Men from vessel move forward Reed, Walker, Ball, etc. The final phase. The United Forces split, disbanded, dissolute, rebels being rounded up by Allied forces. Like a period in Twentieth Century history when a fascist regime was pushed back across a great expanse of land, after years of tyranny. All United Forces discouraged, beaten, failed groups of soldiers to generals being rounded up in the snowball effect that has taken place over a period of just a year. Most glad to see the back of it all- the long and bloody war. Yet there are still those few hard-liners left. Ready to die for her- Seera; the ones who profited from a totalitarian regime. The President retiring back to her planet, the luxurious place admist mountains, where now the men from the vessel are to attack her and bring her to justice: Phase Four.

Unsurpassed in battle now, not lost, working as a team; each affected man, powers extending beyond recognition of ordinary soldiers. The advance upon her premises, her territory, surprisingly easy.

"Walker to vessel," he speaks into radio set quietly, the vessel's communications systems able to operate without being intercepted by any United Forces jammer.

"VESSEL TO WALKER."

"Status of enemy?"

The vast computer confirms what all the men's scanners show- enemy only a few in the heart of Seera's last stand; presumably the one in centre of group moving around like a queen bee the President herself.

He ponders if it is a trap, if her vessel is still in operation. Only another Univarian ship could block his vessel; inclusive of the small, hand held scanners. If that is the case, then, they are all in danger, not an average mission.

"Scan for Seera's vessel."

"CONFIRMED. SCANNING."

Reed and Ball draw close to Walker, "what's going do on?" The sergeant whispers watchful of her mansion in the distance.

"I don't know," Cutter answers, "if I'm not mistaken...this is a situ' where we have been made."

Ball curses under his breath.

Reed rolls his eyes skywards, "great!"
*
"They know, "Seera announces.

Her guard look to her, puzzled. There are fifty of them in the large central room where she used to conduct her meetings, issuing orders to her once great empire, like an ancient dictator figure in the Roman era. They react strangely, unbothered in fact- appearing to anyone observing the scene- fanatics prepared to die for her; for the United Forces. The rest of the guard are hidden about the building.

Seera's loyal bodyguard stands by her, looking about room for a moment, measuring the men's reactions that he trained. He turns to her, flicking on a scanner and noticing that the approaching threat outside is on the move once more.

"How do you know marm'?"

"I know Marcus. They have paused instead of storming in here and finishing their precious mission. I suspect their esteemed leader has taken note that my guard is rather lacking," Seera issues the words in bitter sarcasm, after all she has every right to- those men have single-handedly brought down her lifetime's work. She thought it would never come to this, a dead-end, back proverbially against the wall.

"But how can they know marm'? You have partially jammed-"

Seera finishes his sentence, "partially jammed their scanners, I know. You must remember my dear, affable Marcus, that these men are special. They are not everyday grunts. We must all proceed with extreme caution."

"I shall allow no one to take you, not back with any of them," it is a moment of touching emotion that Marcus is completely unaware of, probably the only affection he has shown in his life.

"I know you will. Let us allow them in though, as planned. Tell your men to stand by."
*
Down into the heart of the building, in the hub, beneath where she has just been standing. With Marcus beside her they go to firmly 'dig in' as hell is about to ensue. Locked into the stronghold, which they could be in for months, if necessary, a last defiant gesture but through different reasons- opposed to the last stance of the Twentieth Century dictator who acted through desperation. They walk down a spiral staircase, the door above their heads seals.

A clear cut, articulate accent quips through the air and greets them as they step into room. He asks if they have broken into building. Seera and her bodyguard cannot see his face as he hangs languidly by a small computer terminal hitched into the monitors showing all views of premises, yielding no visual fix on the intruders.

Seera doesn't trust the person she has taken under her wing, so to speak, although he has been very useful. He doesn't trust her and each use the other for selfish reasons- for the business of survival. Marcus thinks the man is a prat. If Seera says not to injury him and (at the same time) keep an eye on him, then it's perfectly fine.

"Well?" He is impatient.

"Captain it is all in order," Seera sits before the monitors observing the stillness shown in segments of screens.

Captain Brice's face comes into view with the blue flickering light of the monitors, making him look errie. He is eager. He is almost out-of-control, wishing to reap revenge on them all: the bastards who left him on a planet, then picked up by the United Forces, living for many years in a colony under appalling conditions.

"If I didn't know you better captain, I would say that you can't wait to make Walker and his little gang pay for casting you out," Seera smiles broadly.

