Time “We’re running out.” “Of what?” he asked, although he undoubtedly knew. “You know that as a Mark 18 GHOST, I can process millions of processes a second. Do you know what that means warlock?” I spat sarcastically. The warlock stood, cape fluttering, black in the dark hallways of the Patonis Station. “The time I have left before my oxygen runs out... the five minutes, is a lifetime for you, so you don’t care if I get out in time.” I hummed, pleased, “You know me too well.” “I set the evac beacon, lets go!” “Well at least we found the Golden Age artifact. Oh looks like others picked up your beacon, we have Cabal on approach and ... oh look there’s your time, Vex portals opening outside, we need to leave!” I exited first, shooting an EMP, shutting down the Vex systems, but it was only temporary. The Warlock sprinted outside, and dove behind the concrete blocks that led to a staircase. “How did you do that?” “A sort of... Space Magic. But now, RUN! The Cabal are closing and Vex are recovering!” The Warlock sprinted to the stairwell, firing shots to both sides, but as he ran a plasma bullet hit him in the heart and he fell. “Oh boy,” I said as I self-destructed. In this yellow orb form above the Warlocks body, I could only support his brain for five minutes, if nobody jumpstarted us back up, we would die. “I told you were running out.” At this power, only feelings could be sensed, and I sensed his sadness, then content as he came to terms with his demise. As the battle raged between the Vex and Cabal for the artifact, I heard jet engines approaching, but with only seconds left, there just wasn’t enough time.