"What's our team's situation?" asked Leader Alpha.
"The locals can't help us and the bloody vampires are advancing," answered Leader Beta.
"What about our firepower, Omega?" Leader Alpha asked.
"Lemme see, we're losing power, running out of ammo... At this rate, we are left with our rifles as melee weapons and those Damascus steel knives we stole before the last warp. Neither of them are safely usable against those vampires," Omega shook his head. "Screw this Stone Age. Screw our broken time warp machine. Screw these fucking fairy circles we've located ourselves to!"
As Omega cursed everything else he knew of this age, drops of water finally came down from the heavy, dark clouds. As the rain became torrential, Omega only cursed more, but this time his voice was overpowered by the cursing of his four surviving teammates; they had been twenty-four when they had left to this voyage through the time, each of the men assigned with one ancient Greek letter, starting from their home, year 409