Chapter 4: The Team and the White Dragon

Saint Gatling introduced the last two members of the journey west: brothers.

He called them the Griggs brothers, two men who looked like they’d been built for different sports teams but ended up in the same lab. Their banter was classic sibling rivalry—Peter teased Simon about his hair, Simon called Peter a walking toolbox.

The heavyset one was Peter Griggs, the lean one Simon Griggs; both were core researchers of the sanctuary’s power source.

Peter had hands like dinner plates, perfect for wrenching open reactor cores. Simon was all quick fingers and sharp eyes—born for control panels. Together, they argued about everything, but always got the job done.

After finding the power source, they would test and decide whether to proceed!

They weren’t just backup—they were the brains behind the mission. If the power source was busted, they’d be the ones to fix it or call for help. Simon joked that he’d patch the reactor with duct tape if needed.

Besides, they were also low-altitude warship pilots; Simon handled power output, Peter long-range firepower.

If you needed to get somewhere fast or blow something up, these two were your ticket. Peter bragged about his aim, Simon rolled his eyes and claimed he could outfly any mutant bird.

The ship they piloted, called "White Dragon," would be our main vehicle for the journey!

It gleamed under the bunker lights, all chrome and attitude—a cross between a stealth bomber and a muscle car. You could almost smell the jet fuel and hear the classic rock blasting from the cockpit.

Samuel and I boarded the pure white warship; Peter grinned at Saint Gatling:

"Hope we meet again soon! For the Sanctuary! For humanity!"

He said it like a toast at a family barbecue. The words rang out, full of hope and a little bravado. Simon added, "Save us a cold beer for when we get back!"