"Now continue your routine round one!! Turn that flabby, water-weighted figure into a man's proud figure!!" yelled Telow. "I-I-I'm trying..." whimpered Private, grabbing onto the rope and holding still. "I want to see you ring this damned bell up here!!! NOW!!!" yelled Telow, shaking the rope a bit. "Oh, Woah!! Stop!!" yelled Private, climbing a bit higher. "The enemy never stops shaking the rope!! He or she will shake it until you fall to your doom!!!" yelled Telow. "A-A-Aye sir!!" yelled Private, climbing even further up, he was now only a single toe's length away from ringing the bell, he sweated, profusely, wiping it off and climbing a tad bit higher. "Once rung, climb up to this platform!!" yelled Telow. "Almost there sir!!!" yelled Private, wrapping his feet around the rope, the rang the bell. "Excellent!! Keep going!!! Continue your climbing, claim that flag!!" yelled Telow, pointing at the flag next to him. Private them grunted, scooting up onto the platform, then grabbing the flag. "Great!! Jump off this platform and run across the field until you reach that patch of dirt!!" yelled Telow, hopping down to the ground and pointing at the patch of dirt. Private then jumped down, feeling refreshed by the cool breeze rush on him, then ran across the field, dodging every safety arrow that came at him. He then got hit only once at the ankle, but continued running, taking off the suction-cup arrow, then jumped up, planting the crimson flag to the ground, then collapsing in exhaustion, sobbing tears of pride, effort, and exhaustion. "Rest easy comraden, you have more work to do tomorrow, for now, how about a refreshing drink?" asked Telow, pouring cool water on Private's sweaty forehead. "That sounds wonderful, a small cup of tea, or a large brandy..." panted Private. "Haha, alright then, well deserved to you, great work, excellent endurance, immense footspeed, you're perfectly ready for Doctor Damion's forces," said Telow, patting Private's back, as he began helping him find his way back to the camp.
"When do you think the egg is gonna hatch Skippy?" asked Lilly. "Soon, I promise it's going to hatch, the egg should hatch in a week or two, just give it patience," said Skipper. "Alright then," said Lilly, handing the egg to Skipper. "Yes, I know, it's my turn now," said Skipper with a smile. "Thanks, that means a lot to me," said Lilly. "Hannah, do you have that incubator fixed so we won't have to sit the egg ourselves?" asked Skipper. "I'm doing my best, this is very easy, should be done by tomorrow in the morning, not too long from now," said Hannah. "The plug terminal won't start up for some reason or another, once we DO get it ready and fully functioning, you are free to use the incubator safely," said Kowalski reassuringly. "Okay then, thank you for at least helping us out you two," said Lilly gratefully. "You're welcome Lilly," said Hannah, heading out the flap of Lilly and Skipper's tent with Kowalski nearby. "Hopefully they'll be able to fix it, I don't like having to sit on a solid object for long periods of time," said Lilly, rubbing her butt sorely. "They will, I know so, they've got their experience in electronics stuff, and we have our own experiences," said Skipper, sitting at the table. "When do you think Private's coming back from his extra training at the camp fields?" asked Lilly. "It's around the 2130 hours range, so I'd say in a few minutes, if not less," said Skipper. "Then that means he's almost done then, okay, that's good I guess," said Lilly, laying back in her bunk. "What's up with you? Bored?" asked Skipper. "Yeah, that, and I'm very anxious, I'm excited for the arrival of our first hatchling," said Lilly excitedly. "I am too, I can't wait much longer," said Skipper with a smile.
Kat was now driving a bit slowly, yawning slightly and looking around for any camping spots, she saw lights in the distance the night before, so she was now searching for them, she didn't have much further to go, but she wanted to conserve as much gas as she could, in order to be able to reach the camp on time, without stopping or making a detour for gas. "Alright, assuming I drive only thirty miles per hour, I can make it to that settlement I saw last night, and still have at least 7 gallons of gas in the tank left," said Kat, stretching her legs out slightly, feeling relieved as the stiffness went away to let her legs move more freely. She saw the camp below the hill she was driving on, so she pulled over, looking down the hill to track out how much closer she was to the camp. "There we go, the road ahead loops around the hill twice, then goes straight into the camp in the valley below, I can hopefully hide out here from Dr. Damion's tyrant grip on this land," said Kat, hopping back into her Aston Martin and driving through the road, approaching the first loop at last. She then turned the Aston, following the steep twists and contours of the road ahead of her with precise action. "Now we just hold her steady like this, until I make it to that camp down there," said Kat, speeding up her Aston Martin to thirty five miles per hour, then slowed down slightly when the hill grew a bit shallower and less steep than before. "Now we're at the second loop, this is all I have to get through, then I'm home free at the camp," said Kat, slowing down at a huge puddle on the dirt road.