"Yes... a woman in black, a tall skinny gentleman that... was there yet not, and a boy with a guitar." Wirston cleaned up it "hands" now that the operation was done and flew over to the other room.

"Wait you know these guys?" Roy asked, then paused. "They must've been pulled out by the rebels during that skirmish. Well I hope your feelings for your friends won't interfere with your job." Wirston came out with a hot kettle and an odd assortment of cups. He poured everyone a glass and Roy took one respectfully. He drank it and flinched then with a slight cough he put the cup down. "I'm guessing this is from the pot we brewed earlier?"

Wirston looked at the kettle. "No he finished that kettle, this is one I brewed just recently... I guess old habits die hard." It responded wistfully and after the cups were passed around it went to put the kettle away, but it went into the far room.

"So what do we do with Wirston?" Kyle looked over at his captain. "The thing is going bonkers because of the lost of its master."

"Well I doubt we can take it with us." Roy mused, taking another sip of his coffee. "I guess we'll just leave Wirston to his own devices." Kyle opened his mouth as if to argue but then shrugged and drank his own coffee.

He coughed violently. "Christ, if the kid was drinking stuff like this every day, he was taunting death." He put the mug down on an empty table and sighed. "But the rebels took our merchandise, that's not boding well for us."

The captain shrugged. "If they were confident about having the upper hand, they would have ambushed us here. They're too focused on running. We'll hit them hard, kill everyone and sweep this ugly mess into the trash where it belongs." He finished his coffee and got up. "You all ready to go? We have some rebels to kill." He left without saying goodbye to Wirston but the robot didn't seem to have any plans on leaving the firing range anyways.

As they drove away, something bright reflected in the rear view mirror and they turned to see the warehouse had become a roaring inferno. Roy simply stared at it before continuing on his way, knowing there was no reason to turn back. However, the only leak in emotion was in his hands as his grip tightened on the steering wheel.

The group has been put inside a tent like the one they woke up in. The only difference is that there's now a guard that watches the entrance and exit. Not much security had been placed around the group as they were in the middle of nowhere and wearing cuffs that shock the prisoner if any attempt to take them off without the key is made. The only point of having a watcher is so that if anyone does leave the tent, they would know for surveillance reasons. Meanwhile the rebels were packing up and loading up to get ready for crossing the border. The soldiers were wearing full power armor and armed to the teeth.

At the capital, Roy had brought Dino into the war room with him. There were other officers and Kyle alongside them examining the map on the table. "Those greedy bastards couldn't hide their wheel treads." An officer spoke up and traced a path. "We now know where they are and where they're headed. We can cut them off at the pass."

"How are we going to get there though?" Another piped up. "Our trucks move as fast as their trucks, and even if we start now, who knows if we'll reach them."

"We'll split our army into two. The majority will get on trucks and set off immediately while others take the heliocopters. We'll try to slow them down long enough for you guys to reach them." With the order given, Roy walked out with Kyle and Dino in tow. "I'm planning on piloting the first copter out of here." The captain stated. "Which group is your party going to be going with Mr. Dino?"