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(Author's Note)

=Character thought=

-Computer/onscreen text-

"Human Speech"

'Telepathy between characters'

{Pokemon Speech}

Example: "Ni nine tai tails ninetails ine?" is what a human would hear.

{What do you mean you can't understand me?} is what other Pokemon, and certain humans would hear.

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// // = Major Time/Scene Change

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Chapter 17:

A slow, steady, wind blew through the street, stirring a stray newspaper. As it blew by, the eyes of a lone figure standing at the end of the alley followed the movement for a moment. The dark street was quiet, even for the time of night that it was.

Jayden narrowed his eyes as he studied the street from his position at the end of the alley, head moving slightly. His eyes were glowing with a blue light, and his vision was such that he could see the auras of the street. The building around him were filled with bright hued beings, indicating their occupancy.

Zada's apartment building was not filled with these hues.

With the sole exception of a man at the desk, and the figures in Zada's apartment, there was no one else in her building. Jayden's eyes narrowed again, and he quickly ducked back into the alley as a car drove by, the falling snow swirling lazily in its wake.

Jayden sighed deeply, peeking out again. Silently cursing to himself, he slipped his satchel off, setting it on the ground. Looking around for a moment, he nudged himself deeper into the alley, pulling out the pieces of the P90, and snapping them together. As he gave it a final knock after clicking the last piece together, he charged the weapon, loading a round into the chamber.

Undoing his coat with one hand, he slipped the strap that was attached to the P90 around his neck, tucking the weapon under his his coat, and behind him. Standing up straight, he sighed again, breathing out through his nose. Then, he rounded the corner of the alley, heading straight for Zada's apartment complex.

He kept his power going the whole time, right up as he stepped up to the door. Glancing up, he saw a blue form that had been standing at the window step back, shoving another one towards where the intercom was.

Jayden's eye twitched, and he quickly jammed the button, a faint buzz sounding. A few moments later, another buzz sounded as Zada answered. "That you Jay?" She asked, almost tentatively.

"Yeah, it's me," Jayden said, eyes glancing over to the person at the desk. "Want to buzz me in?"

"Yeah, yeah," Zada mumbled back, the sound of the lock releasing sounding out as she did unlock the door. "Just head on up. Straight up, if you could," right as she said that, the sound of the com being shut off.

Shoving the door open a bit more forcefully then he had meant, Jayden stepped into the apartment. He saw the man at the counter reach under the desk, obviously not knowing that Jayden could see him. With a glare at the man, Jayden stepped over to him.

The quiet rage in Jayden's gait made the man cower a touch. setting his hands on the countertop, Jayden leaned forward, his coat still closed. "A bit nervous tonight?" He asked, almost smirking.

"N-no," the man coughed out quickly, bringing both hands back up and folding them in front of him. "Why would you say that?" He asked, quickly trying to compose himself.

"Because," Jayden leaned in even closer, "you've a pistol strapped under the desk there."

The man's eyes went wide and he went to grab his pistol. Jayden simply grabbed the back of the man's head, slamming him into the counter, cracking the wood. Still holding him by the back of the head, Jayden brought the man's face back up.

"Who are you working for?" He asked coldly.

The man moaned weakly, nose throbbing as it bleed, covering his face. Jayden quickly twisted his hand, bunching it tightly, making the man moan out in pain. "Do I have to ask again?"

"N-no!" The man quickly stammered. "I'm just some guy they picked up! Gave me a thousand bucks and a pistol. Said all I have to do is watch the door, and anyone come in heavy, pop a couple in them!" He stuttered again trying to explain himself. "Hell, she said that no one was gonna be a problem!"

"'She'?" Jayden said, eyes narrowing again. "Tall, dark hair?"

"No, no," the man said quickly, recoiling from the sudden anger in Jayden's eyes. "Tall, yeah, hot too, but she was a blonde. We-well, more of a brunette. Ya-ya know, almost like a cross!"

"Burnt-blonde?" Jayden supplied.

"Yeah! That's a good way to describe her!"

Jayden then asked, looking pointedly at the stairway. "Is she still up there?"

"No, no," the man quickly said, swallowing audibly. "She left three men up there though, said they were gonna hold somebody up there!"

"You wouldn't have happened to hear who they are, would you?"

