Gibson was in possession of a very sharp mind. He was able to calculate every situation, cold-evaluate his position. He also had a great knowledge in chemistry, biology, philosophy, etc. In a word, Gibson was a scientist and a genius. But not only. He was also a doctor. And this capability seemed to be the most important at this point. The war raged taking with herself as many lives as she could. It was almost as if she founded the Life who will win. Now there was a draw and Gibson was trembling with fear what will happen after this temporary impasse. Turning to the merits, in times like these the ability to suture wounds, haemostasis and handling of patients was extremely useful.

At this point, Gibson was sitting on a chair in the hospital wing monitoring Chiro's heartbeat . The kid was heavily wounded in the last battle, and it was necessary to make sure that there are no further impediment to the further activities in the resistance movement.

Gibson often wondered how much Chiro lost. After all,he was only a child - no matter how mature he behaved. He should go to school, to the cinema and, as people his age say, he should do all that dating thing. Chiro didn't have the chance, but on the other hand, you can not miss something you simply didn't experience. Nevertheless, the scientist had hope that someday Chiro will be given to see how life should as a teenager.

"Well, Chiro, it seems that all your vital signs are normal and directly there is nothing that could threaten your life, but this wound," the scientist pointed with a pen on a boy's tied bandaged side "needs a few days to heal up. Which is equivalent to the fact that I would not want to see you on the battlefield "

"But Gibson ..." Chiro began, but before he could complete the sentence, Antauri silently entered the room.

"Chiro, I do not want to hear protests and if it necessary, I will watch over you myself" black monkey calmly said" I believe you are not fond of the idea"

The boy gently smiled and shook his head. Antauri smiled back and almost immediately moved his now much more serious eyes on Gibson. Blue monkey immediately felt uneasy.

"We have a problem" Antauri said without preamble, "It's the center of the city. We've got riots that need to quickly dissipate. I decided on sending you and Sparx"

Gibson put the notebook on the table and sighed. Every day there was something new. New horrors.

"Of course, Antauri" the scientist said only "I'm on my way. Just take care of Chiro, I do not want him to hurt himself in any way"

Antauri simply nodded his head and his face broke into a warm smile. Of course, he will take care of a kid. Before Gibson left the room the second commander handed him a sheaf of papers - description his task and patted him on the back. A silent "good luck."

With some relief Gibson left the medical wing. It was good to be able to not to look at that shattered child even for a moment. The scientist made his way to the briefing room. When he walked reviewing the papers from Antauri echo bounced off the walls. He had a strange feeling. Something was wrong, but Gibson did not know what that was. When he finally strode into the room Sparx appeared in front of his eyes. He looked relaxed and the only thing that betrayed how much he was tired were those great shadows under his eyes. Sparx looked at the scientist and he smirked.

"Ya look like shit, Brainstrain" pilot jauntily said "But good to see ya"

Gibson could not stop himself and his face was also influenced by a smirk.

"You also, 77. Once again, let's try to live a day in our own company"

Sparx snorted and rolled his eyes.

"It will be difficult," he said.

"Indeed, 77" said Gibson, and he poked the first pilot on the side.

Both exchanged smiles and went to select additional weapons.