Gibson rushed home, excitement coursing through his veins. He couldn't wait to tell Janks about the amazing goggles he had made. As he burst into Janks's room, he was met with the sight of the young inventor hard at work on a new creation.

"Janks, you won't believe it!" Gibson exclaimed, pulling off the goggles and tossing them onto the table. "Your goggles are a game changer. They saved my life out there."

Janks looked up from his work, a wide smile spreading across his face. "I'm so glad to hear it," he said, his eyes lighting up with pride. "I knew they would come in handy."

Gibson nodded eagerly. "They're the best invention you've ever made," he said. "I can't even begin to tell you how much they helped me on the mission. Its like the monsters couldn't camouflage anymore, and we were able to escape with ease."

But as he spoke, Gibson's excitement began to fade. He had a grave piece of news to share with Janks, and he wasn't sure how the young inventor would take it.

"Janks, there's something I have to tell you," Gibson said, his voice heavy with worry. "The captain asked where I got the goggles. I didn't want to tell him the truth, but I couldn't lie to him. I told him you made them."

Janks's face fell, and Gibson could see the fear in his eyes. "What did he say?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"He didn't say anything," Gibson replied. "But I don't know what demands he might make now that he knows about you. I'm sorry, Janks. I didn't mean to put you in danger."

Janks looked down at his hands, his face grim. "It's okay, Gibson," he said. "I knew the risks when I made these goggles. I just hope the captain doesn't ask for too much in return."

Gibson nodded, feeling a sense of guilt wash over him. He had never meant to put Janks in danger, and he vowed to do everything in his power to protect Janks.

Janks began pacing back and forth, deep in thought. He had spent countless hours reading every book he could get his hands on, always searching for knowledge that would give him an advantage in any situation. And now, with the opportunity to repay Gibson for all that he had done for him, Janks was more determined than ever to make the most of this opportunity.

He knew that the captain would come to him, demanding that he make more of the goggles that had proven so valuable on the latest mission. Janks was ready for this, and he had a plan in place to negotiate the best deal possible. He would ask for resources, training, and a fair price for his work. And above all, he would make sure that he retained control over his own creations.

Janks was determined to make the most of this opportunity, and he was confident that he had the skills and knowledge to do so. He just hoped that it would be enough to secure a fair deal for himself and Gibson.

The day finally arrived when the captain and his entourage arrived at Gibson and Janks's house. They were greeted by the sound of heavy knocking on the door, and Gibson knew that this was it - the moment they had been preparing for.

He took a deep breath and opened the door, trying to appear as calm and collected as possible. The captain stood on the threshold, flanked by a dozen of his most trusted men.

"Janks," the captain said, his voice stern and cold. "I'm here to see you. I understand you have something that belongs to me."

Janks stepped forward, his face determined. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, Captain," he said, his voice surprisingly calm for someone so young. "I don't have anything that belongs to you."

The captain laughed, a cold, humorless sound. "Oh, I think you do," he said. "I'm talking about those goggles you made for Gibson. I understand they're quite impressive."

Janks shrugged nonchalantly. "I made a few pairs, but they're not anything special," he said. "Just a little project I was working on."

The captain's smile faded, and he fixed Janks with a hard stare. "Don't play games with me, boy," he said. "I know you're a blight and powerless, also don't forget where you are. This is a place where prisoners are thrown, we don't negotiate here."

Janks stood his ground, trying to remain calm despite the mounting pressure. He knew that he had the upper hand in this negotiation - after all, the pest were growing at an alarming rate and the captain needed his goggles to effectively deal with them.

"You see, Captain," Janks said coolly, "I know that time is of the essence here. Every moment we waste discussing terms is another moment that the pest are multiplying. I'm willing to make a deal, but I need to know what's in it for me."

The captain narrowed his eyes, clearly not used to being spoken to in such a manner by someone so young. But Janks was no ordinary kid - he had spent countless hours studying and learning everything he could about runes, and he knew how to negotiate like an adult.

"Fine," the captain growled. "What do you want in return for your goggles?"

"I want continuous resources for my projects and a workshop of my own," Janks replied confidently. "I also want to ensure that my friend Gibson is promoted for his excellent work in the field. These are my non-negotiable terms."

The captain looked taken aback by Janks's demands, but he knew that he was in a tough spot. He needed those goggles, and Janks was the only one who could provide them.

"Very well," the captain said grudgingly. "I agree to your terms. But you had better deliver on your end of the bargain, or you'll be sorry."

Janks nodded, satisfied with the deal they had struck. He knew that he had gotten the better end of the bargain, and he was confident that he could deliver on his promise to create more goggles.

As the captain and his group walked back towards the station, one of his men turned to him and asked, "Sir, why did you agree to his demands so easily? He's just a kid."

The captain chuckled at the question. "That kid has more brains in his head than any of us. He's already created something that has the potential to revolutionize the way we do our jobs. If we can build a good relationship with him, it will only benefit us in the future."

He continued walking, a thoughtful look on his face. "Besides, we're in a race against time. The pests are growing at an alarming rate, and we need all the help we can get. If Janks can help us eradicate them faster, then it's worth it to meet his demands."

As they reached the station, the captain turned to his men and said, "Make sure Janks gets everything he needs. I want those goggles mass-produced and distributed as soon as possible. And make sure he has a proper workshop to work in."

The men nodded, understanding the importance of the situation. They knew that they had to do everything in their power to win this fight against the pests, and having Janks on their side was a major advantage.