The Time Stone, Third Edition (Extended Version)

Miles away, sixteen armored tanks and fourteen helicopters were ready and moving towards the city of Chronix Bay, under the command of Command Sergeant Felix Ramrod of the United States Army, Corps of Special Ops. He is a career soldier, older and stern, with grit and iron in him. He has a crooked smile, and is chewing lightly on a toothpick as he sits in the command Hummer.

“We are almost there, Sir” says Corporal Lance Davis, a cocky twenty-five year old that is seconded to the project because of his exceptional demolitions expertise. “We are being told by radio that the situation in Chronix Bay is growing critical. There is a state of emergency. We are dispatched by City Order. There is a giant … beast…they said a ‘harpy’… or something, attacking the city.”

“Don’t worry, kid. We are on the way. It is not something I haven’t dealt with before” barked Ramrod smoking his large cigar.

The tanks and copters arrive and pull up near the Central Tower. People are scattering and running for cover, the giant harpy rampage is unabated, and there is debris falling, and smashing to the ground everywhere. The army corps set up their gear as quickly as they can.

“Get some trip wire and C4 all over the area. Clear all civilian and non-essential personnel out immediately!” Yells Ramrod at the top of his lungs around his giant cigar. He puts on his hardhat and holds the detonator for the explosives. The portal has now shrunk, and the harpy continues her rampage.

“The C4 is set, Sir” yells Davis.

“Good, on my mark, we are going to blast that piece of space trash to kingdom come.”