High above in the skies of California, near the same place, a G650 plane is flying above the clouds, all while the sun shined on the plane's bright coat of paint.

Inside there are 10 people aboard, each sitting near the windows and alongside other people.

Either they're sleeping, awake doing their own business while some few were comforting others over what happened.

Whatever had happened to them beforehand, they truly needed to be away from the horrors.

There's also a TV screen near one of the windows showing the news. No sound can be heard from it, meaning it's likely muted for the sake of the sleepy passengers.

The TV's showing a news anchor talking about the recent events while images of the Zlocan invasion around the world are shown.

Among the headlines shown are: "Outsider force expanding, Humanity's judgment day?" "4% of millionaires reported missing in the US following the invasion." "UN Summit: Emergency meeting in UN headquarters from remaining nations in response to the invasion." among others.

Near the front seat with a window next to passengers, there was a particular black-skinned guy who was sitting next to someone else sleeping with a table in front of them. He appears like someone for a new generation of scientists, as his short spiky hair, unusual yellow eyes and a neat pair of glasses show.

But as what many say, there's always something that can hide a seemingly perfect exterior.

He's staring at one of the TV screens in front of him with the news shown, looking almost nonchalant about it, while breathing unusually.

Is it just a matter of having seen everything he just learned? Or something more?

He picks a glass of water in the table, but as he tries to raise it, his left-hand start to shake, almost to point of spilling some of the water to the floor.

The scientist clutches to the glass, trying to keep his hand steady, but almost to no avail.

Then, a guy wearing a neat, tidy tuxedo notices his plight while hanging up the phone he had in his hand.

"Hey hey, is there something concerning you?" he asks.

"No...just trying to relax, Salim." the scientist says

"Are you sure about it?"

"Y-yes, I am." He replies while his head and shake almost uncontrollably.

Salim won't bulge as he leans his head forward to him and places his hand near the scientist's shoulder.

"Hey...I know you've just experienced some hot shit back there in Harvard, but I assure you that whatever Carson City may bring, you'll get a second chance in who you can be."

"But what about...the aliens?"

"Eh, the military will find the way, I presume."

"...I-I see."

"But, even so, what you did back then in Boston was surely something worth for heroics, maybe if they were alive at the moment, your baby brother and parents would be proud of the brave action their own child just did, like a good boy."

Then, the scientist's expression changes into something much more. His neck stiffens, he starts to hyperventilate and he tosses the glass to the floor, breaking it into pieces.

He gets up from his seat while pushing aside Salim, rushing to the nearby bathroom.

He enters, his hands terribly shaking while trying to turn on the water from the sink.

He then takes his glasses off and puts them in his pocket, almost falling down because of the force of the shaking.

Sweating, on the verge of tears, almost out of breath, it all feels like his life is being drained away in a matter of seconds.

He wets his hands from the sink and starts splashing it on his face while trying to breathe normally. He tries again and again almost to no avail.

After a moment or two of washing his face. He stops to look at the mirror while still trying to keep himself steady.

His eyes as wide enough to show the whites, his blood almost flowing down in the extremities and clutching his left fist harshly, truly in need to let it out.

He quickly punches the mirror in the sink while roaring in rage.

He calms down while trying to breathe normally, looking at his left hand that now looks messy and bloody, almost embedded with the glass shards.

After a moment of silence, he sobs from the sight of it while trying to clutch the wounded hand.

Whatever Salim was trying to mean "good boy" to him, it was something like the forbidden words of a certain group.

And like with these rules, they're met with severe punishment.

He ends up clearing his tears after what happened, quickly grabbing an aid kits box near the bathroom as he exits.

The rest look on him with worried concerns. All wondering the state of such a young man.

What happened back in Harvard to him? Just what happened?

All these kinds of questions met with certain doubt in what to believe.

He pulls some bandages while carefully removing the shards from the hand.

In the end, in an effort to conceal the shameful wound, he pulls out some green gloves from his bag near him and wears them on his hands.

