'My dearest Muscle,

Our experiment has concluded.

Our results have been more fruitful and worth while than either of us thought.

Yet, we both know that this will be the end.

But, if the truth will help to heal your mental wounds:

I would not alter a single variable.

Your little squeaks, Beaker.'

Hoerk held Beaker's note in his hand, and read it with a saddened look on his face. The Terradon lab he was stood in had been completely ransacked, equipment strewn across the floor. Gurneys tipped on their sides. Glass beakers and flasks smashed and shattered. Along the cupboards, Spitz rummaged amongst the various scientific instruments. 'I wouldn't bother with that note', he mumbled, head deep in the shelves. 'It'th probably a thmarty panth code. More than your tiny brain can work out.' He added, his lisp becoming more noticeable.

'What do you know, half-pint?' Hoerk responded, pulling his face back to its normal frown. He folded the note and put it into his pocket. He turned around and started walking to the door. 'I'm going to grab some lunch. You let me know when you're done scabbing supplies.'

Outside the round-ish, pentagonal door stood two metal conductors; the working parts of the trap that held the Terradon scientists in their labs, beyond that laid a long tunnel. Hoerk kept walking down the tunnel, his stoic body language slowly fading to a saddened state, his shoulders slowly slumping forward, head hunching over. There was a small gap in the wall, just big enough for Hoerk to fit, he walked into the gap, and slid into a crouched position. He huffed as he reached into his pocket and pulled a photo out. Hoerk looked at the photo and smiled. It was a selfie with both him and a Terradon scientist. The Terradon held the camera high, taking a photo looking down on them. Their smile was wide sincere, seemingly bending the goggles on their face. In the background, behind the Terradon, Hoerk also had a smile on his face. A smile deep enough for him to close his eyes.

Hoerk took in one last breath before standing up and walking the rest of the distance out of the tunnel. His composure and posture restored. Stood at the end of the tunnel, arms wide and tail sweeping with rage, was Repton. Hoerk did not slow or change direction, he wasn't planning to see Repton.

'What did you find in there?' Repton asked angrily.

'Nothing, Boss.' Hoerk replied. He kept walking, passing by Repton without turning his head.

'So where are you going?' Repton interrogated, slowly getting riled up.

'The Storm Hawks took out most of our aerial defence, I'm grabbing some guards to try and fix some of our Terra's dignity.' Hoerk approached his skimmer, climbed onto it, started the engine, and rode off into the distance. The dry savannah ground of Terra Bogaton kicking up dust in his wake. Repton, still stood in place, snarled. He had kept the scientists under lock and key, only for them to be broken out by the Storm Hawks. Meanwhile Hoerk, now a fair distance clear of the lab, took the ride away to reflect on everything that happened up until that point. Hoerk wanted just one of the scientists kept close, but she still escaped. His thoughts turned to their entire time together. From how they met to their last words, and every little detail he could remember in between.