"Nah man! I would tell you if I knew!" The thug said, trying to wrench out of Jayden's grasp. "Now let me go man! I swear I didn't see nothing!"

Jayden simply narrowed his eyes and brought his other hand forward, slamming the man in the chest. The thug jerked for a moment, gasping for breath before he went limp in Jayden's hold. "When you wake up, and the police don't have you, you can get outa here."

As the man slumped down, Jayden leaned over the counter again, grabbing the pistol. With a sniff, he took ahold of it, bringing it back up around as he stood back up.

Standing in front of the desk, he looked down at the pistol in his hand. Turning it over, he took a look at the grip, feeling an inscription rubbing against his palm. The inscription was an Arbok's head, its hood flared out and mouth open wide in a hiss. Narrowing his eyes again, Jayden scoffed as he delicately used his thumb to pass over the image.

"Fangs that are extended," he muttered, feeling the inscription's fangs again. Carefully pulling the trigger, he smirked when the fangs suddenly shot out. They would have pierced the palm of whoever was pulling the trigger, and Jayden brought the pistol up to his nose, smelling it quickly. "Impressive," he muttered again as he saw a shimmer of liquid drip off. "No smell, probably painless, definitely fast-acting."

He nodded again as he looked at the pistol. "Someone did not want this gun to be used," he said aloud to the small, dingy forum. Smirking, he slipped the gun into a pocket, a plan for using it forming quickly in his mind.

Turning on his heel, he headed straight for the stairway. Looking up the flights of stairs, he saw a single figure step back, right at the sixth floor doorway. Jayden's eyes narrowed again, and he started his way up the stairs, ever so carefully.

He made it up each flight without problem, until he reached the sixth floor. Looking with his powers, he could see two figures waiting down the hall. Closing his eyes, but not losing their locations, Jayden pushed the door open, stepping into the slightly dilapidated hallway.

Jayden then let his powers fade as he stepped down the hall, so he could eye the two men. One was leaning against a door, head down so that his chin was touching his chest, his arms crossed in front of him. The first thing Jayden noticed about him was his forest-green hair; hair that did not look dyed at all.

Shifting his gaze to the second man, who was standing in the middle of the hall, Jayden felt his muscles tense. This second man had blood-red hair, and in his mouth a cigarette that he was lighting; lighting without a lighter.

As Jayden continued to step down the hall, the red-haired man stepped forward, blocking his path. With a deep breath on his cigarette, he grinned at Jayden. "Well, I'll be," he started, looking back at his partner. "Looks like Kayla was right again, Sylva; he really did come when his girl was threatened."

The other man, Sylva, said nothing, but sighed deeply. With his arms still crossed, head still down, he spoke up. "It's a good thing that our lady considers you to be of value, Lustro."

"And why is that?" The red-head said, bitting each word off. "Because you would do something to me?" He had now rounded on the other, who was still leaning against the wall. "I asked you a qu-"

"I heard you perfectly well," Sylva said, cutting the other off. "It's just that I, unlike some, have a modicum of self control. Now," he arched his back ever so slightly, so that he was standing up. "Mister, Jayden, was it?" He asked as if to confirm, looking at said person.

Not knowing what else to do, Jayden nodded an affirmation. "Excellent," Sylva said, turning deftly on his heel and walking to apartment twenty-four. "Our second-in-command would like to speak with you," he was saying casually as the three of them walked to the door. "He has an offer straight from our leader herself. I would strongly suggest that you listen to what he has to say, but I have a feeling that you have already decided what to do."

Jayden, meanwhile, had stepped off to the side, following behind Sylva. His eyes were not on the one in front, but the man next to him, =Lustro, that guy called him.= Jayden was thinking to himself.

When Sylva suddenly rounded on him, they standing outside of Zada's room, his hand paused on the handle. "Contrary to what you might have been told, we are not your enemies. In fact, we have a common goal right now."

"Really? And what would that be?" Jayden asked coldly.

The green-haired man simply smiled gracefully, opening the door. "Glaciem," Sylva said with a small bow, "Jayden, as requested."

Jayden's eyes narrowed, as he stepped past the other man, who walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Jayden jumped a touch when he heard the door latch catch, but he quickly brought his gaze back to the two figures in front of him.

