Задание может быть сложным, но цель важнее.
It was August 6, 2001. With the school finally secure, the Grigoriy Clan began planning something extraordinary: a multicultural school where young mice could learn, grow, and thrive safely, out of the eyes of the outside world.
Commander Grigoriy sent word of his ambitious plans to his own clan and to his allies, hoping to unite them in support of his vision.
Ikaika was the first to respond. He explained that Iwalani had dreamed of becoming a teacher, but she never returned with her human roommate, who had recently gone home for a break.
Despite the hostile and unforgiving terrain of Oahu where Iwalani was last known to be, Commander Grigoriy volunteered to lead the search. Fully aware of the island’s dense city and steep ridges, he remained determined to locate her. Neither the difficult landscape nor the uncertainty surrounding her whereabouts was enough to deter him from the mission.
The clan found themselves on the same airplane that had brought them from Oahu to Hawaii Island. The only difference was that Ikaika joined the squad.
Ikaika was known for being fearless. He wasn’t afraid of thunderstorms, noisy birds, or even the neighborhood cats. The airplane, on the other hand, caught him off guard.
Its wings stretched across the sky like those of a giant metal bird, and its engines made a deep roar that rattled his paws.
“That thing is supposed to fly like a bird?” he whispered.
"Affirmative," Commander Grigoriy replied.
Suddenly he wasn't feeling quite so tough.
When the airplane began to move, Ikaika gripped his lucky lava stone tightly.
Then it moved faster.
And faster.
Ikaika squeezed his eyes shut.
But then something amazing happened.
The airplane lifted gently into the sky.
Ikaika slowly opened one eye.
Then the other.
Every strange sound made his ears twitch, and every little bump made him grab his stone.
But he stayed brave, because he would do anything to help a clan member.
After what felt like a very long time to a tiny mouse, the airplane began to descend.
Ikaika immediately noticed something was different.
The giant metal bird tilted downward.
“Auē!” He whispered.
His paws grabbed his little stone.
“Are we falling?”
The airplane shook gently as it passed through the clouds.
"Yes. We're falling, but it's a normal fall," said Technician Grigoriy.
Then, suddenly, he heard a new sound.
The wheels were coming down.
THUMP!
The airplane touched the ground and rolled along the runway, slowing down until everything became quiet again.
For several seconds, Ikaika didn't move. He took a deep breath and smiled.
"Two humans are inbound at twelve o'clock. Move to path three pronto," said Observer Grigoriy.
They advanced through the Honolulu terminal, staying low and moving carefully between enormous shoes, rolling suitcases, and rows of chairs.
Security stopped a woman who was calmly walking through the terminal with a pineapple under each arm, insisting they were her “emotional support fruit.”
"THIS PLACE IS NUTS!" Said Ikaika.
Things became even stranger when a group of tourists started following a man they believed was a famous Hawaiian musician. He wasn't. He was an accountant from Samoa.
The squad reached a safe location.
"We wait until nightfall to advance," said Commander Grigoriy.
The squad spent the day conducting reconnaissance and gathering intelligence on human movement patterns. Their surveillance identified a civilian bus route that provided a direct approach to Waikiki.
After nightfall, the squad initiated the infiltration phase. They boarded the bus without incident and successfully reached the terminal stop in Waikiki. However, extraction from the vehicle was temporarily aborted. The surrounding area was saturated with civilians, making a discreet departure impossible.
“Maintain visual discipline. All eyes on the heat signatures,” Commander Grigoriy ordered.
Observer Grigoriy continued monitoring the situation and quickly assessed the environment ahead.
“The next stop is our best extraction point,” he reported. “Only two individuals are waiting.”
They reached the golf course at the heart of the city. From the tallest trees overlooking the course, they finally had a clear view of the surrounding city. Beyond the rooftops and streets, one building stood out in the distance.
The university.
"We're coming, Iwalani," Ikaika whispered.
The squad studied the city from their position near the golf course, searching for a route that would allow them to reach the school without crossing the busy streets.
Observer Grigoriy noticed an old maintenance entrance near the edge of the grounds.
“The sewer system runs beneath this part of the city,” he said. “If the maps are correct, it could provide a concealed route toward the school.”
Commander Grigoriy considered the plan carefully. The underground tunnels were dark, unfamiliar, and potentially dangerous, but the streets above were crowded and heavily exposed.
The squad descended toward the maintenance access point and prepared their equipment. One by one, they entered the underground passage, leaving the city noise behind.
Ahead of them stretched a maze of tunnels leading beneath the streets. Somewhere beyond the darkness was an exit near the university.
Режим войны, так оно и есть.