Three weeks have passed since MA has come to Krossfield to help Mandara, and things have definitely gotten easier.  Mandara is now commanding his troops more efficiently and has been getting Krossfield back on its feet faster.  Everything seemed to be going smoothly until one of his lieutenants came to him with bad news.

"Mandara, sir!"  He yelled as he burst into Mandara's office, causing the country to jump and look up from his papers.  The panicked tone in the man's voice told Mandara that something was very wrong.

Mandara stood up and asked, "What is it lieutenant, is something wrong?"

"Yes sir, we have just been informed that General Mandara Army has been captured by the soviets while he was on patrol!"  The lieutenant exclaimed.

Mandara felt his heart skip a beat and his blood freeze, he couldn't believe what he just heard, he didn't want to believe.  "L-Lieutenant, please tell me your joking." he pleaded as his eyes began to glow in fear. 

"No sir, I would never joke about something so extreme.  I have even sent out a search party to find him, sir."

"Alright then, I'll go look too," Mandara announced and almost knocked over the lieutenant as he rushed out the door.

"SIR WAIT!" The lieutenant shouted after him, when Mandara stopped and looked back at him he continued, "you can't go, what if the soviets capture you too, we would be completely helpless against the Red Army's invasion."

Mandara turned away.  He was right, with both the county and the militant entity out of the way, the U.S.S.R would have no trouble taking over, the Mandarians wouldn't stand a chance.  Mandara closed his eyes, 'but he's your brother' he thought 'you can't just leave him, he wouldn't leave you.'  He opened his eyes and turned his head to his lieutenant again.

"I'm sorry Lieutenant, but he's my brother, he would do the same for me," he said, and with that, he started running back down the hall.

The lieutenant didn't try to stop him this time, instead, he just stood there and allowed a smile to grace his lips.  "Poor Mandara" he mockingly said, "maybe if you were smarter, then you would know to not go looking for him."  And with a small chuckle, he turned on his heels and walked in the opposite direction.

Mandara was flying over the forest, scanning the terrain below.  He had been searching for almost an hour now and has not seen any trace of his brother or the soviets.  

"I should have asked him [the lieutenant] where he was captured," he said to himself.  Then Mandara suddenly stopped dead and hovered in place.  "Wait a minute, he said that he sent out a search party but I haven't seen them anywhere.  Something is not right, maybe I should go back."  But before he could decide, he suddenly felt a small vibration in his right-wing that pulled him out of his thoughts.

"THUNDER!"  He shouted, flying off in that direction.  

When Mandara got to the place where he thought that MA was, all he saw was an empty clearing in the forest.  'This doesn't make sense, he should be here' he thought, the vibrating in his wings was strongest here, so he knew he was in the right place. 

He decided to fly lower for a closer look, but when he was about halfway to the ground he heard a loud crack.  The country didn't even have time to see where the sound came from because he was instantly enveloped in a large, heavy net that tightened around his wings and dragged him towards the ground.  Mandara flailed around to try to free himself, but the more he struggled, the tighter the net became, so as the forest floor drew near he closed his eyes and braced himself for impact.  When he hit, he landed flat on his back and hit his head hard, shock waves of pain flew through his entire body and knocked the air right out of him.

As he lay on the ground trying to catch his breath, he could hear voices shouting and coming closer.  Mandara opened his eyes and slowly rolled onto his side, he saw blurry figures running towards him.  He knew who they were but he was too dizzy to move, so he just closed his eyes again and lay still. 

Suddenly, he felt the vibrating return to his wings.  His eyes shot open and this time he was surrounded by soviets cutting the net that surrounded him, but he focused on a particular one in the background looking at him.  Mandara knew it was a country by the flag on their face, the flag was almost an exact replica of the U.S.S.R flag except it had a sky blue stripe running parallel to the bottom of it.  This country had to be one of Ussr's children, but Mandara didn't know which one since he had fifteen of them.  His eyes landed on the golden wings sprouting from the country's back and the tingling sensation grew stronger in his own.

'Of course, they must have used them as bait, knowing I would follow the feeling in my wings' Mandara thought 'but how could they have known I would be out here?'  Before Mandara could figure that out, he was grabbed and pulled up to his feet.  He desperately tried to escape the soviets' clutches but because he was still hurting from the fall, he couldn't get free from them.  The Mandarian wasn't going down without a fight however and as he struggled he managed to grab his gun from its holster and shot a soldier in the stomach. 

The sudden shot startled the communists long enough for him to wrestle himself free and start running.  Gunshots immediately rang out behind him as he ran, and before he had a chance to take off, he felt a searing pain in his left leg and fell onto one knee.  'Bastards' was all he could think before he felt someone kick him to the ground and force his gun away from him.  As he struggled from underneath the person he saw a flash of gold in his peripheral vision and a golden feather fall next to his head.

The last thing Mandara heard was a voice say, "I'm so sorry about this," before he felt something hit him in the back of the head, knocking him out cold.