Thank you the person that review. The Engie, thank you, but please make an account so I can respond to you, as I do not want to refer to people in the Author's Note. For those that have read the previous chapter, I have edited the end among other parts of it to be clearer about what happened. Here's a small hint: Concrete does not burn. Oh, I have a small question: Could some people tell me in a review what they see in this story? Seriously, what good do you see in it? Note: This is like a question from a teacher. What was said to The Engie applies to everybody who reviews.

We enter the scene to Plato sitting on a bench in the middle of the Doe Zoo watching two ancient veterans pace back and forth seemingly lecturing him on the subject of war.

"And from that day forward any time a bunch of animals are together in one place it's called a ZOO!" John growled.

Jane, then, completely unlike his age, threw down Plato, and put his finger into the young man's face. "UNLESS IT'S A FARM!"

John put his face in his hands and chuckled. "Anyways, kid, that's why we run a zoo. We are specialist in the Art of War, but as a result, we also follow in Sun Tzu's footsteps."

Ivan exited the main offices of the zoo and joined the group, head down and huge shoulders drooping. He turned to Plato. "Go play on zhe office computer." The boy walked away. "Vell, I have good news and bad news."

"What is it Ruskie?" Jane yelled with wide eyes.

Ivan looked up and sighed. "Good news, I found somevûn who can take care of Plato wis'hin zhe area."

John sighed in relief. "What's the bad news?"

"He is scout."

"Thank god that's all."

"Zhere is more," Jane and John stood up. "Fegelein is still Plato's legal guardian until he agrees to relieve responsibility or ve get a guy to change zhe documents. However, ve do have people in zhe government zhat can do zhat for us."

"And who would do that?" Jane inquired.

"One word can answer zhat. Dispenser."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Dell and Dale."

The ancient soldiers looked at each other, minds aghast, loosened their jaw muscles, and fell over.

Ivan shook his head, and went to the office where Plato was on the computer to tell him that he'd be staying at his house for a while.

When they arrived at Ivan's small apartment, everything was covered with a small layer of dust. He had not visited his home since he left it two weeks ago to go to the hospital (this is also symbolic in some manner).

He fed Plato what he could, and sent him off to sleep on the bear's bed.

Ivan dusted off the television, and turned on the power. He wanted to see what he had missed during the weeks, so he changed the channel to the local news.

"Fire was raging on where a small suburban home on the outskirts of Boston used to be," Ivan heard the news-lady say. "While the fire was put out hours ago, police and firemen are confused as to what caused it. At first it seemed to be accepted that improper use of fireworks caused the fire, but upon closer examination the idea was ruled out, as the fire had spread to the entryway later on, and that was where the fireworks were found. Neighbors report seeing a tall, pale man running-"

The television cut off as Ivan noticed Plato Fegelein standing in the middle of the room silently listening to the sound of the news telling him that his home of 12 years was destroyed.

"Hey, leetle man." Plato shook his head violently, snapping himself back into reality. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

"I tried. Something was troubling me, though. May I ask you a question?"

"Fire avay." again.

Plato held his hand to his chin for a moment, then opened his mouth. "When I went to the computer for that short period of time, a number of programs were opened that had other computer screens on them, along with lines of code running down the side so fast I could not even read a word of it. How did you learn to hack, at your age? The internet was created far past what I believe was your prime."

The ruskie laughed, then went into deep thought for half a minute. "Your grandfazher's vork healed more zhan just zhe body. During our previous jobs, ve vere taking too much damage for zhe full affects to occur. As a result, I remained a idiot until ve met again."

Finally out. Everybody happy? Good. Please rate and review.