Jimmy felt betrayed. He felt embarrassed, but the day must go on, his life must go on. The fact of the matter was that this dinosaur riddled land, filled to the brim with dangers of all sorts, did not care if he got his feelings hurt. Once he climbed back down to the bunker, he officially wasted a total of five hours of his day, hours he could've spent doing something that would help his tribe.

As soon as he made it down to the bunker, the situation got so intense, that he almost forgot how tired he was. His burning knees were a sharp reminder, but then again, he met Mika down here, who grabbed all of his attention.

"Where have you been!" She shouted, "I've been looking for you everywhere!"

"Enough with the yelling, Mika, I've had a rough day." He said, and a headache started brewing in his head because of all the yelling. "What are you so worked up about?"

"We're being attacked!" She tried to speak at a lower tone, but ended up yelling again. "Anna sent me down here, she said that she needs to see you a.s.a.p! Whatever that means?"

"Wow…" He held his head, frustrated, "What do you mean attacked? Is everyone okay? How many bastards are we fighting?"

It was a little past noon right now, and in his eyes, this was an odd time for enemy tribes to launch an attack. He figured that if some random tribe from the west hills was brave enough to fight in the middle of the day, they were either cocky, or their numbers must be great! This was why he was concerned, but he was misled in all accounts.

Once she saw how confused he was, Mika calmed down a little bit, and started explaining herself better.

"Everyone is alright, for now," She explained, "The tribe that's coming to fight us is a day away, according to Anna."

"Okay… that's good, it gives us plenty of time to prepare." He sighed in relief, "Now I ask you again, how many of them are there? Did Anna mention a number, any number?"

"Oh, yes," Mika held her head, embarrassed, "Three hundred? It was definitely something with a hundred in its name, and the number three. I'm sorry, I forgot most of what she said. I was only supposed to bring you to her."

"Let's hope she didn't say thirteen hundred, Mika," He sighed, "But nah, it can't be more than three-hundred enemies. No one would want the grasslands desperately enough to bring thirteen hundred people to battle."

The situation was frustrating. An all-out war was much closer than he had thought a day ago, but the good news was that he had a full day to prepare.

In regards to preparation, an idea struck his mind, one that might just save his tribe. They couldn't nearly risk fighting three hundred people, on account to how small their tribe was, so he had to improvise.

"Okay, Mika, I need you to listen to me carefully, because I need you to go back home, and tell Anna what I'm about to tell you." He said, and Mika nodded. "Tell Anna that I will be down here for a while, but I will see her before the sun sets. Tell her, and Zik to not attack our enemy just yet, because we don't know what kind of magic they have. Unique Magic is a slippery slope, we could be dealing with people that may be able to wipe out all of our dinosaurs in minutes, so we can't risk it. We can't risk casualties."

As Jimmy explained his plan, he could see that Mika was having a hard time keeping up. She had been locked away for seventeen years, after all, so the new developments of the tribe were completely foreign to her. She barely understood half of what Jimmy said.

For that matter, he decided to make her task as simple as he could, so he said, "If you can't remember what I said, just remember these two words: Operation Compy."

"Anna will know what it means, don't worry," He doubled down, "Just memorize these two words. Operation Compy."

"Okay," She nodded, "Operation Compy… Operation Compy… Compy…"

"Head back home now, I won't be back until the sun sets." He repeated.

Mika did not say a word. She just jolted towards the exit of the bunker, and started climbing the long set of stairs. She had quite a physical challenge in front of her, but thankfully, unlike everyone else, she was not as burdened by the thousand-foot long set of stairs.

"Operation Compy…" She kept repeating to herself as she ran up the steel stairs, "Don't forget, don't forget… Operation Compy…"

Anyway, with the messenger sent, Jimmy started jogging towards the room filled with containment units. The room was at the end of a long tunnel, but this didn't bother him as much as the stairs did. His legs hurt, sure, but he could handle it.

Jimmy made it there in minutes, and immediately rushed towards the control panel. There, he saw his empty laser pistol, and the glove that measured oxygen levels. He didn't need them, so he pushed them off the control panel so he wouldn't get distracted.

Afterwards, as he tried to catch his breath, he wracked his brain trying to remember which buttons he should press in order to clone dinosaurs. He wanted to clone Compies, but this was problematic, because the former Compy that used to be in one of the containers, had been blown up, so he had to remember which button to push to materialize a new one, and then clone it.

"Come on… it had to be some of the last buttons…" He held his head, and pulled some of his hair off, stressed out of his mind, "Fuck you, Terrence! I'm even forgetting the shit that I learned myself, you bastard!"

There was no easy way to describe what he was feeling. He was close to collapsing because of his nerves, and at some point, he started pushing the letter-marked buttons at random, directing them towards unit twenty-one, where the Compy DNA was stored. This wasn't the most productive method, but it ought to work eventually.

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