Well, happy Thanksgiving! I updated a little sooner than planned, and glad I did. Next update will be Christmas, So keep an eye out!

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Proffesor Kazumi picked up the ringing phone. His old friend had been silent to the point he thought Isaac had forgotten how to talk, and little Ivan's lack of cummunication was saddening. "Kazumi, huh?"

"I'm calling for Dr. Isaac Gilmore, my employer wishes to consult with him over a peculiar case he's found." The woman's voice was musical, one you'd want to listen to all day.

"Hmm, I see, I'm sorry, but Gilmore isn't in just yet, he'll be here around 1 o'clock if you want to call back then."

"I see, how disapointing . . . Could you give him a message and have him call back? I have several other calls to make, and do not want to forget about him."

"Certainly, Ojo-san. Give me a moment to grab a pen- there. What's the message?"

"The body of a young man has been found, height 5' 11" weight two hundred pounds-" Kazumi felt his eyes widen as he wrote down the measurements and description of the body. "When we attempted the autopsy, we couldn't cut his skin, only a laser worked, and it revealed metal under his skin. We have him preserved until the good Doctor can come, My employer knows him as a leading expert on the field of cybernetics, and we wish for his help."

"Well, from the description it sounds like quite a find . . . can you give me the contact information, I'll have him call you the instant he comes back."

"My name is Maria Diabla, the number is 6575309. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Thank you for calling . . ." She hund up, leaving Kazumi staring at the pad off paper in his hand. "009 . . . "

"Well, Ivan, we're home." Gilmore picked up the baby, who was now silent. "Kazumi, we're-, Kazumi?" His friend had his head in his hands, praying. "What's wrong?"

"A call came for you . . . look." He handed Gilmore the pad.

"Im- Kazumi . . ."

"Well? Does it sound like 009?"

"To a T . . . " Ivan stirred at the words. "Someone's found his body, we have to go." A phone call and a day later, Gilmore and Ivan were on a plane headed to London.

"Dr. Gilmore, I assume?" The woman that met them at the gate (A/N: this is before the security crack down at all the airports.) wore a black buisness suit, the skirt was slit to her knee, and her hair was in a very tight bun. The black framed glasses added to the effect.

"Yes, Maria Diabla?"

"Yes sir, The car is waiting, but we'll be here for a bit as another consultant's plane is late. Would you like to wait in the car, the driver is waiting for the consultant at his gate."

"If it isn't a problem, we would."

"Then come with me." After a twenty minute wait by the car, the driver and the 'consultant' arrived, He had red hair in a braid and wore a brown trenchcoat, he carried his own suitcase. "Mr. Link?" Both of them started, Ivan stirring alittle more. Dr. Gilmore studied the . . . he was twenty now, wasn't he? Twenty year old. The beak like nose was still promient, and his bangs kept getiing in his eyes, which were so world weary that Gilmore wondered how he'd been coping since 009's death.

"Yeah, that's my name." The old Jet showed through with the annoyance in his voice. He hated flying in airplanes, but since he couldn't fly on his own, he had to suffer being stuck with a guy who snored and drooled. He had been severally tempted to kick the guy with ignited jets. The only reason he'd come was because the body was just like 009's, and he wanted to see it for himself. Otherwise he was sure he'd go crazy with confusion and denile.

"Allow me to introduce you to Dr. Isaac Gilmore, a leading mind in Cybernetics, and his grandson, Ivan." Jet blinked as he looked at the two. Old age was starting to claim Gilmore, while Ivan looked, a little bigger than he had been. "I'll brief you on the way to the facility." They got in to the car, Ms. Diabla in between the two men.

Unknown to the group, they were being watched by a man with a Trenchcoat, hat and Mask. He followed the car with his eyes.

"So, they didn't sense us . . . that's disapointing, and they're the originals. I guess old technology breaks down quick." The woman that appeared behind him had an eye patch on her right eye and a black leather trenchcoat, open to reveal a navy blue shirt that showed her midriff, a pair of black leather pants and black knee high boots. Her hair was navy blue with a stripe of red in her bangs. "What a jip, they'll be so easy for you, mate, -er, Phantom."

" . . . They're sad . . ." Phantom's voice was raspy and hoarse. It was a frightening sound, because it sounded so much like a dying man's voice.

"Yep. Should've called in the girl as well, though. Those two won't fight very well . . . " She folded her hands behind her head. "Kidnapping the kid won't be hard, though."

"Renegade . . ." He looked at her. "You're upset . . . "

"C'mon. Let's get you back. Mr. Big Stuff will have a cow if you stay out too long." Another moment and the two disapeared.

