In the 1930s, a German physicist discovered that it was physically impossible for a bumblebee to fly. The bumblebee is too fat for the surface area of its wings. According to the laws of aerodynamics, it should not be able to fly. But the bumblebee doesn''t know this and simply flies anyway.


    It was a similar story on the GW map when the government building owned by the 652 went into combat status. Everyone on the map understood that you can''t win against the 652. But one member of the 656 didn''t know this and simply captured the building anyway.


    And immediately, a frenzy broke out in both cities.


    Mink called his troops together, cursing. Nothing but trouble! Again he had to transfer several T4 accounts from RxW to RxD, again he himself was forced to change clans, and then march to a front that should actually be much easier! Why were these ignorant fellow 656 players behaving like bumblebees? And the worst thing was - they also had fun doing it!


    Kodaxx proved his usefulness by turning Genny and Ghost into Kingpins. After all. But they weren''t at all bothered by this, and so the fight swung back and forth.


    Thunder Boo had also rejoined the fighters and tried his luck. The first blow he had to take was enough for him, however, and from then on he only attacked towers. At least they weren''t quite as unfair as the evil 656 players who kept making his T4s disappear! Somehow they seemed to have something against him personally. But what was it?


    A disguise was needed so that they could no longer identify him immediately. Thunder Boo thought hard. Then suddenly he had a great idea. The boss had renamed himself! He could do just that. A new name was the solution. Giggling, he renamed himself from ''Thunder Boo'' to ''Boo Thunder''. Brilliant! Now nobody would recognise him.


    Genny had scheduled the last raid for a time that was the middle of the night for half the world. The members groaned. Some signed up for the next day shift and went to bed. Some decided to just pull an all-nighter. And some set their alarm clocks. After all, honour and their city were at stake here. That sometimes required sacrifices.


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    The alarm clocks rang reliably in the middle of the night. And jumping out of bed with everyone else was the beautiful Impel, for she too had set her alarm clock. Genny and Captain Zaxpool''s eyes almost popped out of their heads when Impel joined the fighting troops, her hair flowing, her robe billowing and her sword in her hand.


    ''Impel! What are you doing here? Be careful with that sword!''


    ''I''m efficient!'' Impel declared, twirling the sword through the air, which she did not even do badly. ''I''ve decided that I''m in tonight!''


    Genny and Captain Zaxpool exchanged a quick glance.


    ''Don''t think I didn''t see that,'' Impel protested, ''but that''s over. I''m not accidentally decapitating anyone here anymore. I''ve been practising. And I can fill a raid. Let''s go out and kick their arse!''


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    The 652 was drenched in sweat and whimpering for sleep. Yes, they had got this damn building in the end. But with what effort! And for two hours those lunatics had fought for it and kept everyone awake! Two hours!


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    They really were bumblebees who weren''t prepared to abide by any laws of nature.


    They should be killed, all together.


    They shuffled angrily to bed on the 652.


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    Sunday morning on the 656 started early.


    Lady Evelyne hadn''t had her coffee yet, but had already tied on her apron to make it when she reported to the office to start work. ''The early shift from Central Europe has started,'' she greeted Pieston, who was sitting at his desk going through last night''s reports. ''Who''s on the shift with me?''


    ''Me and Ace today. And you missed the best part last night. Two hours of fighting for the government building! And our Impel in the middle of it! She even set her alarm clock to join the fight!''


    Lady Evelyne smiled. Impel was really outdoing herself. The beautiful medieval angel with the sword in her hand was going to be devilishly good if this continued.


    She grabbed the binoculars, looked out onto the battlefield, and spotted something disturbing. Impel hadn''t teleported back to the hive after the battle for some reason. She was still standing next to the government building, in safe clan territory but still in close proximity to the enemy. And she didn''t have a bubble.


    ''What''s going on?'' muttered Lady Evelyne, ''look - did you see that?''


    Pieston looked thoughtful. ''Genny texted her to teleport back or take a bubble, but there was no reply. The last thing Impel said was that she had to sleep now because tomorrow was Sunday and she had to lead children''s church...''


    ''Damn it!'' cursed Lady Evelyne, ''she''s asleep and she''s not protected! This is going to end badly, I can feel it. Four of those blokes are sitting right next to her!''


    And as if she had predicted it, the next moment one of the 652 players set fire to the tower protecting the clan area around Impel.


    Impel! Sweet, helpful Impel was in grave danger!


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    Lady Evelyne ran. She hadn''t taken the time to change her clothes or even put the coffee on. As she ran out, she had shouted to the secretary in charge at the town hall that she needed the police badge, and off she went: running through the desert, the police badge pinned to her kitchen apron, a cake bowl under her arm. When she arrived at Impel, she rammed the cake bowl onto the sleeping girl''s head, then tenderly stroked a few strands of hair out of her face, threw a dirty look at the four guys behind the fence who hadn''t noticed her, and then hurried back. Now! At last! Coffee! Breakfast!


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    ''Hurry up, sister,'' Ace urged, ''we have to raid the tower. Don''t worry, they''ll run like rabbits. The ones online right now aren''t strong fighters. I know the type.''


    ''I haven''t even had coffee yet,'' moaned Lady Evelyne, ''it''s Sunday morning at a time when no one is awake but us. No breakfast! And not even lipstick on yet! I look dreadful!''


    ''Never mind sis, it has to be quick now. You''re doing the raid lead.''


    ''Why me again?''


    ''Because you have the biggest account of anyone online. And if you''re not quick enough, they''ll be gone anyway. They''re running, I promise you. 800k T3 in the tower, but don''t think we''re going to kill anything there.''


    Lady Evelyne rounded up two more people for the raid, the squad got ready to teleport, and then - Ace was the first to teleport next to the burning clan tower.


    And that was enough. In a mad rush, the four defenders pulled their troops out of the tower and ran.


    ''Hey!'' shouted Lady Evelyne desperately, waving her arms wildly, ''come back! You can''t do that! We were just going to raid you!''


    ''We won''t fight you! Not on principle! Not if none of our T4 accounts are there to back us up!''


    ''Damn it!'' the lady cursed under her breath.


    Ace giggled. ''I told you so, sis. You weren''t quick enough!''


    Lady Evelyne sighed deeply. To add to her misery, now a scolding from Ace, as usual.


    ''Well then. I say we rebuild the tower. There''s nothing else we can do now anyway.''


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    At the very top of the tower of the 652''s clan castle, someone put down the telephoto lens. Normally he was a sniper and knew how to hit. Today, however, he had shot something else. A photo, or rather a whole series of photos.


    He smiled. It was time to finally counter the worst war propaganda of all time.