"OK," John said. "We have one shot to upload the recorded message into the central consciousness located in the hub's data center. Let's make it count."

"Agreed. Everyone knows their role?"

"I strip and pour shots of whiskey with Crystal," said Dawn. Crystal nodded, then continued, "Then we enter the guards' checkpoint and offer to get down and dirty."

Mitch and Jame just cocked their enormous weapons.

"Okay then," John said in acknowledgement. "And Chris?"

"I take the brain to the hub and upload it, to be broadcast to everyone as soon as they plug in, right before they commit to uploading."

"Okay folks, we're good to go. Remember, we're cashing in on the fact that the hub was supposed to be concealed, not defended. Since we found it we can take advantage of that weakness with expert timing and trickery--but we have one shot. Everyone ready?"

"Let's go," Mitch said. Dawn and Crystal immediately started stripping, as there was no where to go outside of the small staging room to prepare. The hub was located in a small nondescript building across the street.

"Crystal, will you warm me up for this?" Dawn said, naked and holding two shots. Crystal got to work in front of the shocked male soldiers and spies.

"Jame, honey, your services are needed," Crystal said. "Maybe you too, Mitch, why not." The two men immediately began helping out.

Chris cleared his throat. "Ahem. Should we be watching this?" He asked John. The leader shook his head to clear it.

"No! Of course not. Everyone look away while Dawn and Crystal get... warmed up... for their part in the mission."

It sounded like two mechanical spits before Chris realized what happened. He whirled to see the two men collapsing, covered in blood, while the two women wielded their assault rifles, naked. The last thing Chris saw--the last hope for humanity--was the women open fire on John, then aim at their prize. He died before seeing them shoot to pieces the brain that would save humanity.