The two began running towards the radio and fiddled around with the antlers. “The message has been sent, they’re on their way to pick us up-.” “Yeah yeah let’s go-.you’ve got to be f*cking kidding me!” A group of Cursed Slashers stood in front of them and held up there blades ready to fight “We have 1 minute left don’t die.” “Yeah yeah-.” “Is that all you say?” “Heads up!” Gracie jumped up in the air and struck a Slasher down, “ I made a clear path let’s go!” The two began to run into the helicopter's direction as it began to land about 235 people began hopping on the helicopter, by the number of people trying to get on, you expect it to be big but. It was a ‘squash and a squeeze’ Gracie sat on the floor in the helicopter as they began to take off.

Later when they arrived at the base.

“How was the mission?” “Spectators f*cking things up as usual!” Jenny looked up at a boy, “Well how did the mission go for you-?” “F*ck you.” The boy began to walk away, “ Did anyone figure the aim of this mission, “ We could say it was a fail.” Sighed Gracie, she continued, “ Well actually the spectator could talk.” “Why is everyone talking about a spectator there was none!” Gracie looked up in shock “THE SPECTATOR F*CKING PUT A DAMAGE RIFT WHERE I LANDED!” “?!?! Wait that means someone had the power.”

Of a spectator….