"Zada," he muttered under his breath when he saw her, all her illusions shattered, chained to the chair. A thin silver collar ran around her neck, and Jayden could see, even from his distance, the battery that it was attached to. Not to mention the fact that the man next to her had a controller in his hand.

Bringing his gaze up, Jayden studied this third person. He was an older looking man, signs of aging starting to show in his face. Crowning his head was a short cut, ice-blue hair, a thin beard of hair the same color framing his face. It was his eyes though, that took Jayden aback for a moment. Cold, piercing blue eyes, hidden slightly behind a set of glasses.

The first thing the man did was hold up his controller. "I do not need to explain what this barbaric tool is, I believe," he said, voice as cold as his eyes. "An insurance policy, in case you decided to use violence against us before I had a chance to explain my offer to you." Taking another breath, the man tilted the controller to the side. "Once I finish my offer, you will have a five minute down time. During that time, my colleagues and I will leave, leaving you to decide on whether or not to accept. After five minutes and five minutes only, the shocking effect of the collar will turn on, causing excruciating pain to shoot through Miss Blackfur here."

He smiled, patting the Zoroark's shoulder with his free hand. "If you pursue us, she will most likely die. So, now that you have that in mind," he said with another smile, stepping back and leaning against the countertop. "Do you wish to hear my proposal?"

"Don't leave me with much choice, do you?" Jayden growled, stepping forward.

"Ah-ah-ah," Glaciem stopped Jayden, holding up the controller, thumb hovering over the button. "I know that you are a master of hand to hand combat. I also know that you have a pistol on your person, which is why you will keep your hands folded in front of you the whole time we are speaking."

Jayden's eyes narrowed, but he complied, driven by his desire to protect Zada. "What are you offering?" He asked sharply.

"Now we are getting somewhere," Glaciem said with a smile. "My offer is a simple one. We have a common enemy, you and the," he paused for a moment, thinking, "organization I work for," he took another breath before continuing. "I know that you have heard of both Greyson and the Half-Bloods by now, yes?" When Jayden nodded, the other man smiled, "I had thought so. You see, a war is brewing between us, and you have, unfortunately, been caught in the crossfire."

That made Jayden's eyes narrow, as he leaned forward. "What?"

"You seem to be, confused," Glaciem said, rolling his head slightly. "A perfectly understandable reaction, considering what has happened to you," he went on. "Greyson, as you should know, is the head of a privately funded, para-military, 'security' organization. We both know what that really means: he hires out private militaries whenever a government force would not be applicable."

Taking another deep breath, Glaciem continued speaking. "We are his... counterparts.. no, no, more like rivals." The man said. "We are a precise tool, although our standards are much, much higher for both our members and those that we higher ourselves out to." He chuckled wryly suddenly, "it seems that makes us, 'activists that must be eliminated for the higher good.' That's what his official report to Senator Rossi said at any rate."

Jayden's eyes widened, even as his voice remained level. "You killed Rossi..."

"No, no, no, my boy," Glaciem interrupted. "Yes, Senator Rossi was killed, but he was one of our last supporters within the United Sates government. We would have no reason to have wanted him dead. In fact," Glaciem pushed himself so he was no longer leaning agains the countertop, "his death forced our hand. We recently discovered that Greyson had information that one of our best Half-Blood agents was in New York City, a Lucario half-blood," he said, gesturing at Jayden.

"Me?" He said, arms uncrossing.

"You were mistaken for him. Indeed," Glaciem hung his head, sighing, "our man was in New York City at the time of your arrival, and he was traveling with a female Lucario." Glaciem shook his head again, "he even arrived at the same time, albeit a different flight. So whoever it was that shot you, it was really no fault of their own. You just had horrible luck." He said looking back up at Jayden. "But now," he paused, "now we are rectifying our mistake. Two of our men are headed to the last know location that your Lucario, Aura I believe her name was, and shall reacquire her from Greyson's men."

Moving over to the table, Glaciem sat down, sighing as he did so. "My bones are not as strong as they once were," he said in way of an explanation. He then leaned his head back, sighing again.

"So what is your proposal?" Jayden asked.

"Ah, yes," Glaciem said, sitting up straight again. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a file. "In return we ask that you forget about us."

"That's not much for you to want in return," Jayden said levelly, picking up the folder. "I expected something more along the lines of-"

"Of us having you eliminate someone?" Glaciem interrupted with a scoff. "No, if we wished someone eliminated, we would do it in house. We would not trust an outsider, even one as," he gestured to Jayden, "qualified as yourself."

