When Dacey's team appeared on Arhgohnn, stun blasts flew through the air in every direction. Dacey ducked instinctively while raising her P-90. Shaun bent over Dacey protectively while searching for the shooters. The entire team scattered. The team had ended up ringing to a different city than they had previously been to. Huts were standing in neat rows everywhere, like a giant grid. Shaun pulled Dacey behind a building while Ahn pulled Wen into a hut near the ring. Mil hid behind the building Wen and Ahn were in. Zamora were hiding behind huts as well and were shooting at the Atlantians rapidly. Dacey turned to Shaun and yelled over the commotion, "Cover me!"

Shaun gave her a slight nod before she jumped out from behind the building. Dacey sprinted over to Ahn and Wen while throwing a grenade as she went by the Zamora. Dacey ducked as a green blast went by her and she practically dove into the hut. Wen stuck her head and arms out the doorway, firing her blaster at the enemy as the grenade exploded. Dirt rained down on the huts and dusted Wen's hair. The smell of burnt flesh coated the air and Ahn grimaced as he caught the scent. Ahn stuck his own weapon out the doorway and shot the last Zamora. The team members lowered all their weapons and cautiously stepped out into the open.

The dirt path they stepped onto served as a street. It was littered with the Zamora bodies, as well as debris from damaged and destroyed huts. A few thatched roofs burned slightly and all of them looked like they were at least singed. Smoke curled into the deep blue sky from the fires and the team could hear the fires crackle. Ahn sunk to his knees. He whispered, disbelieving his eyes, "What have they done to my world?"

Wen knelt down next to him and put her free hand on his shoulder. Together, they simply stared at the ruined city. Dacey began walking down the street, kicking Wen's boot as she passed her. Dacey grumbled, "Come on."

Shaun staggered after his best friend, not thinking clearly because he was still shocked someone would do this to a peaceful planet. Wen slowly stood and gently tugged up Ahn after her. She held onto his hand, guiding him along, while a few drops of water landed on his shirt: he was crying for his home. Mil stood back until the others had begun walking and then followed, feeling sick that it was all happening in this reality like it had in hers. She felt disgusted that it didn't even horrify her because she had seen it too many times to count.

The city got worse the closer to the center they got. Ahn had stopped crying but, he still refused to speak and was clinging onto Wen's hand for dear life. Wen kept glancing at Ahn as if to make sure he was still in one piece. The huts near the center of the city were nearly nonexistent. All the buildings were broken and scathed. Dacey was surprised Ahn could handle seeing his home like this.

Dacey slowed and stopped next to Ahn. He turned his face to her. Ahn raised his eyebrows, questioningly at Dacey. She said, "Where are all your people? There aren't even any bodies."

Ahn gave her a small sad, smile. He replied, "I noticed that as well. My people are very smart and are always ready for the worst. If they are hiding, they are in the mountains."

Dacey asked, "They are in it? Like in a cave?"

Ahn nodded. Dacey held up her hand and motioned for Ahn to lead the way. The alien moved passed her and began walking towards the mountains in the distance, which couldn't be seen, due to a fog that was beginning to form.

The team headed down the street until they came upon a small metal building which was still entirely intact. Its metal surface was scorched in places and blackened in places but, it was still intact. Dacey cocked her head as she neared it, curious what it was and the metal it was made of.

Ahn went up to the box and put his palm upon its smooth surface. He winced as a small needle stabbed his palm and drew a few drops of his blood. The box would scan it, making sure it was Arhgohnnian and that the donor was alive. This way, an enemy couldn't cut off a hand and use it to gain access. Besides, most enemies didn't even know the box existed.

Sliding his hand off the wall, Ahn stepped back. Wen went closer to him and eyed the spot where his hand had been as he waited. A door, which blended perfectly with the wall, slid open. Ahn stepped into the room, which wasn't let in the least. His dots glowed as he entered. Wen hesitated before following him in and everyone else followed her. While the Atlantians' eyes adjusted, Ahn stepped forward onto a disk in the middle of the room that was metal. It was maybe ten feet in diameter and was a dark metal, almost black. Ahn urged everyone to get on, which they did. Dacey, confused, asked, "What are we doing on this?"

Before she got an answer, the entire disk started moving downward. The walls of the shaft were dirt and some of it crumbled away onto them as they ventured down. The ride lasted only about a minute but, to the impatient riders, it seemed longer. When it stopped, the disk had taken them to another room that was small. A single door on the wall in front of them was the only difference. Ahn stepped forward and put his palm on this one too. It did the same process to him the last one did and slid open. On the other side was a brightly lit white hall with a white tiled floor. The hall stretched for a long distance, doors lining either side periodically. Each door had grey lettering that told what it was; the words were in Ahn's native tongue so, no one else could read it.

