"When I finish this next communique." Jack turned around and began to walk away, then turned his head to the side so he could see Leela with his left eye. "And Price," He said, "This is the only apology I will ever give you from here on out. I apologize for my behavior, I was far to extreme in my comments, regardless of how accurate they were." Jack turned back around and walked back to the wall of the darkened building. He clicked the radio and static filled the air.<br/><br/>"One further question." Jack asked into the radio. "Do you know any way of killing these beasts effectively? If we go out with absolutely nothing to use then we may not live long enough to link up with you. Any information we can use on how to bring down these cunts would be useful. By the way, I'd like a code name I can refer to you by. It's difficult to trust somebody when you have nothing you can even refer to them as." Jack leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor. He held the radio to his ear with his right hand and rested his left elbow on his knee. Jack knew they were all fucked, it was all a matter of where and when.<br/><br/>Jack began to whisper to himself to ensure nobody could hear him. "This is bullshit... They don't pay us enough for this. I have to live long enough to watch them die. If I go down before them-... No, I have to live the longest, I can't force them to have to deal with this without any sort of commanding officer." A tear went down Jack's right cheek. "I survived ten years in hell... for what? I lived so I could let everyone down again. God help us, because there's nothing living that will..." Jack didn't realize that he still was broadcasting this on the radio. This message meant only one thing: Jack had lost all hope.