Location : 5 miles east of Lakeview, Pennsylvania

Docker sat on the hood of his car, his personal scanner stolen from his former Black Ops group next to him. As he heard the frantic transmissions between Flight 313 and Scranton Tower, he smiled to himself. Oh what he wouldn't give to be a passenger aboard that flight right now, seeing Delta scrambling for their lives.

"... we have someone with a pilot's license here, Scranton tower. Can you give us instructions to land?...."

Docker frowned at this turn of events. Hmmm... that would mean that he would have to run into World's End anyway. Damn those X-files squads, they have more lives and luck than a black cat. He lifted his high-powered rifle towards the sky to see if his contact was on his way. As he looked through his scope, he saw a parachutist heading towards him, a little bruised but laughing like a loon on his way down. They warned him that this dude was a bit crazy, but he couldn't believe that there could be anyone crazier than him.

As he watched, the pain in his leg started to act up once again. Damn, it ached. Docker rubbed his leg, trying to get the pain out of his system, cursing Leo Jones but feeling thankful at the same time that he was alive. After all, not everyone manages to get shot by Leo "Deadeye" Jones and lives to talk about it. Of course, that only proves just how much better Docker was as compared to Jones in that cursed Zulu squad. It was quite interesting coming face to face with Jones and that Gorky chick once again. Seeing that look of hatred on their faces was well worth the risk to his life. Docker smiled as he tracked the parachutists flight down through his scope. Yep, he's gonna have to pay Zulu a visit once again, maybe after this World's End affair.

" ... congratulations flight 313 and welcome to Scranton. ... "

"Damn!" Docker cursed under his breath. He had to admit, with all of his dealings with the X-files squads, from Bravo down in Florida to Zulu at MIT, and now Delta here in Pennsylvania, they had to be some of the luckiest people alive. Someone out there was definitely taking care of them. And speaking of taking care of people, the parachutist was making his way down towards where Docker was parked. As he got closer, a sudden downdraft pushed the unlucky parachutist into some of the taller trees in the woods. With a sigh, Docker got off of his car and made his way into the woods. After a good five minute walk in, Docker looked up to see his old friend from their mercenary days all twisted and hung up in the trees.

"Man, you're a sorry sight to see, buddy." Docker called out.

"Ha ha ha." the parachutist called back. "Help me get out of this tree. The job is done and they should be scattered across the Pennsylvania landscape."

Docker just stood there, leaning against one of the trees, looking at his friend curiously. "Are you sure about that? I didn't hear any explosions or see any fires normally associated with a crash of any sort. And I have been waiting for quite some time."

"C'mon Docker. Get me out of here." the parachutist called down. "You can't tell me that they actually survived the crash. There's no way they could've piloted that jet by themselves, there was no pilot aboard."

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong." Docker said, as he unslung his rifle from his back. "There was a pilot aboard, and they did make it to Scranton in one piece. DELTA is still alive and kicking."

The parachutist couldn't say anything as he stared at Docker in shock. He stopped twisting in his harness as his mind processed the news that Docker just fed him. All of a sudden, his focus turned to Docker who was positioned below him, Docker's rifle aimed at his chest.

"There wasn't supposed to be any pilots aboard." the parachutist said. "I threw out the regular pilot and the stewardess that was in the cockpit. No witnesses."

Docker pulled the trigger three times sending as many slugs into his friend's chest. Then he aimed a little higher and put a bullet into his friend's brain for good measure. "Sorry pal, no witnesses. I got work to do at World's End."

Five minutes later, Docker was back in his car on his way to World's End. A smile on his face in anticipation of how this DELTA team would compare to both BRAVO or ZULU. This might be an interesting trip after all.


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