Dr. Damion searched far and wide, he was in his pod, looking around with hateful red eyes. Until he spotted Private running through the brush below him, right اگلے to the Northwest دیوار of his barracks, only 4 miles from the fortress. He pressed a button, aiming a laser gun on the pod to Private and ہے رہا ہو لوڈ his image up on a data computer. "That's it hatchling, a little closer...." کہا Dr. Damion, smiling. Private then stopped to rest a bit, and Dr. Damion laughed a bit. "Sweet dreams, young one," کہا Dr. Damion, pressing another button and shooting Private. The laser careened through the air, hitting Private directly, it wasn't a kill shot, since Damion set the laser gun to Stun his quarry. "There, well it seems that Private is now just a ragdoll ready for me to collect," کہا Dr. Damion, pulling a switch that dropped a hook that wrapped around Private, picking him up into the pod's cargo hold, and closing. With a sip of wine, Dr. Damion looked back at his "prize" and smiled. "Now let's take آپ to my lovely and extravagant home," کہا Dr. Damion, turning the pod around, and heading back to his prison-like fortress. The pod then U-turned back to the direction of the fortress, and into Private's peril, but Hannah's plan.
Back at the fortress, Johnston was talking with Hannah, since he was apparently bored. "Why do آپ obey him if he hates and treats آپ badly?" asked Hannah. "He's my uncle, and he's been the closest thing to me. Ever since I was a pup and mom and dad died in an accident, he was willing to take me in, he respected me, he knew I was useful for something in his takeover, but he beats me up just to teach me a lesson," کہا Johnston. "But... He broke your arm...." کہا Hannah. "And who healed it? He did," کہا Johnston, holding his sling, tightening it a bit. "So he's not entirely bad, he just feels sympathy to his assistants?" asked Hannah. "Yes, in fact, most of his assistants were refugees from other places, یا in debt and headed to jail, یا nearly killed through poaching, he cares, he always helped those in need," کہا Johnston. "Why did he take the side of evil then?" asked Hannah. "He made something so magnificent, I knew, well, I felt confident, that his invention would pass off perfectly and be used in war, patented, shipped out, and used on the front lines. Instead he was kicked out, it was such long and drawn out pain from the device, that it was a sadistic weapon of war," کہا Johnston. "Yeah, Jett's real sorry about stealing his ideas, آپ know he is," کہا Hannah.
"When your boyfriend here made a weapon that was just like my uncle's, it was a ذائقہ, مارنا in the face for him, he asked to be called back in, but it was denied, then he was laughed at for even trying, so he made a weapon that proved them dead," کہا Johnston. "Look, if آپ can take me to Jett, bring him to Damion, maybe he'll understand after Jett apologizes," کہا Hannah. "I guess I could probably-" کہا Johnston. Dr. Damion burst into the room with his usual raging red eyes. "JOHNSTON!!!" yelled Dr. Damion. "Yes sir?" asked Johnston. "What did I tell you, a MILLION, times already?! Never fraternize with the prisoners!!" yelled Dr. Damion. "I'm sorry sir, perhaps I can explain why?" asked Johnston nervously. "No!! You've failed me for the last time!!" yelled Dr. Damion. "No sir, please!! I beg you!! I'll never do it again!!" pleaded Johnston innocently. Dr. Damion's eyes then went calmer, no longer red, sympathy replaced anger. "Listen here, nephew, I just had enough of your failure, and whenever آپ fail, never do آپ make up for it, understand clearly?" asked Damion, calmly explaining. "Yes sir, I'm so sorry about it," کہا Johnston. "Come here nephew," smiled Dr. Damion, directing him to the window. "You see, once this world is mine, and the surrounding solar systems, you, shall inherit everything, once I'm gone and lost the fight," کہا Dr. Damion.
"That sounds wonderful sir," کہا Johnston. "No no, آپ have the privilege to call me Uncle Damion," کہا Dr. Damion, patting Johnston's head and heading to his chair. Johnston smiled a bit, getting a goblet of wine. "Uncle, would آپ like some of the wine the slaves made, specially for you?" asked Johnston. "Not at all today, I've drank enough," کہا Dr. Damion. "But it's the drink of the gods," کہا Johnston temptingly. "I ALREADY کہا NO!!" yelled Dr. Damion, realizing how loudly he yelled. "So sorry for my outburst, but no, that'll be finely accepted?" asked Dr. Damion. Hannah flinched back slightly when he yelled. "You like your nephew Dr. Damion?" asked Hannah. "Why indeed, he is my sole heir, heir to all, there to continue my work when I quit, and die at last," کہا Dr. Damion. "Oh, I see then," کہا Hannah, formulating her plan. "Get the rest of the دن off Johnston, آپ work too hard, it explains this failure at your achievements," کہا Dr. Damion. Now Hannah had finished her thoughts: She will kidnap Johnston, and lure Dr. Damion into the Resistance.