With them, he now knows when to feel secure from something shameful.

Salim approaches him once more, but before he could say anything, the scientist lifts his index finger to him, as if to indicate an order.

In this case, to stop him from asking anything.

"I. Do. Not.Want.To." he says with a raspy voice. This startles Salim briefly, but he puts his hand near the cheek.

"I guess what I said was really foolish on my part...but I can assure you that as long you can stick together with someone and know who you are, then you'll make it fine. Just be sure that you keep control of what you do."

"...But what if I don't?" the scientist says with an almost somber tone in his voice.

"You'll still find a way out. Trust me."

"OK..."

For a moment or two, it seems that tranquility has finally returned to the scientist himself.

He could then try to enjoy the airplane trip with no trouble at all, as he then pulls some pencils and piece of paper, containing some algebraic equations in which he starts to solve immediately.

A few minutes passed by, and just when everything seems calm, the flight is going well. Nothing seems to disturb this gentle flight towards the safe zone.

But, the best things sometimes have to come to an end.

The plane starts to stagger as if there was a turbulence nearby, even though there are not that many clouds around them or even a storm.

Then, loud knocks could be heard simultaneously in both the forward and back part of the plane. Everyone gets up to notice what's going on.

Salim then tries to calm down the masses while trying to find out the origin of the situation.

The scientist goes to the window on the left side of the plane.

Leaning closely as far as he can, he noticed something he couldn't ever imagine.

An electric cable attached near the plane, coming from something above. He notices another behind.

This means that there are others on the right side as well, he deduced immediately.

The cable hoists upwards, starting to pull, making the plane's tail lift, tilting the plane downwards.

The entire cabin upends, causing many of the people inside to fall down helplessly. Others like the scientist guy hold to the wall near the gate, holding steadily while trying to help others in getting to the safety.

He notices that the wings are then torn down by the pressure of the lift.

Then, the tail of the plane starts to get cut down by a quick laser strike, causing it to be taken off as well.

Now they could see clearly what was going on.

A huge Zlocan assault ship flying above them is holding the electric cables that captured the plane.

Then, five figures start to jump down from the assault ship, with their backs drawing some purple ignition that makes them rush towards the plane.

They're Zlocan Commandos, lightly-armored but deadly, equipped with jetpacks. They all start to shock the passengers into unconsciousness while grappling them into other ropes from the ship above.

One by one, they're taken outside to the other ship as the plane continues to be torn apart.

Salim quickly grabs a parachute, the only one from the plane. He quickly tosses it to the scientist who confusingly grabs it while puzzled by his action.

"Dude! Whatever's going on, I just want to ensure you'll be safe from further harm, all you need to is to escape now and try to find a safe zone as fast as you can!"

"No! I'd rather stay than-"

"Listen to me! Do you think you will live for much longer if you keep on going like that!? Just for once, be safe instead of trying to do something foolish!"

"I'd rather die trying then!"

Salim slaps him while quickly opening the passenger door, releasing it in the middle of the air while it starts to tear down as well.

He then pulls the scientist on his shoulder as he holds him near the door. The scientist tries to fight him off to no avail.

"LISTEN TO ME!!" he shouts while holding him as tight as he can.

"JUST FOR ONCE, DON'T BE A HERO! TRY TO RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! AND TRY STAYING ALIVE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN!"

"BUT DO YOU-" the scientist protests back.

"GO!!!" he shouts as he soon kicks him out of the plane.

He initially panics in what to do, not knowing what to control while spinning around in the air and feeling in a state of chaos while seeing the arriving Zlocan ships as well. He dangerously comes close to the ground. Then, in a matter of rationality, he pulls the ripcord of the parachute, releasing the huge chute from the backpack. Starting to descend near the Stanislaus National Forest.

Zlocan knights in the ground notice him, enabling one, likely the CO, to signal his troops to go after him.

Whatever he may do next, it may not be fully bright for him, right choice or not.