The plane tumbled back and forth as Shrimpy and Pokeholic attempted to stay standing in the small plane. Pokeholic's daughter desperately attempted to keep the plane in the air, and, for now, the battle was going ok, but the more Moltres rammed the plane, the harder it was becoming. Moltres was not only strong, it was smart, and rammed directly under and around the win, as if trying to completely knock it off and send the plane down. Shrimpy honestly had no idea what to do at the moment, but he knew he had to try. At this rate, the plane would be history, and there was nothing that the pilot could do about it except attempt to stall the giant bird. He ran out of the cockpit and back into the main room.

"Wobbufett!" he yelled. It took the blob a few seconds, but, sure enough, it appeared.

"Wooooobb!" It yelled.

"No time for that, Wobbufett. We've got to help keep this plane in the air." Shrimpy replied.

Wobbufett seemed to nod, then walked foreword to Shrimpy. He was amazed at how well they had come to understand each other. It never seemed to make sense when listening to the old shows and games, but now he was beginning to understand. It was almost as if telepathic. Pokemon wore their thoughts on their sleeves, and you could easily tell what they wanted, even a pokemon as brain dead as Wobbufett, thought Shrimpy connected this one's improved intelligence to to the fact it was golden. He thought back to the night this all started. Wobbufett had saved his life, and he had become a friend. It was all too surreal...

His thoughts were lost in another hit by Moltres, this one harder than before. It was started to get irritated. At this rate they wouldn't last much longer. Shrimpy had to do something. If only Lugia were here, but Shrimpy couldn't dwell on that at the moment. He had Wobbufett, and he would deal with the problem with what he had. Wobbufett was strong, and he could fend off Moltres. The hard part was finding a place to do so from.

That problem didn't last much longer. On the next ram, Moltres hit the back end of the plane, sending the entire back of the plane flying off to the ground. The wind began to blow, and it became hard to stand. With no back, the plane began to tilt down now, and there was nothing the pilot could do to change it. They could only hope to crash land safely. Moltres was screaming a horrible cry as it circled around towards the back. It had a clear opening now, and had no intentions of ramming the plane again. Its mouth opened and fire began to spurt from its beak.

"Wobbufett! You know what to do." Shrimpy said. The created, mumbling its name, ran up to the edge of the plane where the breach had been formed and stood there. It began to glow a strange color as Moltres unleashed a fury of flame upon the crashing ship. Before the blast could hit head on, Wobbufett's mystic power sent the flame back upon the bird, who attempted to move out of the way, not expecting its own blast to hit itself. It failed to dodge, and the flames knocked the bird back a little, but nothing too bad. It re-positioned itself and began to charge again.

"This isn't helping. Fire can't hurt fire." Shrimpy said. But at least he was keeping them safe. Safe from what? They were falling as fast as gravity would allow them towards the ground. They had to find some way to escape.

Moltres unleashed another blast, this one much bigger than before, and it raged towards Wobbufett, who was charging up another Mirrorcoat attack to deflect the blast. At the last second the defense took effect, and the blast hit head on. This time, the blast didn't immediately get deflected back, but instead fought intensely with the Mirrorcoat for ground. Wobbufett screamed, and finally knocked the blast back onto Moltres again. This time, Moltres fell.

"Good job, Wobbufett!" He said as he ran over to him. He looked off the edge of the rift. They were moving quickly down, but at an angle. Perhaps there was still a possibility of a safe crash landing. Perhaps Pokeholic's daughter could land the ship safely still.

Then another smash into the plane ended his hopes. Shrimpy and Wobbufett both lost their footing, and both fell out of the plane. They were free falling now. Wobbufett, Shrimpy doing the same. There was nothing they could do now except hope they land in water, and even that might not save them.

The last thing he remembered was softly landing on the back of an unknown figure before passing out.

When Shrimpy awoke, he was lying in a bed. The room was bright. Florescent lights shined from all angles. He sat up, body aching and still fully dressed. There were long rows of beds. People occupied some, but for the most part the room was empty. A couple of Nurses were walking around. Shrimpy decided to be brave and stand up. His body ached in pain, but he could still mange. Once he stood up, a Nurse immediately moved over to him.

"Oh, you are awake. How do you feel?" the woman asked him.

"Umm....fine...I guess...where is Wobbufett?" He asked. "Where am I?"

