LAST EDITED ON Feb-21-16 AT 05:44 PM (EST)
 
Monday, April 23, 2035
ADVENT blacksite, New Mexico

Jon stood over the rapidly expiring form of a freshly skulljacked ADVENT Elite Officer, resolutely ignoring both the spasmodic twitching of the dying enemy soldier and the steadily growing pool of yellow-orange blood at his feet, and touched his comm earpiece.

"Avenger, this is Menace 1-9," he reported, allowing no trace of the lingering distaste he felt for what he'd just had to do into his voice. "ADVENT network intrusion successful. Uploading the data to you now."

"Copy, Menace 1-9," Central Officer Bradford's voice replied in the squad's ears. "Upload confirmed. Looks good."

San Ayanami, unconcerned by the twitching or the blood, sauntered over and hunkered down to take a closer look at the jagged wound in the alien-human hybrid's head with bright, curious eyes. Then, looking up at Jon, she said,

"I guess there's only one word for this guy..."

Grinning, she took a pair of sunglasses from the top pocket of her utility harness, shook them open with a negligent flick of her wrist, and slid them on before completing her thought:

"... Terminal."

"Yeeeaaaaahh!" chipped in Shinji over the radio from his perch atop the nearby outbuilding.

Apart from a muffled snort from DJ and a silent facepalm from Asuka, no one on the squad dignified the remark with a response. (Rei ostentatiously declined to even look at her sister.) After a moment of faintly crackling dead air, Bradford came back on:

"Menace Squad, Commander says you're all fired."