Jayden then brought his gaze to Zada, and nodded towards her. "If all you wanted to do was talk, why did you bring her into this."

Glaciem looked at her, jaw setting firmly as he failed to answer for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it again. He swung his gaze back around to Jayden, leaning back in his chair as he did so. "We did not plan this one out as throughly as we usually do, it seems." Sitting up, he rested his elbows on the tabletop, hands clasping around the controller. "Normally, we come in, get our business done, and leave. Then again, we have never had to work with an operative before, usually businessmen and the like. Although," he sighed, leaned back again, right hand with the controller still resting on the table, "even a fool could see that we messed up here."

"To answer your question," Glaciem went on before Jayden could speak. "We needed to see how you would react. Now, if only Carter could have been this understanding," his eyes suddenly went wide as he realized what he had just said. "oh no," was all he got out before Jayden was on him.

Grabbing Glaciem by the front of his coat, Jayden lifted him up. "What do you mean?" He said darkly, even as the controller bounced away. Glaciem's hands came up to cover Jayden's, futilely trying to pry them away. "Answer me!"

"We had a man go in when we found out that one of Greyson's own had betrayed them. Some guy called the Irishman, the same one what shot you," Glaciem got out, even as his grip on Jayden's wrists became tighter. "Our man is now dead, along with Carter, and close to two dozen others that went in. Something about a grenade," he said.

Jayden stared at the man, glaring at him, daring him to make a move. "Cabin, upstate, middle of nowhere," He suddenly asked.

"What?" Glaciem said in response, confused.

Jayden then slammed him into a wall, leaning in close. "Carter's place," he growled in Glaciem's ear.

"Yes, it is upstate," Glaciem gasped out as he got his breath back. "What do you mean to do?" He asked, now concerned for his men.

Jayden's eyes narrowed, and he went to headbutt the man, knock him out, when he felt a sudden cold shoot throughout his arm. Shouting, Jayden jumped back, looking down at his wrists in shock. Thin icicles hung off the cuff of his jacket, and a trail of ice-cold air led back to Glaciem's hands. "That was a bad move, boy. There are three of us, and one of you. And unlike your normal foes, we are just like you- what are you doing?" He asked, stopping in mid-speech, as Jayden picked up the controller.

Looking back at Glaciem, Jayden grinned. "Evening the odds," he said, pressing a button on the back. Right as that happened, the locks holding Zada down were released.

"Oh, no," Glaciem said again, throwing up a hand to deflect an incoming punch from Jayden. "Sylva! Lustro! I need he-argh!" He shouted as a punch came under, landing squarely against his side.

"Zada!" Jayden shouted as he put Glaciem into a chokehold, "cast an illusion!"

"They'll shatter it immediately!" She responded, her claws glowing red as power flowed to them. "I only need to hold them for a moment anyways," she finished with a wink at Jayden.

Right as she said that, the door burst of its hinges in a fiery explosion, forcing her to jump to the side to avoid it as the door flew by. "A little more subtle next time, alright Lustro?" Sylva said as he stepped through. This time though, when Jayden glanced up at him, a green blade in either hand graced his small form. "Miss Blackfur, Mister Jayden," he said calmly, looking at each in turn. "I can assume that things did not go well then. Oh well," he sighed, "I was hoping not to make a mess this time."

"Yeah, well I was!!" Lustro shouted, barreling past his ally, one arm cocked back and covered in flames. "Take this!" He shouted again as he charged Zada.

Smirking, the Zoroark leaned to the side, holding out a foot to trip the man as he charged. Lustro shouted as he fell, face-first, into the countertop, slumping down as he held a hand to his nose in pain. Spinning around, her long braid flying out slightly, she grinned at Sylva.

He looked on impassively, holding out his right blade to her. "Unlike my colleague there, I do not blindly rush into things." Snapping the blade to his side, he switched his grip on the left to a back handed style, tucking it under his arm. "And I can see quite clearly that you are a formidable force, ma'am."

Zada chuckled, holding out her arms as more power flooded to her claws, making them glow even more. "Flattery will get you nowhere."

"Perhaps," Sylva said, still standing in the doorway. "But I just wished to let you know that you are going to be one of my most challenging foes in a long time. And that, my dear crafter of illusions, is saying something."

