Life often carried a certain degree of irony.
Beep… Beep… Beep…
Michael had grown stronger than the vast majority of soldiers, with few ever possessing as much power as he could command. He was also incredibly wealthy, with many funds at his disposal even after acquiring the base of operation his faction possessed.
To top it off, this was his second life. Although his knowledge of the future had become increasingly unreliable due to the changes in events, he still held onto a plan of action.
Beep… Beep… Beep…
Yet despite all his planning and effort, Michael found himself in the one position he had dreaded the most. He would rather be gutted and surrounded by millions of aliens than be stuck in this situation… At least then, he could do something.
When the crew landed back on Earth, they transported Ava's unconscious body to their base. They laid her on the bed in her room and attached a heart monitor to track her pulse.
