War isn't a game.

I learned it the hard way. At 24,000 feet over the Gulf of Mexico, there was an alien cargo ship headed towards one of their battleships. It was my job to intercept the ship and steal the supplies, no matter the cost. We took robots, soldiers, everything we had. We needed those supplies badly.

Dozens of soldier were killed. Robot parts lay everywhere. Alien blood mixed with the deep crimson of human blood. It was sickening.

We finally obtained the supplies, but at a great cost to our own forces. We might actually win this war. But maybe we are too blind to see what we don't want to.

I have this feeling in the pit of my stomach that the aliens have a few more tricks up their sleeves.

And it could be fatal.