In the Virginia countryside, Saturday…

The Guardians were agitated. It took some time for RP1, SW2 and the rest to find out why. It was BH3 who overheard a conversation in the hall that gave them the lead. They soon confirmed it from other overheard conversations and another GW3 break-in to the Center's security intranet.

At the very least, Dr. Tyler was missing. At the very worst, Dr. Tyler had fled. Or escaped, was RP1's suggestion. He had come up with the idea that maybe Dr. Tyler was also kept in the Center against his will.

Those who had originally not believed that FS2, HJ1 and SW1 had escaped nor that the whole starship thing was just a lie were now coming around to thinking along the same lines as RP1 and SW2.

"What are we going to do?" asked SW3. Although she looked just like SW2, she was rather shy and somewhat stupid, at least for practical things. She was actually a brilliant physicist, though none of her work would ever see the light of day. "Are they going to kill us?"

"Now there's a thought to make you shit your pants," said GW3. "They'll grind us into hamburger and give us to the bears at the zoo." When he saw SW3's shocked look, GW3 patted her on the hand. "Don't worry. It's painless. If you think enough of your starship, it won't fucking hurt at all."