"Plato," welcomed Archimedes as he got out of his draft. Constantine got off behind him carrying a large suitcase. "That's it?" asked Anatoly. "That's about it," joked Plato. "More are coming Pashkin," said Plato. "Good, good!" he said. He took the suitcase and immediately got to work! Pacardy and James greeted the two of them! Good to see you chief, they said to Constantine and just shook hands with Plato. "Who is he?" asked Pacardy to the private. "I guess it's nobody," replied James.
Archimedes stood there listening to their conversation. That nobody just about has a huge part to play in all the big events in this galaxy, he thought.
Constantine had too heard it and had no choice but to laugh. No one knows his name in our planet, but here his name rings alongside the great Archimedes. Yet, he walked like he had no battle behind him. No great scar from much stronger men. As though he was a commoner. He had always had it, the humility and that innocence. He had just wanted to do good wherever he was required in any part of the galaxy. Maybe this tales true hero after all is the simple man walking ahead to do one more good thing, Plato!
Plato opened his fathers letter he had always carried with him at all times. The letter he had received when he was a truck driver back at the nuclear plant in Minsk. He read it once again as he often did. It had kept him grounded all these years and given him courage along the way. There was nothing spectacular about the letter, but the words have rang true to him all these years. Even more so now as he embarked on the biggest journey of all. What was to unfold before him would shake his morality.
He fidgeted with the pin like he had always done. The pin that Romanov had given to him. He took it in his hand and saw the Russian flag emblem. It gave him courage as he met with the eyes of the dwarves. One by one, they emerged from the shadows. Perhaps, they saw in him. What they saw in Archimedes. He smiled at them nervously. "Here," said Pacardy as his attention now shifted to the task at hand. "The box is here," he said pointing him towards a certain direction. "American," he scoffed as he put the pin back in his pocket. "American," a child dwarf repeated after him. He pointed the finger at Pacardy. "Yes, American, very rude!" he said to the child dwarf. "Very rude," the child repeated again. As James walked in after a certain while. " Americans, very rude," the children dwarves said. "What?" Said the private confused. "When did the children learn English?" he uttered. Before the children could repeat what they just said, he was out of their way!
"Did you hear that?" he asked Pacardy. "Hear what?" asked Pacardy. "Never mind!" replied James. Plato could not help but chuckle.