The whole military base was on the highest alert possible. The precious cargo on its way inside the transport-truck. While all the soldiers waited, their weapons ready, the medic fell from the truck. All of the soldiers into the truck were pale, when the General met them. The 'cargo' got lost under an enemy attak on the street in the city. Seemingly, an unwanted 'hostile force' attacked the military truck to obtain the dangerous content of the small tube, while the medic just lost it on the way. The base went in panic, trying to find a solution.<br/><br/>Max was walking slowly to his house, looking at the strange tube he collected in the middle of the street. It seemed strange, yet it was nice enought to get his attenction. Maybe he would have used that tube for his hobby, turning it into something useful. Luckilly forth whole week his parents were out of the city, so he could have done whatever he wanted. His tall muscolar body, and his red hairs shined under the dying sun. When he arrived, it was already evening.<br/><br/>Without wasting time he ran for his room, sittin on his bed and opening the  strange tube. It was filled with a strange jelly-like substance. He touched it, and it felt..warm? Strange, the tube was rather cold, like metal is supposed to be, expecially in winter. He would have figured a way to clean the tube, still, he felt lazy enought to put it at his side while he took his favourite book, reading it. He would have never figured what would have followed