[ WP ] In 2050 the Rapture happens and the Apocalypse ravages earth . The colonies on the Moon and Mars are untouched by the events .

“ Shit, we ’ ve still got ten to intercept. I must have burned too early. ” 
 
 “ Well, like the old saying goes, ‘ The Devils in the details ’. ” 
 
 Mick managed to convey his eye roll through the gold mylar reflector and shatter proof glass visor of his suit, “ Oh Christ, Gerry, shut up. ” 
 
 Gerry ’ s laugher crackled in over Mick ’ s suit radio. “ I don ’ t know if you should say that, man. He might hear you, ” more of Gerry ’ s laughter. 
 
 At this, Mick cracked a smile, turning his head to look off the side of the work sled they both clung to, and stared down at the growing speck in the distance. He was confident Gerry couldn ’ t see him grinning through the visor out here in the solar glare, but he wasn ’ t going to risk giving him the satisfaction. Hard vac was no place to screw around. 
 
 After a moment, when Mick was sure he wouldn ’ t slip into laughter and encourage Gerry, he said, “ So what if He does? If he ’ s willing to ignore the billion and a half of us not on Earth then He ’ s probably not gon na pop out here just cuz I told you to cram it. ” 
 
 Gerry chuckled again, “ Yeah, shit, He ’ s probably not even listening anymore since he sucked up all his chosen and booked it before the Red Bastard filled Earth up with all those face eating tentacle things. ” Gerry floated gentle against his restraints as he hand enunciated quotations around ‘ Chosen ’. 
 
 Mick frowned, “ Seriously? I don ’ t want to think about those things. I still had cousins on Earth. ” 
 
 Gerry ’ s chuckling died down, and in a more serious tone said, “ Ah, shit, I ’ m sorry. I suppose I should have asked if you were a second gen spacer or not. ” 
 
 “ It ’ s fine, let ’ s just focus, the next rock ’ s coming up, is the drill ready? ” 
 
 “ Yup. ” 
 
 “ Booster pack? ” 
 
 “ Yup. ” 
 
 “ What ’ s the running total up too? ” 
 
 Gerry checked his wrist read out, “ We ’ re up to 10,721 objects ready for thrust. ” 
 
 Mick whistled into his helmet, “ I wonder when we ’ re gon na make our move? ” 
 
 Gerry chuckled again, “ I don ’ t know, but we ’ ll sure show the bastard how to *really* rain fire when we do. ” 
 
 Mick cracked another smile, and this time he didn ’ t care who saw. 

