Venter greeted the Reaper with a warm smile as the armored man marched into the control center. "Congratulations. You fucked up." "Really?" The Reaper seemed unperturbed. "How so?" "Try the bit where that city isn't a smoking crater right now," Peter piped in from across the room. Several of the soldiers nodded in cold agreement. The Reaper leaned against a console and shrugged. "I noticed it myself when we didn't see the blast after the timer ran out. That firefight didn't push the squid-heads further away than it was supposed to, I guess." "Yeah, we're still reading it." * * "Um, Mordred?"