The next day, the group meets up at the ship once again.
"The best place to start is with security," Dib says. "What kind of security are we dealing with Zim?"
"Well, they have a lot of drones, force-field technology, and a lot of guards," Zim explains. "Luckily, the guards are mostly untrained. They're using standard-issue weapons, but they have some bigger explosives as well. They've got a system of sensors that track movement, so we'll have to be very careful with these."
Gaz nods. "You two ready?" she gestures to Zim and Dib. They exchange an awkward glance before nodding. "Let's do this," Dib says.
Dib starts to get into the pilots seat but the ship stops him.
"There's no way I'm letting you handle me with this!" it yells. "You and Zim, get in the back!"
Dib grumbles but decides it's best not to argue and reluctantly sits in the passenger seat next to Zim. Gaz excitedly hops into the pilot's seat, and they were on their way.