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Zaphod knew what was going on nearing the hideout, because the war area was extremely obvious, especially with the flying jetpacks, and the fire, and everything. He could notice from where he was at that the war area was 10 times bigger than before.

But he didn’t exactly get off scotch-free.

Making sure no Frackers spotted him, he ran out of the brush. He searched diligently for an entrance, but found the only entrance was guarded by a couple Frackers. As soon as they spotted Zaphod, they opened fire and Zaphod layed out, shooting. He managed to take out the Frackers, but immediately cloaked, because what looked to be a Frack of 6 with insanely buff guys came out to join in. Zaphod simply threw a smoke grenade in the entrance and went on through. From the back he shot a few rounds and bolted down the nearest hallway before uncloaking. 

Going up and down stairs, in and out rooms, Zaphod found nothing. Not even people. But it had to be an important building, because it was guarded by an entire Frack. 

Finally, he came across a technological room, where Zaphod immediately saw a large screen with the words ALARM ACTIVATED printed on it. He ran into the room, typed in a few keys to try to disable the alarm, and it said ACCESS DENIED. Zaphod got annoyed and just shot the machine a few times, few being at least 20. The alarm stopped. Then, Zaphod heard a noise behind him, and he immediately turned around to find a man loaded to the teeth. He appeared to be the Frackernation Leader.

“What do you want with me, Cpt. Zaphod B.?” the man said.

“Well, I… How did you know my name?”

“I knew it was you as soon as the alarm sounded.”

“But how…?”

“I recognize your fighting style… Gregory Mellington.”

Zaphod got wide-eyed. “H-How…?”

“You were all over the news, as the only man to survive defecting from the Glackfernation. Since you first appeared on the news, I sent intelligence to keep a record on you. When you left the Glackfernation, you were heavily injured, but you changed your name before getting an operation. Intelligence failed to get your new name, but managed to track how long you were in the hospital for. A year, then you got plastic surgery. We lost your record from that point on.

“But we searched for you. We didn’t want you to start another much more powerful Glack. But you fit in to civilization very well. After a couple years, we gave up our search. We assumed you didn’t make it through the operation, but there was still rumor of your existence. Those rumors were confirmed when you did return, unfortunately we weren’t prepared. Immediately after your victory over the Military itself, we began our search again, which unfortunately involved many skirmishes between several other Glacks. But we failed again, as you are here. I can’t try to finish you, as you are more skilled than me and I will no doubt lose.