Brice is about to cut in but she continues, "if you do not wait and follow my plan," she stares directly into his weak, arrogant soul, "I will kill you here and you will never have the chance of escaping with me and my personal guard," she motions to Marcus who deliberately stands in the officer's body area, too close.
*
The fire fight ignites. Seera's pool lights up with broken images of staser energy and the sounds erupt around the ornate swimming area. Walker's party are taken by surprise- a distinct reversal of their past work for the Allies.

Lee is thrown backwards taking a hit. The team responds in a quick wave of staser fire: Wheeler, Webster, Walker take out United Forces men who have sprung from behind pillars. The Sub-man's heavy cannon smashes through the rest of the enemy's cover, mowing down brick work, tiles, walls in a frenzy of noise- leaving little for U.F to hide behind.

Lee gets up, chest tingling a little, loads up; fires cannon shot into general direction of where they were heading. Webster jumps into pool in a daredevil manner, covered by rest of team, he speeds under water. Cutter knows the manoeuvre, aiming his staser bolts at a forty-five degree angle to where Wheeler is concentrating fire.

Webster emerges far side of pool, head just above water level. He chucks stun grenades through entrance to pool. The grenades pop onto feet of first defense group who are pinned down behind wall- that is rapidly crumbling thanks to continuous cannon fire. Three are taken down by grenades. The rest rush from explosions, picked off by Irons and Walker.
*
Seera watches on her monitors as the first defense is finished off. She sighs, regretting the unfortunate loss of life for a moment then switches her attention to another room exploding as second attacking team, led by Reed, takes out the south-wing defense.

Closer in the heart of the building, where Walker and his men will converge upon, her men are already deserting their posts, fear gives them the reality that none of them will win. Those who maintained they would remain steadfast to the U.F suddenly contemplating a future without the patronage of the President.
*
Time elapses. What once used to be a beautiful abode, a command centre, is now ruined. Many are dead. None of Walker's team. None of Reed's team. Plenty of United Forces. The sergeant stands by Walker. Wheeler watches entrance. Webster covers on opposite. The rest of men are down passageways that lead off octagon that they have reached, the centre.

"Well?" Reed looks to Alan for next move, their plan accelerating at such a pace they are well beyond schedule but with no sign of their prime objective.

"Our scanners are ineffective here...." Walker begins, scrambling in himself for the problem of the next move, "she is here. If the vessel cannot give us a reading we will just have to find her the old-fashioned way, sweep and clear."

"There is no need Private Walker 150393," Seera's voice is carried about the strange shaped room and makes them all jump.

Suddenly, from the ceiling, from floor, from the walls collapsing as the elite guard burst forth firing.

Reed and Walker duck down instantly shooting off rounds but are swamped by men who seem nonchalant in respect of their lives. They converge.
*
Webster, Irons, Wheeler, Dobrovowski, Ball, Chee and Lee rush in firing. It soon becomes apparent that the guard are not human. Most of the staser energy takes off their 'skin' revealing metal.

Walker's nose is bleeding from its bridge. Reed's inner gums are cut. The odds are not good. Cutter kicks behind and in front of him, off the same leg sending two assailants back. He recollects Phase Three. 'We will have to control this situation.' With that thought he thrusts two fingers into a robots eyes- two more about to fire. The android drops deactivated to the floor.

"THE EYES..GO FOR THE EYES!" Walker's words break off as he dispatches the two androids that were firing at him by thrusting his sai into their eyes.

Reed has discovered another Achilles heel is literally their Achilles' tendon. He delights in the fact by bringing his right foot across in a sweeping motion, aimed at their ankles, a motion like passing a football to a fellow player. The android spins up into the air and is switched off before hitting ground.

The other men soon follow. knowing that sheer metal cannot be bruised, injured or otherwise, androids are swept and/or stabbed in the eyes left, right and centre. Wheeler swings robot, false arm in a powerful hook, taking off the head of another Seera elite guard; automated strength giving him an edge over the rest of the vessel's squad. Lee flicks around butterfly knives in quick movements majestic and graceful. Like a squat broadsword he slashes across eyes of androids. Most of them now finished and only a few coming from walls.
*
Throughout the building Reed's team move. Sweeping pattern. Clearing off remaining guard. No sign of Seera. Into a orangery. Vegetation, hangs thick scented. There are a few U.F stragglers.