The nurse smiled. "That creature we found you with? He's fine. We have him locked up right now. Once you were awake we planned on letting him out. Anyways, the commander wants to see you, and I'm sure your friends will be happy to see you are ok." She said, then turned around towards the door.

"Friends?" Shrimpy asked himself. None of this made any sense. The last thing he remembered was falling from the sky after the plane fell apart from the attack by Moltres. Wobbufett had successfully defended the plane, or what was left of it, before he and Shrimpy had been knocked off the plane. He had no memory of ever landing. Subconsciously, he supposed, he thought he might have been dead, but common sense told him otherwise. He was indeed alive. But how? Who had saved him? Was it Lugia again?

"Hey, buddy. Glad you are safe." he heard a voice say from the door the nurse had walked out of. Shrimpy looked up, then smiled. Kife walked in the doorway.

"How in the world did I get here?" Shrimpy asked. "And what are you doing here?"

Kife laughed. "Long story. I'll explain it on the way."

"On the way where?"

"To see the President, of course!"

"The president? Of the United States?!" Shrimpy was astonished. Was he in DC? Did he make it there? No, somebody must have found him and brought him here.

"Yes, that President. Now, walk and I'll do the talking." Kife replied.

Shrimpy shrugged, and took a place beside Kife as they walked out of the room. Kife led and began talking.

"You said you were on a small plane. Once we heard of a crash, I knew it was you. So I urged them to send a team to go get you. I was right, too. If we hadn't gotten there within the next few hours, that old woman would be dead. She sustained bad injures. The girl broke an arm, but other than that she was fine." Kife explained.

"What about me?" I mean, I guess I'm fine, but..."

"We found you on the ground over a mile away from the crash site. You were unharmed but exhausted. You've been sleeping for three days now. I take it you haven't slept a lot this last week."

"No, not really..." Shrimpy dazed off. He was unharmed? Something saved him. Was it Lugia? What had happened back there? He supposed it didn't matter anymore. He and Wobbufett were safe, he had found Kife, and now maybe he was in just the chance to solve this problem he had started.

"We are in a secret military base, believe it or not." Kife continued. After I lost track of you, I went and urgently requested a meeting with somebody important. I knew what was going on, and I knew you. It was hard to get them to listen to be, but I finally got a meeting. Once I told them what was going on, they seemed to take me at face value. I know it's crazy, but there is no denying that these monsters are pokemon. I told them you had samples of the virus, and if we found you, we might be able to research what had happened."

Shrimpy listened intently to Kife's story. He was so happy to be out of the plane, back with other people. He felt like they stood a chance. Now. He examined as he walked with Kife. They were in some area. The place was made entirely of metal, and there were no windows, making Shrimpy to believe that he was underground. The lights shined brightly and gave the place an odd, sci-fi feeling. They passed rooms with scientists examining pokemon in what appeared to be clean rooms. Some rooms had humans in it who were survivors of attacks. This place definitely wasn't just for show. "Is anybody else here?" Shrimpy asked.

"Yea, Deimos. He was the only one I could find who would come here on such short notice."

"He's weird like that."

"True."

"Well. I think I've heard enough." Shrimpy said. "And yes, I do have samples, if you guy collected my stuff."

Kife nodded. "They found a lot of personal belongings at the crash site."One of them was your jump drive. That it?"

"Yea, that's it. What about the hard drive?" Shrimpy asked.

"They never mentioned anything about a hard drive."

"Dammit." Shrimpy said. "That had a lot of TPPC data saved on it. Without that, we will only have the server's data to work with. We should be able to manage though."

"Well what do you think is wrong with all of this?" Kife asked.

"From my thoughts? It's a virus of some sort. Something caused it all to go out of control. How that linked to this phenomenon I have no idea, but as for the site, it was definitely a virus."

"Hmm...Well, we are almost here. Feel free to explain everything to the President." Kife replied.

Shrimpy's stomach turned. The President? This would be nerve-wracking. "Yea...I'll try." he said.

They at last made a turn and began walking through another hallway, this one with only doors, no windows to other rooms. At the end of the hallway, two Secret Service members stood guarding a door. One of the members pulled his collar up to his mouth, spoke a few unintelligible words, then stepped aside.

The two friends walked through the guarded door into the President's office.