"That's absolutely insane!" Nyra screeched, uncaring of how loud she was, as the secret space she and Metal Beak were in was practically soundproof when sealed. "Where in the name of Glaux did you ever come up with such an absurd idea!?"

"Call me yoiks," the old Sooty Owl said to his beloved mate. "but I was told it should be done in a dream."

"A...dream?"

"Yes, my dear. And I am quite sure that Glaux on high was communicating to me through it."

"How can you tell?"

"An owl's gizzard is never wrong unless corrupt. And I have a strong feeling in my gizzard that Glaux is telling me that this is right."

"Well, I certainly hope he knows what he's doing if that's the case."

"The only question I have on this is whether or not Ginger and her soldiers will-"

"Wait a minute," Nyra interrupted curtly. "Did you just say 'Ginger and her soldiers'?"

"Why yes. I saw them flying among those colorful birds in the dream I had. I recognized their faces right on the spot."

"But don't you think they're a might young? What if they don't know what they're doing? And isn't it an extremely long flight there? Won't they need assistance!?"

"Nyra, you're getting yourself into a tizzy. I'm not going to send them out there alone."

"Then who will accompany them?"

"Why, Unk will make sure of their well being."

"Unk? You mean...the Pit Guardian?"

"Exactly."

"But he hasn't had any battle training!"

"It's what Glaux wants. Also, toward the vision, all of the birds except for Unk were armed with battleclaws. Something tells me that these colorful birds may be in some need of our assistance."

"Are you sure your gizzard can tell you everything he wants?"

"Oh, I don't just know because I feel it in my gizzard. He told me."

"What!? How!?"

"In the dream, of course. I never saw his face, but I sure heard is voice, and I knew it was him speaking."

"I don't know about this whole thing, though, your Majesty. It seems a bit too...well...out there. And I mean that in more ways than one. Plus, what if they get spotted!?"

"I highly doubt that. That area is home to very few humans, if any at all. Plus, I'm sure those other birds have the brains enough to keep themselves away from them."

"Are you sure about that?"

"I'm positive. Why would Glaux be telling me all of this it we weren't supposed to do anything involving it? Besides, the Tytonic Union needs all of the help it can get if we are ever to keep the Guardians of Ga'Hoole from destroying it. The more the merrier, am I right?"

There was a long pause before Nyra answered the High Tyto.

"I...I suppose."

"That's what I like to hear," Metal Beak told her, a reassuring smile on his mostly hidden face. "Now the only question that remains is whether General Ginger and her troops will accept the mission."

"They must. I don't believe they have much of a choice."

"You don't think they will rebel, do you?"

"I'll see to it that they don't. How long until the mission is to be executed?"

"Tonight."

"Toni-TONIGHT!?"

"You heard me, tonight! Stroke of midnight, no hesitation."

"I, but-"

"Abupupupupupup. That is all I have to say. Make haste, my mate. It's near sundown, and there are only a wingfull of hours until their time comes. Make sure the have full gizzards before leaving and make sure none of them are fatigued, then alert them to the task, that is all I ask of you. And trust me, my dear; it shoudln't be hard to convince them once they find out I'm the one who decided on it."