Dobrovowski points to direction where two hide deep in cover of a tree's leaves, using vines that hang abundant (thirty metres away) to avoid being caught.

Reed nods. He pans out to the left as Dobrovowski and Lee go to right. The two U.F guard don't move, for some unknown reason.
*
Captain Brice observes Reed's good, solid manoevre through hothouse. He brings control mike to his lips, speaking close into it, everything going as planned, it was in error that Walker split the men after encountering the androids. On second monitor Cutter leads them up stairwell to top of building; the main dome which is the weakest spot of Seera's mansion, in appearance a twisted mess of baroque, art nouveau and Slyth simplicity, making a hotchpotch of clashing architectural forms, unfinished lines and jarring spaces.

Brice, Marcus and Seera are locked under several protective doors that block out any attempt of capturing them. The President of the United Forces watches coolly as Reed gives an order to draw the hiding men out.
*
The first energy bolt fires off. The sergeant dives instinctively, onto mine. A tremendous wave of energy erupts, the floor beneath them dissolves into thousands of particles, Reed screaming.
*
Brice smiles with sheer delight as the sight of Reed's team dissolve and fizzle out as they are teleported from the botanical garden to hundreds of miles away, each to a different location. Seera observes over the captain's shoulder, "are you as humored as I Captain Brice?"

He ignores her, savoring the taste of victory. He switches his attention to Walker's team. He checks teleport coordinates for remaining enemy. Soon they will be transported into an area with fifty U.F troops firing on them as soon as their particles realign. He feels a great sadness well over him for not being able to see the end result.

"Seera I have some reservation over the matter of Private Walker. Why not teleport him like the rest?"

"Why ask...your work here is done," she replies, flicking the switch as all but Walker are teleported out of her stronghold.

Seen continues, "ooh don't look so confused captain. It doesn't befit your aristocratic demeanor."

Marcus stands close again to the captain but this time as though to guide him somewhere like a bouncer.

"Remove this gorilla and tell me what you are up to or..." he melodramatically places a small, pocket staser against her temple.

Marcus freezes, waiting for her to at least let him have a go. She motions for her bodyguard to stand back. Brice knows his actions are extreme. But for everything he has been through it seems in the moment that he no longer can control his destiny, it controls him, besides, it's what he's been waiting for.

Walker searches for his comrades on the small screen. His words cannot be heard, Brice flicks a very quick glance at the trapped man. Seera remains calm, as if nothing were amiss.

"Now Seera.....what is the meaning of this? Why have you kept Walker?" Captain Brice decides to play a new tune, "I have always suspected that you were educated at Philmore..isn't that where the poor are given mandatory grants? Where they struggle trying to fit in with the set above their station? You failed to mention that when you're banging on about your meteoric rise to this." Brice waves his other hand about, referring to the bunker in which they find themselves. He inflicts pressure on the raw nerve he has been trying to find for so many months within her. "Oxford, Earth you said. I can see through that thin mask evidence of elocution lessons."

"What was that President? No quips?"

The woman doesn't flinch as he drives the weapon into her temple more. She find him tedious. Her plan was to lure away the Allies by offering him and Marcus as she escapes. Now things have changed. Not for the worse, everything is still in her power.

"Do you wish to die here Seera?" She knows he will squeeze the trigger now.

"Like your wife Captain?"

"Pardon?"

"You know I informed you she was dead…well…I lied."

In the space of a second she slaps the staser away. He releases an energy bolt which glides along the side of her head to Brice's dismay it is as effective as flicking an elephant's butt with a matchstick, cursing himself for being distracted.

She returns by bringing a small dagger from up her sleeve into his hand that holds the weapon. Quickly she brings it back up from his hand to his right eye, thrusting the weapon with force, power, precision, into the socket. Internally Brice hears a crack somewhere in his head, then a blinding white flash as she drives it into the optic nerve and through.

"You see Marcus," Brice falls back onto him, who catches the dead captain, "everyone serves out their purpose in the end."
*
Walker is in darkness. He sees plainly. Seera has transported them away. 'Mission must be completed. Allied forces ten minutes to surrounding objective.'
*
Marcus joins Seera in the teleport, Walker's small figure looking directly at them on monitor. They leave the mansion, to her vessel cloaked and orbiting planet. The craft simultaneously teleports Cutter.
*
A hum like the vessel's drones in his ears. For a moment Walker thinks he is aboard his own ship, body having been teleported.

