The gamer grinned smugly at what he had just snatched up.
"Well gentlemen, I suppose this will be the close of our game." Colin said as he got ready to tap the glowing blue buttons.
"W-Woah, hey there! Let's not get hasty!" the nerdy viking pleaded.
"I was j-just jealous of the wizard class! Yeah, jealous! My class is totally inferior!"
"Yeah! You know what, give us the remote and we'll let you go! We'll let all of you go! Please don't mess with that!" the wizard begged.
"Not taking any chances, Cheeto dust." Colin said as he punched in a bunch of buttons and pressed the red enter button on the bottom.
An antenna tipped with a satellite emerged from the top of the white remot and began to loudly beep and brightly flash.
"What did you do?!" a panicky geek in Colin's party asked.
"That command sends data collected from those vests to the Us Army HQ of Defense." the geeky viking said.
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Meanwhile, at the US Army HQ of Defense...
The general pulled his sunglasses of and gasped at the sheer number of bimbos listed under the data collection.
"Mother of God.... the whole area is infested...." he let out in disbelief.
"W-What do we do, sir?" the head tactical specialist whimpered.
"We take it to Protocol 59-Eighter." the general said as he smacked a red button.
Doing so brought up a control pad with four buttons.
"You know what to do, Harvey..." the general told the tactical officer.
Harvey gulped and firmly pressed a button, engaging command...