"As explained earlier, we found the body of a cyborg in a building a few years ago, judging by the debris, he crashed into it at a very high speed. We collected the body before the police could, and attempted to find out who he was. At that point he was barely alive, died about a week after being found, actually. Here are some pictures, his face was badly burned, some places you can see the metal." Jet stared at the pictures of tha man, occasionally his eyes were opened, and he could see the soul behind them. It was 009. "Now, I'll admit, we didn't really call Mr. Link as a consultant, Our organization is called Seven. We track the movements of independent oraganizations such as Black Ghost, and if they're criminal, we put a stop to it. Regretfully, Black Ghost was too sly for our operatives to ever really catch, but we did get information on the 00 project. We currently believe the man we have was 009, and wished for an oppinion of another Cyborg."

"From these pictures . . . I'd have to say yes." Jet closed his eyes. He remembered holding onto his friend as they fell and burned.

"Good." The woman's eyes closed a moment. "Then there is a second reason we wanted you, Mr. Link. We've tracked a group of characters from another file of Black Ghosts we obtained. They are a low level group, substantially weaker than, but have made attacks on our base, they want 009's body. We are not equiped to deal with them, and several of our doctors have died. We wish for your help in guarding the body." Jet studied the woman a moment.

"I'm Neutral, I do not wish to fight, anymore." Jet turned away. "I fought once, I don't want to have to again, and I won't." Not without 009 in the lead.

"I see. You can view the body and the chauffer will drive you back to the airport. My employer also wished to speak to you. Dr. Gilmore, my employer wishes to speak with you immediately upon arrival. Do you-" Jet tuned the woman out, and glanced at Ivan. The little buzz in his head indicating where his former friend was, was driving him to distraction. But it was like they'd never known each other now. How the comraderie they had shared disapeared, Jet didn't know. He just stared out the window and froze as he recoginized a shiny bald head, entertaing a group of children with immitations. The woman's phone rang. "Oh, excuse me, Yes?" There was silence as she'd sighed. "Of course sir, I will, I will." She hung up. "My employer has too change the meeting from today till tomorrow, I apologize, he's very used to getting his own way, and changing apointment times is one of the things he'll do . . . We'll take you to the hotel, Mr. Link, well reschedule your flight."

"Thank you." Jet didn't know why, but suddenly, he hated her.

"You'll be staying at this hotel, you'll be able to rest here, and meet my employer tomorrow." Moments later, after Jet had gotten his key, he took off. He didn't care if he was supposed to cut all ties, he just couldn't take it anymore, he had to talk to someone, and he had to tell G.B. what they had learned. He had to!

Great Britain walked away from the children with a small smile. He loved watching them laugh, it was so similar to Joe's, innocent and sweet.

"Great Britain!" A harsh american voice called his name. He couldn't help but turn around and see a familiar red head, in an old trenchcoat, or at least recoginize the nose.

"Jet?" He blinked. He thought they would never talk to each other again, so why was he chasing him down? "What are you doing here?"

"Ah, good it was you . . . " Jet gave a small act of breathing heavy. "And we've got to talk . . . know any bars?"

"I generally avoid drink now, but yes, there is one nearby."

"Good . . ." Jet gave a small smile, which changed to a neutral expression when they sat down and ordered. "I was called in as a consultant on a body that was found awhile ago . . . The description matched Joe's perfectly."

" . . . " G.B. felt his eyes widen, as Jet slipped a picture he had pocketed, one taken after 009 had been found. The burned red and gold uniform was on his body

"G.B. . . . They want me to protect his body, but-"

"You feel like you've failed him once, and you'll do it again." Dr. Gilmore stood next to the table. "I left Ivan in the room, the silence from him is getting hard for me to bear . . . May I join you?"

"Of Course Doctor, what are you-?"

"I too was called in to help Autopsy the body . . . hard to do that when you know how he . . . " The doctor blinked. "I'm sorry, There's always been a small part of me that believed he was still alive, his body was all but indestructible . . . but that was the old me, thinking only of the work I did on him . . . "

"Does Ivan-?" G.B. cut himself of.

"He hasn't acted like he can hear me, in his old way . . . I think he shut himself down, locked himself in his mind." The three stared at the drinks in front of them, Jet blinked as the light on the top of alchol refracted to a picture of 009, looking shocked to see him try to rescue the cyborg. Joe . . .

"Doctor . . . can you check my jets? I haven't done maintenance on them for awhile . . . " Jet could feel both of them look at him. "You're right, the reason I said no before was because I- I felt like he'd hate me, that I didn't save him . . . " He kept his eyes down. "But . . . Joe had said he didn't want me to save him, he wanted me to save myself . . . But I- I couldn't save or protect him then, it wasn't something I could do . . . but I can at least keep his body safe, from those who'd use it for their own gain." His bangs fell into his eyes as he glanced up, looking more like 002 than he'd felt in a long time. "I'm going to take them up on their offer."

