Everyone was getting ready to get back into the Stormloader, as Banshee flew around the whole area one last time, to see if she could find any survivors.

"But, where's Mick?" TC asked, worried.

"Didn't you see the Strikeforce ship crashing into Naecken's fortress?" Phil asked. "You think it crashed by itself?"

TC smiled. "So you think Mxy did it?"

"Yeah. He probably teleported himself back home by now. I just scanned this whole place and I can't feel any minds beside ours..."

"GUYS!" Banshee suddenly yelled from the air, "I FOUND MICK!!!"

Everyone ran to the place Brianna was indicating, except for Grimm, who was incredibly tired, and TC, who was in shock.

"But... Didn't Phil say he couldn't feel any other minds?" TC asked. He looked at Grimm. Grimm said nothing.

TC's eyes widened. Suddenly he could understand very well why Grimm attacked Naecken with such fury.
TC sped to the place where Mick was, arriving there before anyone else. He couldn't believe it until he saw it with his own eyes. He stood there looking at Mick until everyone else arrived.

There was no doubt. Mick was dead.