Sergey arrived at planet 101 with a certain panache. The only thing was that there was no one who saw him enter the planet. He arrived undetected in the dense forests. The spaceship automatically landing next to the spaceship that was already stranded. Another spaceship, he wondered. What is with these spaceships, they are everywhere. Sergey before leaving the ship overwrote the software, by passing several security checks and punched in his code. The system recognized his name and identity. Now it is time for them to find me, he said with much elan. He walked out the spaceship with new hope and a lot of possibilities. And as he walked out in to the forests he was immediately alerted to the possibility of a threat looming large. His dream vanished in a spurt and the survival instincts crept in. Sergey examined the forests. Something terrible must have gone down here and not too long a time ago. He wandered around the forests with the gun close to his chest. Sergey found it hard to find an exit. There was hardly any light that passed through these forests and he could not see properly. He put his nightcusion goggles on. Better! he said. Meanwhile, back at earth. The Director called the most important people of the nuclear power plant for a meeting. Everyone was seated down, from Romanov to Plato. The Director started his speech. "I have called you all here," he said, "for a very important brief," Everyone sat up straight. "We have found the exact location of Sergey," he said. A video popped out, starting with a wide shot of the Galaxy Archimedia and slowly zooming in on the planets. And as the video travelled through the galaxy it finally stopped at a planet. A planet that could be said resembled our planet, the earth very closely. The director pointed at the planet with his laser. "That , right there is planet 101," said the Director. "And Sergey is there, we got the information just this morning." Plato and Romanov sat up straight. "I also have some other news for you, some very important news." "When Sergey punched in the coordinates to day, something was different." "He punched in his coordinates in a spaceship. "But," emphasized the director. "Not in his spaceship not in any spaceship made on our planet. He punched it in an alien ship." "I knew it," uttered Romanov, not so loudly. Only Plato could have heard it. "I knew it, that there were far more intelligent beings than us out there," he said again. This time Plato clearly heard it and he turned his head in the direction of Romanov. "So," continued the Director, "we are sending two teams out there for this mission. We want that alien ship back here." As the director was briefing there entered a man, a very fair man with dark hair, glasses and was about average in height. He quietly came in and took a seat at the back. The director did not stop with the discourse, he carried on. Everyone paid the utmost attention, particularly Plato. His eyes had lit up ever since the news that a large team would be on this mission. The team members news came on the screen as the meeting was nearing the later phases and to the delight of many, Plato's name had also come up. Romanov patted the back of Plato, congratulating him. Finally the presentation was over and the lights had come on. The team will be headed by Mr. Akumi, announced the director, pointing at the gentleman who had entered the meeting during the middle of it. "Mr. Akumi," continued the director is one of the most educated in the space of travel and extra - terrestrial life and energy. "He actually holds a doctorate in extra - terrestrial energy," said the director. Now the whole attention of the room was on Mr. Akumi who simply waved in appreciation. "Tomorrow onwards," the director continued. "The team will be handled by Mr. Akumi. You will be under his mission and need to follow all the protocols that are said by him and please do remember, that the retrieval of the alien ship is as important as the mission itself." Plato and Romanov, sighed. "You can disperse," said the director. Plato and Romanov walked out together. "A Chinese," asked Plato. "No, a Japanese i presume. The director looks awfully fidgety mentioning his name," said Plato. Romanov laughed, "must be a directive from Moscow," he said. "Now what, we are partnering up with the Japanese," asked Plato. "Indeed so, it looks that way and Plato," said the old man, "the world is going to enter a new era and Russia would be foolish to not have allies as it enters it"