"Break a leg, Jet . . . " G.B. gave a thin smile. "I wondered when you'd just get ticked enough with yourself you start flying again, like a bird . . ." He gave a dry chuckle. "I won't be able to help you, but . . . " I want to shapeshift again! I want to fight with them again! "I'll be around if you need a drink . . . but there's one question you two should ask yourselves, and that's should the others be contacted. I think you shouldn't, not yet."

"You're probably right G.B., that would open up painful wounds for all of them, particularly 0- er, Francoise, it'd be better to keep it quiet for now, at least." Jet drank a little more.

"Hmm, for now, I suppose." None of them noticed a dark haired woman at the bar, watching them through slitted eyes, or her 'date' a young man with half his face hidden in shadow.

"So, 002 contacted the one here . . . I thought they'd never speak to each other again." The man in the chair sipped brandy, this time. "How amusing that the little one locked his own mind away . . ." Nocturna and Nightshade stood in front of them. "We'll have to wake him up . . . Ah." A young woman with red hair entered, wearing a green dress, more modest than Nocturna's had entered, looking as if she was in a daze. "Nightmare, you're up. How are you?"

"Where's Acid?"

"In confinement for two more days. He broke a rule." The woman walked away, exiting the room.

"Broke a rule, alright, several times! He helped our target escape, twice!" Nightshade hissed. "You should've let us torture him, he'd have learned faster not to-!" A motion from the man stopped him from speaking.

"I'm aware you are our best at destroying a mind, but Acid's mind is neccesary to keep Nightmare in check. Don't worry, Gargoyle and Wicca have taken care of him."

"What about Phantom?" Violin music had started from somewhere upstairs. "You haven't punished him for his transgressions."

"Hmm, Phantom is a trickier case than Acid. His mind isn't stable to begin with, push it, and it'll react violently, making him an insane cyclone of destruction, that's why Renegade's his partner, She can keep his mind stable." He sipped some more. "He's the one we can't afford to offend just yet, Nocturna. Now, I realize you two are my best creations, and will always be. That's why I want you to do an important mission. 004 has shut down as well, from Renegade's description. Nocturna, He'll come reluctantly, but he can't be taken down by Phantom. He won' t attack you." Nocturna smiled, enjoying the idea. Her smile was erased when the door banged open.

"Yo, Boss. What's up with the body viewings?" Renegade strode up. "I'm going to have a headache."

"Show some respect!" Nocturna hissed. Renegade ignored the woman.

"As you saw, they shut down-"

"Duh, I saw that when I found them."

"In order to wake them up enough for Phantom to have a fair fight, we need to shock their systems. These cyborgs have a mind link and-"

"I know! Jeeze. I'm asking why tomorrow?" Renegade blew a strand of red hair out of her eye.

"You have no right to question our master! You should be taught a lesson-!" Nocturna stopped speaking. Renegade had taken out a black rose.

"Taught a lesson?" She studied the rose, "Nocturna, I'm keeping two people's minds intact. The more energy I use, the more likely I'll lose my grip. Phantom's mind is becoming more and more receptive to other's emotions. His empathy keeps increasing, and his sanity, decreasing . . . Nightmare I have to keep sedated while Acid is in 'rehab'." Renegade stared at Nocturna. "But, I still have enough to make one shock and put you in a coma." Nocturna shrank back. "Now, boss, If it's tomorrow, I want Acid with Nightmare so I can release her if necessary. I can put Phantom into a coma, no problem." The black rose disapeared back into her coat as she spoke.

"Very well, get him- but at midnight, so you've got two hours." She left and he chuckled. "Should have named her Wild Card . . . Renegade works though. She's loyal enough. Black rose of death and threats . . ." He laughed. "She's the most amusing of you lot. Nocturna, try not to antagonize her. Too much and she'll turn against us, taking Phantom, Acid and Nightmare." He drank some more. "We'll keep her until Nightmare has 001 in her control, or when the 00 project is no more. Then you can kill her, if you want the pleasure, Nocturna." She smiled showing her teeth.

"Of course, Master . . ."

"Phantom will have to be killed first, send her off balance . . ." Nightshade's voice almost rumbled with pleasure at the thought of killing Phantom.

"Of course, he'll be useless with out her anyway." The man put the brandy down. "Let's get ready for tomorrow, Nocturna, Nightshade. Hades will soon be on top." On his hand that held his drink, a black ring with the word inscribed glittered.

Alright, you've now met a majority of our villans, (or kind of villans depending on the person.) And eventually you'll met the remaining three, named in the chapter, Acid, Gargoyle, and Wicca (who was originally going to be Witch, but the name seemed boring, so I decided on Wicca.). I'll describe their powers in detail later, but from the description of each you should know a little. Later!