The whole time they had been talking, Jayden had been keeping his death grip on Glaciem, until he no longer was moving. Now though, he stood up, undoing his jacket and reaching in to grab his pistol. Zada saw this, and shook her head, still grinning at her foe. "Not yet," was all she said. Jayden couldn't understand why, but he did not level the pistol at Sylva, even though he kept it in his grasp.

"Thank you, ma'am," Sylva said, folding an arm by his waist as he bowed. "I had wanted to cross blades with you before we bid each other, adieu."

"I just didn't want him to have all the fun," she said, leaning forward and charging, arms held out behind her.

Sylva grinned as he stood straight again, right blade flicking out to the side. Ever closer the Zoroark came, until she brought her left claw under, towards Sylva's gut. With a single step back, he swung his left blade around, catching her arm with the flat of the large leaf, and he twisted around. With that move, he brought Zada's arm around with him, opening her for him to try and slam his other blade home.

The Zoroark just grinned though, quickly snapping her other hand around to knock his second blade away. Still following through, she tried snapping her braid around, to throw Sylva off balance.

The forest-haired man just ducked under the braid, taking a single, twirling, step back. As he came back around, he smiled again. "Very good, madam," he said, his left blade falling down to a proper grip in his hand. "It will indeed take more than three steps to defeat you."

"You're damned confident," Zada remarked, claws still glowing with power. "I don't see a reason for you to be."

"Ah, I would not think you would," Sylva said sadly. "Because, in four moves, you shall be at the mercy of my blade," he continued, almost bouncing into the hallway. "So come, prove me wrong like you desire to."

Zada snarled at that, roaring her battle-cry as she charged, swinging first one clawed hand, then the other at him. With a delicate parry of his one blade, he blocked her attacks away, stepping back three paces. On the last, he braced his foot, bringing his blade around in a wide swipe, forcing Zada to jump back to avoid being cut.

Without so much as an increase in his breathing, Sylva straightened his blade. "You have three moves left, madam." He said in a calm and collected manner, twitching the tip of his blade so that it was pointing at the Zoroark. "Now it is my turn," he said with a slight turn of his head before stepping forward, blade leading.

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Another bump in the road, and the passengers of the black-panel van were shaken around again. One moaned, while most slept, perhaps not soundly but they did sleep, despite everything that had happened.

One of those sleeping was Kasha the Gardevoir, escaping the pain in her heart by taking refuge in the comforts of dreams.

For the most part however, the Pokemon had been recalled. Mightyena and Houndoom were both sleeping in their balls, as was Scyther. Rain and most of the humans were in the other van, except for Jack and Kris, who were watching the Pokemon they had taken. In the van with them: a Grovyle, Liam, Violet the Weavile, and Umbreon.

Aura was in the van as well, legs crossed under her, arms tied in front of her. She had tried sleeping, but couldn't. Instead, she took to watching the others, and how they interacted. Passing her gaze over the Grovyle and Weavile, she could tell the Weavile was infatuated with the grass type. She huffed to herself, knowing why. He had a kind heart.

Moving her gaze around, she saw Umbreon laying on the floor of the van. As soon as her gaze landed on him though, he lifted his head to look at her. He blinked his red eyes twice before nodding slightly at her, resting his head down on his paws again. Closing his eyes, he curled his head around, turning himself into a small ball.

Aura's own eyes dropped slightly from lack of sleep, but she quickly shook it off. She was determined to remain awake and alert the whole time she was in the hands of these mercenaries. But when she brought her gaze over the humans, she knew that she was safe. Both of them were sleeping soundly, having been lulled into slumber by the rocking of the van, more than likely.

So, she rested her head back, crimson eyes closing. With a last deep breath, she started meditating, as close to actual sleep she was willing to go.

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Not even fifty meters behind where Aura's van was, a second black-panel van rumbled down the road, hitting the same pothole. Inside, the occupants were all sleeping, save for one.

Craddok's nose twitched slightly, his body barely moving as the van jerked slightly. Instead, he pulled out a cigarette box, taking ahold of one with his teeth. Pulling out, he brought up a lighter, and started puffing away, breathing long streams of smoke into the back of the van. Holding it between his thumb and forefinger, he watched the Irishman.