Ahn led the posse forward towards a door at the far end of the hall. An Arhgohnnian female walked out of a random door and saluted Ahn as she passed. Wen crept up slightly behind Ahn, getting edgy because she was in unfamiliar circumstances. The Arhgohnnian female slid by Wen, who eyed the other women as if expecting her to attack or something.

At the end of the hall, the door stood slightly ajar. Ahn cocked an eyebrow and whispered, "Something's not right."

Wen, not needing another explanation, whipped out her blaster. Dacey, Shaun, and Mil held up their weapons at the ready. Ahn nudged the door open the rest of the way. On the other side, a silent dark room was empty, except for a table with a map on it. The overhead lights flickered slightly and Ahn crept towards the map. Dacey looked over her shoulder, down the hall, in time to see all the doors open and Zamora run out. Her eyes immediately widened and her breath caught. She screamed, "Zamora!"

The rest of the people knew what to do from hearing just that. Mil dove behind the door and slammed it shut. It was made of a thick metal so, it would slow them down a few seconds. Shaun asked Ahn, "How can we get out? I don't see any doors."

Ahn frantically looked around him. Sweat started to coat his skin as he looked up. He responded, "Air vents."

Two black squares, barely noticeable, were side by side in the very center of the ceiling. Ahn twined his fingers together, creating a cup for a person's shoe, and glanced in Wen's direction. She stuck her foot on his palms without a second thought. He raised her up so she could reach the squares that, up close, were a grid of metal pieces with square holes large enough for her fingers to go through. Wen stuck her fingers through and yanked out one square and handed it to Mil. Wen looked down at Ahn and asked, "Can you get me higher?"

He nodded and she went upwards more. Wen could see the inside of the vent, which would fit a single person if they crawled. She stuck her arms through the opening and pulled her body into the vent. Turning awkwardly, Wen stuck her head out the vent, prepared to help the next person; her dreads fell over her shoulders and she flicked them out of the way impatiently. Ahn stuck his hands back out for the next person. Mil came forward and soon enough, she was in the vent too. Dacey frowned at Shaun who motioned for her to go first. Nodding, she did and she got into the vent before Zamora began beating against the door. Grunts and moans could be heard from the other side of the door. The lights flickered with every beat on the door. Shaun started towards Ahn, so he could get up but, when he was about to the alien boy, the door busted inward, its hinges breaking and emitting a metal-scraping-metal sound. Zamora flooded into the room. The only visible part of them was their red eyes. Shaun raised his P-90 and shot randomly in the direction of the eyes. Ahn stood by him and yelled, "Get in the vent!"

The alien's hands were cupped and Shaun did what he was told. As Shaun scrambled to get out of the opening to the vent, Ahn jumped up towards the vent. Zamora, realizing their prey was escaping, reached out their hands and tried to grab him. Wen caught Ahn's wrist with both of her outstretched hands as a few Zamora clasped his ankles and started yanking. Ahn dangled his free arm, refusing to grab her in return. He gave Wen a sad look that was mixed with love. He said, "Let go, Wen."

Wen stubbornly shook her head. Ahn got a desperate expression and pleaded, "Please, you can't hold me up forever, no matter how strong you are."

As if on cue, a Zamora gave his leg a tug which almost caused Wen to fall out of the vent. She shifted her body back and braced herself on the sides of the shaft. Ahn reached up with his free arm and slid his hand over her smooth skin to her wrist. Grabbing on, he pulled her hands from each other, making her let him go. He whispered as he fell, "I'm sorry."

Wen did something she would have never done before she met the alien; she showed love and pain in a single scream. Wen yelled, "No!"

The yell emanated pain for the loss of her friend and possibly-more-than friend. Wen tried to climb out of the vent to get to him and help him. Dacey pulled her friend back and told her quietly, "You can't help him."

Below, Ahn fell to the floor, landing flat on his back. Zamora attacked him and tried to pin him down while he kicked at them and swung his fists. After a few seconds, so many Zamora were on top of him that the Atlantians couldn't even see him anymore.

Wen looked away. With a single tear rolling down her cheek, she switched her blaster to kill and said, "Let's go."

Wen took the lead as the entire unit crawled away into a random direction. Considering that Ahn had been the only one who knew his way around, they were screwed.