St. Rowling's Walnut Bar, where there are usually few guests, is full today and the boss can't shut his mouth with laughter.

"Wood, do you really want to evacuate?"

"Yeah, we're going to go home. The defense here is handed over to St. Rowling's troops. We'll leave tonight and enjoy the sunshine of the United States tomorrow morning."

"Congratulations first, but I heard that someone wanted to sneak into you before."

Wood listened, looked around and deliberately lowered his voice. "It's confidential, but tonight it's all right with us. St. Rowling's army will guard tomorrow morning and pray for the safety of the research base tonight."

"Tonight, nobody's on guard?"...