At Gate Zero One

Finally, gate number one was open and illuminated. Small cargo vehicles were parked, lined up in single file.

"It looks like we found what we were looking for," said Kowalsk, excited by the discovery.

"Could you continue telling me why you really changed your mind and decided not to leave, Mr. Kowalsk?" Thilláila asked, approaching slowly.

"I've always looked for survivors and failed many times to protect them. However, now there are three of you under my responsibility, and I won't abandon you... at least not until you're safe," Kowalsk replied while searching for the keys in the small vehicles.

"This place is very large, and even though it's fully lit, without knowing anything about this environment, we'll hardly find the keys to the vehicles. However, we can't leave here without them."

"I wanted to draw your attention to something more important, Mr. Kowalsk," Kaminski said.

"Go ahead, Mr. Kaminski, and tell me what the problem is."

"Well, Mr. Kowalsk, I believe the most important thing at the moment is to prevent the entry of new and unpleasant visitors."

"You're right, Mr. Kaminski. However, I have no idea how to do that. But if you want to find a way to do it, feel free."

"Okay, Mr. Kowalsk. I believe I can find a way to do it. I'll need some time and the secure watch of Troy. If Thilláila can help, it will certainly be even faster."

Kowalsk agreed. Now, he was amazed by the machinery he had found there, all in reduced size. In that sector where he was, there were several models of tractors that, in ancient times, would have brought excellent results on farms. There were still other implements that looked completely strange to Kowalsk. Until his eyes fell on a catalog that had specifications for almost all the models present there.

At first, all he would need, besides the keys of course, was a mini loader and a vehicle with a large enough bed to transport the dragons they had slain. He was still analyzing which machine would do the job best when, suddenly, Mr. Kaminski shouted in terror:

"Hey, Mr. Kowalsk! Come quickly, please! We're being invaded."

With his super-keen reflexes, Kowalsk was already about to run to assess the new situation when his eyes happened to land on a label on a metal box as large as a thousand-liter water tank. He could hardly believe that even the huge padlock on the latch of that box appeared to be unlocked. He opened the lid quickly, flinging it open with some ease, and to his surprise, the emergency tools were precisely what he needed for the moment.

Quickly, he grabbed a rifle and a machine gun, and also a pistol that was hooked onto the sheath of a large army knife. Moving swiftly, the knife, incredibly, did not fall, hanging between the straps of the sheath.

And as he passed through gate zero one, he shouted hastily:

"I'm coming, Mr. Kaminski... and I brought reinforcements."