Atomic's little 7-year old brother, who is normally quite shy and quiet, expressed his fear of the lost sheep. "The sheep are missing! The sheep are missing!" he cried, starting to panic. "All the sheep have gone missing!"
"I know, little guy," Atomic replied, patting his little brother's shoulder, trying to soothe him. "But me and Kid Bomber have some work to do."
"Okay," his little brother replied, with some tears in his eyes, "but without mutton, our food will not be the same. Neither on our home planet, nor here."
"Don't worry, little guy," Kid Bomber said, looking at him. "We'll find the thief behind the sheep robbery, as soon as possible. So we can freely eat mutton again."
Kid Bomber checked himself and his weapons, in case he needed them against the thief. He made sure his pistol had plenty of pellets, and he asked Atomic's parents for non-perishable food and bottled water. They kindly gave him and Atomic plenty of prepackaged nutrition bars, and bottled water.
As the weather started to clear up, the sun was starting to set. But it was still bright enough, at 7:00 PM, for the two to go outside. Just in case, Kid Bomber also brought his survival kit, with extra oil lamps and matches.
Last but not least, Kid Bomber bought his camping books, his portable tent, and his books on desert food foraging.