I've been writing these things out like crazy lately! Maybe it's just all of the stories I had remembered from the past come back to haunt me? I don't know, I just know I got another one out and I hope to finish it.

Chapter 1—

Brandon Gates, also known as Burn to his closest friends, sat brooding in his office.

Who knew I would eventually end up in a monkey suit? he thought to himself as he spun around in his chair and looked out the expansive window into Celestial City, a close neighbor of his home town Progress City. Couldn't have been ten years already, could it?

Ten years to the day actually, that was what had gotten him thinking. Back to the good old days when he was a courier for Dojo Deliveries, when he had been the happiest. When Ol'skool disappeared with Bedlam, and the machine with them, Dojo had been assigned to help deliver various things across the rampaged city. They had spent an exhaustive three months going all over town trying to help people. Unfortunately, after that, they had to go their separate ways. They couldn't keep the team running by themselves, plus their parents wouldn't have it either. They had to go back to their original lives.

Sarah was back with her parents—with Bedlam gone, they had nothing to fear anymore so they could be a family again—Fizz went with her family as well. Loogie had an uncle that he stayed with and Burn lived with his father, his mother having been deceased for a number of years. Ed—no one knew what happened to Ed. He had nowhere to go and they had been wracking their brains for a way to make things work, but he had gone before they could do anything about it.

It was probably for the best, Burn hadn't spoken with any of the Dojo crew ever since they broke apart. Ed would have tried his best to keep them together—Burn knew he would have since it was the only family he had ever known—and it wouldn't have worked out anyway. Fizz had been talking to her parents into taking Ed with them, but Ed had been gone by the time her parents agreed to it. Fizz was heartbroken; she and Ed had been close from the beginning, almost like a real brother and sister, so it was almost like losing a part of herself almost when he had disappeared.

Burn worried about his friend when his mind managed to wonder to him. Ed hadn't very good on his own before, so it was stressful for him to think Ed could have survived this long on his own. He wanted to do something about it, try and find him, but Ed could cover his tracks as if he wasn't there. Burn knew that Ed gave off a massive energy signature wherever he went, but Ed had managed to cover it up somehow. It was then that Burn knew that one of two things had happened to him: one—he was dead; two—he wanted to stay hidden.

Burn had given up the search when he realized this. Ed was odd sometimes, but he had his reasons and Burn knew they were good ones. For some reason, Burn knew that Ed wasn't dead. He knew his friend was stronger than that, he had to be since he was designed to be that way. Maybe Ed had gone back to Bedlam's lair to try and get his Items back? That sounded like a very Ed-thing to do. Ed could be looking for the answers to the mystery that was himself, or he could be looking for Ol'skool and the machine, or it was all three.

Whatever the reason, Burn knew Ed wasn't dead, but that didn't stop him from worrying about the whole thing.

The others had turned out well for themselves though. Burn tried to keep in touch over the years and found out what his friends were doing. Fizz had become quite the engineer and worked for a company right there in Celestial. Her name was scribbled on every piece of hardware that had anything to do with speed. Loogie was, to everyone's surprise, a Professor at Crumble University, which was almost halfway around the world in another country. He taught psychology, himself having a double personality that was still emitted through the ever helpful Dr. Pinch. Deets was low-key on the popularity radar, but she wasn't completely undetectable. She lived a quiet life with her inventor parents, herself being a very successful biologist. Together, the family strived to find ways to protect the dying wildlife and horticulture throughout the world. Burn himself had taken over his father's business and was now the head of a very large company that invested in everything. In fact, he owned the company that Fizz worked for, but they had never come face-to-face because of work. He managed to help fund Deets's work and Loogie was a personal interest that was mentioned in passing from fellow workers and board-members.

Ed was the only one that was unknown.

Burn sighed heavily and looked at the picture of his wife and three-year-old son.

That is in the past. No need to be worrying about it now. If Ed wanted help, he would have asked for it. We all just want to forget . . . there's nothing we could do for Ol'skool now anyway.

Deep in his heart, he knew that wasn't true, but he had a family to think of and his past couldn't drag him down. His wife had no idea of his past and he wanted to keep it that way.

Everything was buried and it would stay buried, like it was suppose to.

Francis Johnson was working late in her lab, again. It was customary for her to do so when her mind was on something that took up every waking thought.

Ten years already, she thought in awe, and at the same time, dread. I wonder if they even remember me?

Of course that was a stupid question. What they had been through together couldn't be easily forgotten. She regretted not doing more for Ol'skool, even when Ed pushed the idea into her head that they could possibly find him. Ed had shared a secret with her—actually it was a theory of his—that, possibly, there might be other places like what Ol'skool had uncovered before to help them figure out more about this mystery. She had so wanted to help him, but her parents were very overbearing and she had been convinced that Ol'skool wasn't coming back. She still believed it, even if a small part of her denied it.

When the team broke up, she had been depressed. That Dojo had been a real family for her, and then she had to return to her normal life—but you can't change the past, and you can't change what the past had altered. Her adventures with Ed and the Dojo team had altered her immensely and she couldn't find the desire to go back to her old life—it was almost an impossibility. She had acted out the part for her parents, and when she was alone, she tried to find Ed. She knew his signature was huge, but she couldn't find it once it blipped off the map for good. She had managed to find it once before it was gone forever, but it only lead her to a dead end in Sector 9 and she hated that place.

