"Just another round, once things get calmer, I can pull over, I don't see any other civilization outside this asshat's territory," said Kat, driving further out and seeing her gas meter arrow drop lower and lower. "Gotta find a damn gas station, or kegs of gas at least. So long as I have at least 17 gallons or so," said Kat, slowing her Aston Martin slightly. She looked around, not a single gas station in view at all, until she saw a small patch of pavement, and to her eyes, a single gas pump, rising out of the pavement, and seven gas cans laying on their sides, fully closed. "This seems promising," said Kat, pulling over at the pump, then heading out her car. She then opened the pump insert at the side, then grabbed the pipe, she then stuck the pipe into the car insert, then pressed the buttons to inject the fuel. Once the meter read "17 gallons, $40.45" she kicked the meter and shattered the glass. "Fuck gas prices," said Kat, heading into her Aston Martin, she placed the pipe back to place, then shut the insert, then headed inside, slamming the door and driving out the service station in a simple stomp on the accelerator. She looked around, she had to stop somewhere to make shelter, it was soon beginning to grow less luminous, the sun was beginning to set, lower, and lower down the sky, the top of the sky was now as bluish purple as Kat's shirt, if not more so, and the fringes of sunlight were yellow-orange, like a bright, warm flame on a campfire. She turned on her headlights and closed her windows, seeing dark, grey-black clouds setting in, and the loud clap of thunder heard in the distance, a storm was approaching, brewing like a witch's cauldron on a fiery inferno of wood and ash. "That storm's coming, I seriously need to find some shelter, something to get through this messy maelstrom," said Kat, pulling over under a tree, and setting her car on "storm mode", then shut off the engine. She will wait out the storm, in quiet and calm fashion, poised inside her own car.
Eventually, Private settled down in his bunk, the tent was pitched up well, and it was large enough to accommodate himself, Kowalski, Hannah, and Jett, as well as a bright kitchen, couches, and beds. "When do you think Telow's coming back?" asked Private. "Soon, he's already got the firewood picked up and loaded in his trailer, he's already driving back here, but he won't be able to sleep with us tonight," said Kowalski. "Why not? He'll be all alone in any other tent," said Hannah. "Because he needs it like that, he's planning our next defensive maneuver, and an offensive maneuver as well," said Jett. "Oh, alright, let's see what he can get us planned to do tomorrow," said Hannah. "I bet whatever plan he's got for us will be worthwhile and satisfying, I better see something useful to us as a whole," said Private. "Oh? Perfect, he needs a brilliant battle strategy that is easy for us, and very effective on the battlefield, we might be invading Damion's factory city of Selvensgroff by the end of the month," said Hannah. "Wait, THIS month?!" asked Jett in shock. "Yes, indeed this month," said Hannah. "Why this month? I'm not ready to attack a factory city larger than New York City!! I'm just not trained enough!!" said Private. "You will train harder then," said a voice. The group looked at the entrance of the tent, it was Telow. "Telow, you've come back, did ya get the firewood and fish like promised?" asked Hannah. "Yeah, cause I'm starving," said Jett. "Indeed, I've done both requests, they're in my trailer, go get them before the rain approaches," said Telow. "Yes sir!!" said the group, heading to the trailer. Telow then stopped Private right where he was. "So, you say you can't do the task, eh?" asked Telow. "Y-Yes, sir, I'm, just not ready, I can't do it," said Private. "Then I will make you do so, I will drive out that little soft-shell that you are and make you as durable as TITANIUM!!!" yelled Telow. "Alright then sir!! I'll begin training tomorrow," saluted Private. Telow then tripped Private, making him land on his belly. "You will take the task at hand and claim it, now gift me with seventy five push ups, NOW!!!" yelled Telow, holding a jar of butterscotch lollies to him. "Ooh!!! Lollies!! Aye aye sir!!" said Private in pride, completing a push up. "One out of seventy five!! Keep trying!!! I'll have them all given to you by the end of this excercise!!" yelled Telow. Private completed another seven more push ups. "Sixty seven left!!!" yelled Telow. The excercise soon dragged on, Private was soon reaching the maximum amount he needed to get the lollies.
"Tis complete!!" said Dr. Damion. He looked at his creation, the gigantic saucer took up the space of the entire launching pad, with a wide dome for observation above, there were several mounted guns on each side of it's round surface, the door soon opened, allowing Dr. Damion to step inside. "This ship is absolutely marvelous, I can see whatever my targets are doing below, with the cameras, I can also abduct, kidnap, shoot, bomb, and crash through buildings as well, this is a multiple-use weapon, and I plan to use it, now, Daniel, start it up, Johnston, get the latches locked shut, and General Rico, arrange the battlefield out on this monitor, it will control all your army's movements, to the optimum maneuvers required. Do so, NOW!!" said Dr. Damion. They soon got to work, Rico arranged the field to his expected, and perfect setting, his soldiers below were now marching into the position he placed. "Request done sir," said Rico. "Excellent work General, rest in the sleeping cabin, and I'll alert you when needed," said Dr. Damion. "Hatches locked sir!! We are ready for take off!! Start engines now!!" said Johnston. "Perfection!! Get her started Daniel," said Dr. Damion, clenching his fists. "Harmonic frequencies reached sir, starting engines, now," said Daniel. "Now get ready for lift off, we are in orbit, in T minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, ZERO!!!" yelled Dr. Damion. The loud blast was heard immediately, the saucer rising up, higher and higher. The repetitive doppler sound was heard that signified the ship's internal balance. "Set coordinates on those Neo-Soviet rebel camps below, I'll handle this myself," said Dr. Damion, pulling a single lever. They were now headed, in seven more days, to the camp that Telow was inside of.