Gibson ran his hand through the barrel of the gun. Perfect alloy, Otto did a good job, as always. Sparx seemed to think exactly the same because he looked at other weapons with equal care and attention as scientist did. Gibson often wondered how to classify the relationship he and the pilot shared. It was difficult even for such an outstanding mind like his. But the scientist knew one thing - they could rely on each other, and one certainly would give his life for another. Even if just to put an end to other's life later. Indeed - complicated relationship. Then there was no time for such considerations. There was a mission to do and it was a matter of priority, urgency. Sparx almost silently stood alongside Gibson and nodded with a serious face.

"So I guess we're going," said the pilot.

"Yes, Sparx, indeed," was all that Gibson replied.

And as he did, they headed for the exit, arm in arm.

There was no need to take any of the vehicles, riot lasted a few blocks away. It was not worth doing additional noise coming up with full artillery. Gibson still believed that the majority of cases of this type could be solved with reasonable comments. Sparx on the other hand...well, but Sparx was a savage and he was no diplomat. So Gibson just assumed he knew better- how foolish.

A team of two left the Super Robot and began to move along quiet, dirty streets. Oh, Shoogazoom - how much his town has changed since the war began. A sad sight stretched around. Some of the buildings, which not so long ago were homes, now turned into ruins - piles of bricks and broken glass. There was a smoke in one of the alleys, and everything was enveloped in deep silence. And only a bird sang it's serenades on a branch of one of the last standing trees. How encouraging.

Gibson carefully scanned the surrounding environment. Nothing unusual, except this amazing silence.

"Brainstrain ..." said Sparx as if he was also surprised by this peace.

"Yes, I know. According to the Antauri's report we should already be almost on the spot, and I still do not hear the sounds of fighting," quickly said the scientist "that's odd ..."

And finally, when they reached the place, expecting the fire, and at least a few corpses, they found an empty square. In surprise, they looked at each other. Yes, something was definitely wrong.

Gibson pulled out his scanner. Within the alleged battlefield were only two living forms of life - he and Sparx. The place also didn't look like any battle was held there recently . Everything was normal. Besides the strange silence and far too loudly singing birds. Something told him that it wasn't \just singing, it was something more. This serenade did not sooth the nerves, it didn't put him in a feeling of relaxation. On the contrary- it was insistent, loud, sharp. Why do they sing so loud?

"I have a bad feeling about this," said Sparx "You know, I'm not a coward, but maybe we should call for support or come back?"

Why do the sing so loud? Come on, Gibson ... what do you know about birds?

"Sparx, these birds ..."scientist murmured in consideration.

Sparx looked at him like he was crazy.

"What are you talking about? We have more important things to do than any birds!" He hissed.

Why are they screaming? Oh shit ... that is correct. They DO scream.

"Sparx, we have to get out of here! The birds are screaming so loud only in moments of a great danger!" Gibson said quickly, "call for support and …

But before he could finish darkness engulfed him. For a moment he heard someone calling his name - probably Sparx. Then came a series of shots, a few screams, something probably collapsed on the ground next to him and he felt a sharp pain in his temples. Oh yes, he had a bad feeling about this. And then all went silent and he drifted away.