She didn't know whether to believe that Ed was dead or alive. She liked to believe that he was still living, but she couldn't be sure. She needed hard evidence for something to believe in it, and all of the evidence said that Ed was gone. What troubled her though was why he had left them. He could have come and stayed with her family, but obviously he hadn't wanted to. It bothered her for years why he had run, why none of the others decided to keep in touch. It felt so wrong to leave her friends out on a limb like that, especially Ed. He had no one other than them, and they had let him down.

The phone rang, startling her out of her thoughts. She picked it up quickly and listened to the person on the other line spill before she had a chance to say much. The news was exciting for her, she nearly jumped out of her chair and squealed in delight.

The Gates Company wanted to use her new excavating bots for a dig in the Sector 9 area of Progress City. It was a big contract, one that could help improve her career and her reputation by a skyrocketing amount. She was so excited about it that she didn't realize her thoughts had been on Sector 9 just a moment ago.

Sarah Carter walked down the street, looking around the park in Progress City as the moon rose high over her head, bathing the scenery in a shimmery silver. This was the last piece of green in Progress City, and they wanted to tear it down too. It was sickening really. These trees had almost gotten wasted by that attack ten years ago and now they just wanted to do away with it even after all of the money they put in to help save it.

However, her thoughts weren't on that now. It was on that fateful day, ten years ago, when Ol'skool and a newly designed Bedlam disappeared with no way of tracing them. Ed had been crushed that Ol'skool was gone and he wanted to desperately to find him and fix his mistake. Deets had tried to tell him that it wasn't his fault, that he couldn't have known that Ol'skool would risk his hide for the rest of them. Ed still wasn't convinced about it. Deets always felt like that was the reason why he left. Because the rest of them believed that Ol'skool was most likely dead, and Ed believed otherwise. It was never the splitting up, Ed knew that they wouldn't abandon him, it was the lack of faith that they had in him and in themselves that they could find Ol'skool.

"Ed why did you have to go?" she asked the wind as it blew her long hair around her face.

When the team broke up, she went back to her parents. For a while, she was happy to be just Sarah again, but she missed being Deets. She missed her friends, and she missed the Dojo. They had been so in harmony and when they split up, well, it felt so out of harmony. Deets had made the best of her life after the attack, but she wished that Ed could have been there. She worried about him constantly, knowing that he wasn't dead. She just couldn't believe that. Progress would be flattened before Ed gave into anything. He was stubborn and brave that way.

A small smile came on her face as she remembered his attitude towards danger, always leaping into it head first. He pulled off some crazy stunts before, almost breaking his neck sometimes, but he always walked it off with a shrug as if it was no big deal. She missed that.

Her phone rang in her pocket and her brain shifted gears as she answered it. Her mother was on the other end, telling her about the dig in Sector 9 that was to take place in a few days. Deets was to be the representative of their program and make sure that what they were doing wasn't disturbing the wildlife in the sector. There was hardly any wildlife there, but she agreed. Maybe they would unknowingly stumble onto something anyway. It was worth a shot.

Lance Caput looked out his hotel window and watched as Progress City started to wake up with the sun. Cars were zooming by already, making the lightshow even more riveting as the sun slowly came up and shined its rays on the reflective surfaces of the buildings. The ever present Dr. Pinch interjected something about pudding and solar panels as he slowly began to wake up. Lance had long since been awake. He could hardly wait to see what had changed in the years he had left Progress.

He missed his friends and he was hoping to locate them to catch up. Burn was easy enough to find, his face was on nearly every billboard as he had come back into the city limits. Lance highly doubted that he could see Burn right away, but maybe if he caught the guy as he was walking out of his office building?

"Hey, turn on the radio!" Dr. Pinch told him, shouting hit host out of his thoughts. "I want to know what's going on!"

"Right away buddy!" Lance said with his trademark goofy grin.

He turned the device on and at once had a plan in his mind. DJ Dive was still announcing for the city and said that the excavating in Sector 9 would start that day. Loogie wanted to go back there, to try and find something—mainly Ed.

Loogie knew that Ed had liked Sector 9 for some strange reason and he knew that Ed would have run to there. Unfortunately, he never had the time to go and look for his friend, but he did now. After all, this was his summer vacation, he could do as he pleased with it. He told his idea to Dr. Pinch and the puppet readily agreed.

To be completely honest, the catfish missed Ed as well. He and Loogie were different and Ed had understood different. He might have questioned their actions in the past, but even Dr. Pinch had to agree that some of the things they had done in the past were a little, eccentric—for lack of a better word—but Ed never judged them off of face value and tried to even justify their actions against the ever short patients of Burn.

When he had gone and left them, Loogie thought it was just to get his mind off of things and that he would come back, but he never did. Loogie had tried to think of what Ed would do, he was good at getting into people's heads for some reason, but had failed to come up with anything helpful.

"You really think Ed will be there?" Dr. Pinch asked as they walked out of the hotel.

"Maybe," Loogie said, "I'm sure we'll find something. We never left Sector 9 without something happening to Ed."

"True, and hopefully, history will repeat and not let us down."

"Well, we don't want history to completely repeat," Loogie interjected. "I can do without the Bedlam thing."

The puppet shivered and they continued on in silence as they made their way to the dig sight in Sector 9.

What will they find? You'll have to fave and find out!