Nambu paced his office, waiting for word on Jun. He thought back to when they were children, his children. Maybe not in blood but in his heart and soul. He hated what he had done to them, taken from them. He loved them, and now they seemed to hate him. But he had people he had to answer to as well. They had to have someone to protect earth. If Galactor decided to attack, and the Gatchaman refused to fight, what then? They always had temps ready just in case.

What if Jun died, what would he and the boys do? Those kids were so close that he thought it would take them all down. He would lose them all. Why hadn't he thought of someway to protect Jun in her uniform, putting her in that short dress, what protection was there for her against what finally happened to her. He would have that changed. Nothing could be taken from his kids unless they did it or one of their own. He wondered if there was anything he could do for his kids. They needed him, and he needed them.

Ken stood there looking at Jun lying there in the bed, hooked up to all those machines that were keeping her alive. He didn't notice the others of his team there in the room with him. He had eyes and thoughts only for her. He went over to the bed, he gently put out a hand and touched her cheek. He felt a pain in his chest, as though someone was trying to rip his heart out. He looked at the machines, but he didn't know what the readings meant. He just watched the machines for a moment, then turned back to her, seeing Joe across from him. Their eyes met for a moment, then both turned and walked out.

In the hall, they faced each other. "I found out where we could get some Galactors, they have plans to steal some device that a scientist invented. Spies say they will go after it this evening. Wont to come?" Joe was smiling a death smile. Ken looked at him, and he nodded.

"Yes, we will take them, and then find others. Blood will flow..." They turned as one and headed out. They had work to do. His thoughts centered on wiping out all their enemies. He didn't care about duty, or what was right, or what anyone thought. He knew what he wanted, and Joe and he would do it.

Nambu was pacing the floor anger radiated from him as he did so. What was left of the team sat there watching him. "What was he thinking, I could see this of Joe, but never Ken. He is always so logical, so level headed. He's going to get them both killed.

"Sir, Ken is human, he almost lost Jun. He is going to blow if he doesn't let this out. Those are our enemies, so why does it matter? I don't blame them, I feel like it too."

"But you didn't, did you?"

"I wanted to, but they didn't tell me what they were planning. I would have gone with them."

"Then you would be wrong too. I will have to punish them when they return. If they return."

"You push them, and they will quit. Both are doing what they think is right. They are doing it for Jun. Family protect each other, revenge each other when it's needed." Nambu looked at the young man with surprise.

"Ryu, you are a surprise to me. I know how you feel. I know how they feel. But I don't want to lose any of you."

"Well you knew, that could happen any time we go out there. You send us out and we might not come back. We have accepted that."

"Nambu, I want my sister back, well. For it to be as it was." Nambu turned to the kid, who sat there quietly up till now. He went over and sat down beside him.

"Jinpei, I know you do, we all do. War is hell, and it's unfair to all of you, what you have to do and what is done to you. I wish I could take it away from you. Don't you want to go sit with Jun?" Jinpei shook his head.

"No, I can't stand to see her that way. I want to go join Joe and Ken." Nambu stood up and looked at the boys.

"Pleae don't follow them. They are to be arrested when they return. You are both to remain on this base until further notice." Both Ryu and Jinpei got up and walked out.

Joe and Ken in birdstyle watched the ship arrive. They were ready. They watched the two dozen men enter the building, and the two dropped down on them. The men yelled upon seeing who they face.

"Gatchaman!" Joe looked at them, a shuriken in his mouth. He struck out and attacked the man closest, driving his fist into the mans jaw, hearing a satisfying crack. Then he sliced him across the throat, and blood flowed, as the man grabbed his throat. Joe turned to another, his foot kicked out and struck breaking the mans neck. He turned and jumped into the air, and came down, hands and feet flashing, in a deadly dance.

Ken was fighting, he could feel the coldness inside. He threw a punch and drove it deep into the stomach of a man in front of him. The man caved in, and as he fell, Ken struck him in the back of the neck. He turned and did a spinning kick and took out three, and then flipped over another's head and struck them from behind. Blood was splattered on the white walls, and Ken didn't care.

The fight ended, and only two stood amongst the carnage that littered the hall way. Joe looked at Ken. "There weren't enough of them to make a good fight."

"No, too bad there wasn't. Maybe they are running out of soldiers." Ken looked around, the coldness in his eyes, bordering on madness. Joe was still angry, and knew what Ken was going through.

"Come on Ken, time to go home. There will be more." He put his hand on Ken's shoulder. "We need to see Jun."