Taking the cigarette between his teeth again, he leaned back, puffing away. Another bump came along, and the Irishman swayed slightly, but did not seem to wake.

Craddok knew though.

He knew that the Irishman was, at that very moment, planning his escape.

He knew, because he could see the micro-movements of the Irishman's arms as he worked his bindings, timing them with the bumps in the road.

Craddok grinned though. He had always loved it when his marks played this game with him. So, he would let him loosen himself. Let the Irishman taste freedom. Then snatch it all away.

Grinning to himself, Craddok rested his head against the wall of the van, taking another deep drag of his cigarette.

// //

A lone car pulled up into a parking area, where a large RV was sitting. All of the blinds were drawn on the RV, but light still shone through them.

Inside the car, two men were watching the RV. One, with a pair of sunglasses on, turned to his partner. "You ready Ignis?" He asked, yawning slightly as he finished.

The red-head looked over at his partner, killing the engine as he did so. "Of course I am, Ghost. I'm waiting on you," he said with a small chuckle.

"Then let's get going," Ghost said as he opened the door, and stepped out into the cold air. He shivered briefly as a sudden gust of cold air snuck down the neck of his leather jacket, but he quickly shook it off.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw Ignis stretching his neck. Ghost huffed softly before turning his attention to the RV again. Sighing deeply, he started walking towards it, his partner a step behind him.

As soon as they reached the door of the RV though, it opened, making Ghost tense up. He relaxed when he saw a Kirlia standing in the doorway, bowing slightly. 'We were starting to get worried,' she said, using her telepathic powers.

Ghost nodded, glancing over at Ignis. "We were slightly delayed. Nothing that need be worried about," he said smiling.

Kirlia smiled at that, stepping to the side. 'Please, come in, make yourselves at home.'

Glancing at Ignis again, Ghost followed her after a moment, stepping up into the RV. Inside, he glanced around before his gaze came to rest on a Middle-Easterner. "Merci, Kirlia," he said with a smile towards the small Pokemon.

Doing a small curtsy, the psychic Pokemon lightly leaped up onto the counter, crossing her legs as she listened.

Bringing his gaze to his two guests, Abdul stood up, holding out a hand. "Thank you for, eh, coming on such short notece," he said, his French accent coming through.

"It was no problem at all, Abdul," Ghost said, taking the offered hand. "I understand that Aura has been retrieved then?"

"Uhm, coffee?" Abdul responded, not answering the question. "I already have some made," he said, walking over to the counter and picking up the pot. Looking over his shoulder, he saw both Ignis and Ghost shake their heads, and he sighed. "Alright then," was all he said as he poured himself a cup.

As Abdul took a sip from his coffee, Ghost spoke up. "You didn't answer me. You called us, because Aura had been retrieved, yes?"

Abdul sighed deeply, setting his coffee mug on the counter. "Yes." Was his reply, short and almost bitten off.

"Do you know when they'll be back?" Ghost offered, trying to get more information out of the man.

Glancing up at the clock on the wall, Abdul clicked his tongue a few times before he answered. "Baring delays, thirty minutes."

Ghost glanced over at Ignis, who had sat down at the table. "Do you happen to know the road that they are taking?"

"Uh, yeah, back road, take a left once you get out of here, and just follow it," he sniffed, picking up his mug again. "It's the only road around here, really." He suddenly stopped, his mug just touching his lips. "What are you planning?"

Ghost though was already headed to the door, Ignis a step behind him. "Where are you two going?" Abdul called after them.

Ghost ignored him though, looking at Ignis as he opened his door. "How long, you think?"

"Ten, tops, to meet up with them." Ignis replied, starting up his car again. "We pulling a poor-man's-roadblock?"

Ghost grinned, and nodded. "Tuck-and-roll, Ignis. Tuck and roll."

As they drove off, Abdul watched them, standing in the ankle deep snow. A soft crunch of snow brought his attention down to Kirlia, who was standing next to him now. 'Did we make a mistake, Master?' She asked, looking up.

Abdul could only shake his head, closing his eyes. "I don't know, Kirlia," he opened his eyes again, sighing deeply. "I don't know."

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Ohho, plot! Lots of plot, and another clifhanger. As I said, it's a bit shorter than the last one, but this one was meant to be more of a... developmental chapter, in terms of the plot and such.

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