"James?! Oh my god, I am so glad that it's you!!" I shouted as a wave of relief washed over me. "Come! Let us work to- HEY!! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SHOOTING AT ME?!?!"
"WAHAHA! DIE YOU OVERACHIEVING BASTARD!!" James roared out gleefully. "All units! Aim for the miserable punk I am shooting at! Fire at will Don't stop until he is a smoldering piece of junk!! He is an overachiever with a killer resume which our parents will use to compare us! Kill him! KILL HIM!!"
At his words, my heart flared up once more as all the relief that rushed through me a mere split second ago turned into fiery hot anger.
"YOU BASTARD!! I WILL MAKE SURE YOU GET NO BACONS FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAMN LIFE!!" I howled indignantly at the unfairness of the situation just as the first wave of light mecha rifle fire fell upon me like heavy raindrops in a thunderstorm.
Their bright rifle fire literally covered the sky and made escape for us completely impossible.