He tries to open his eyes. He cannot. With supreme effort Walker manages. His vision goes in and out of focus. A woman like a supermodel. A fat guy. He wonders what the mismatched couple are doing on his ship, his body has been hit by some force, an injection of something as soon as he dematerialized. To the back of his head, right side, there's a blinding pain.

Walker cottons onto the fact that he isn't on his ship, his body in some temporary form of paralysis. He can't stand. All the strength in his arms and legs has gone. He falls on his face.

Marcus hoists up the soldier from the floor, "how long did you say this would last?"

"Long enough," Seera answers.

"What the hell is in that stuff?"

"Something we had developed on Dormando. It temporarily induces a kind of epilepsy."

"Epi' wha'?" Marcus drops Walker with distaste.

"A condition first recognized in the Twentieth Century. Cured 2095. We had a team working on it during the Holodern thing. It was completely impractical because it took several months to develop in the subject," Seera surveys her bridge with satisfaction, what used to be her dining chambers, "but on this subject...Mr. Alan Walker...it has a disabling effect, straight away, his biological make up is not exactly the same as a normal human being's."

Walker rolls on the floor hearing every word she is saying and taking it in but frustration can't express itself in him, not in the hole where his soul used to be. Whatever she has in store for him, it is going to be unpleasant. He realizes that he has failed his mission. There is only one option open to him.

Seera consults her computer that imitates her voice in data filled tones. Cutter crawls across floor of bridge, using every iota of strength. Marcus watches the pathetic figure failing to stand. The large gentleman notices that he is reaching to his left lapel.

"SUBJECT PR. A. WALKER 150393 ABOUT TO SWALLOW INCENDIARY DEVICE."

Marcus and Seera rip the small capsule from his hand.

Cutter moans.

The President disposes of it, sending the pill into space. A sudden flash of light fills the entire main screen.

"Fucking Christ!!" Marcus covers his eyes.

"D...don't blaspheme..." Walker says at foot level to the bodyguard.

Marcus digs a hefty kick into the soldier taking the breath out of him.

Seera smiles at her bodyguard, "not too hard now, I want his testicles in tact."

"Anywhere but his nuts marm'?" Marcus picks up the rag doll Walker.

"It's unnecessary," Seera answers.

Walker falls down, released from his grip, dropped onto a raised knee.

"Face?"

"A little bit but not too much," she encourages.

The sadistic human being lets loose a few heavy hooks, glancing off cheekbones, nose, eye ridge. His head rocks back and forth between impacts making him feel even more dizzy.

He falls back onto floor, bleeding from cuts about face.

"You bore me soldier. I thought you immortals were something," Marcus sinks a weighty boot into Cutter's right thigh.
*
"Are you sure you'll be alright marm?" Marcus observes the out-of-it Walker, phasing out as his brain struggles against the drug.

"Perfectly fine my dear," she brushes his cheek with affection.

He leaves the chamber, bowing as he goes. He takes one last look at the male immortal on the floor of circular white room.

"PATSY!"

Seera ignores his outcry. She notes that he is fighting it well. 'I wonder who he is referring to?'

"Who are you asking for Alan? Is it a girlfriend or wife?"

"I have no girlfriend....I have nothing. .uhh. ." he doubles up, starting to go into convulsions, his body shakes violently.

She removes injection gun from a small case. It is time to counter balance the drug. She knows the side effects and total spectrum of the first drug. She also knows that he will have a chemical-induced period of amnesia, he will then be totally hers.
*
A beautiful woman approaches Walker, naked. They are in a white circular room. He feels a burst of erotic arousal, something that hasn't been stirred in years. To him it looks like Seera but he can't believe it. He remembers being given another injection by her.

The room is changing in shape to a more slender space. She picks him off the floor as he takes her hand. Walker doesn't know why he was lying there anyway. In his head thoughts slowly walk about: 'did I have a mission? It matters not. What is a mission? This life is wonderful. It matters not that I know not where I am. Nothing matters...'

She speaks to him, "come with me Alan. How are you feeling?"

Walker is still clothed but wishes to undress.

"Are you a Univarian miss? I have been in a similar situation..you look like the objective..the President."

She doesn't answer or talk straight away. She thinks it is working beautifully. 'My formula must have been bang on. I wasn't sure how it would work on male immortals but it seems even better than anticipated. Now for the real test.'

"I am Seera. Do you remember what you came here to do to me?"

Walker pauses then says, "of course I do...to make love..huh, huh.."