A white blood cell and a macrophage cell already have an unlikely friendship. But then they get "the call" -- Adam in Darwin
"Listen, Neocyte... we don't have the time for you to mature and be ready to fight. Take a back seat. This is literally my job."
"This is an all-hands battle, Blob," argued Whyte. "I have to be on the front. My graduation is mere milliseconds away! I can do this!"
The call came from the Internal Army. "Bacteria at five o'clock!"
Too late. The time was now.