Sorry about the long gaps, I have just been busy over the time, working on other things. You know.

Disclaimers are dumb, this is FAN fiction, don't waste your time saying you don't own anything because that's assumed you don't. But it's ok to say what you would do if you did. Like if I owned Pokemon, the Pokeworld would be 5000 times more epic.

Thank you, and have a great day.

Mitchell

I had taken Kenji's advice (after the burning building scene, that is) and walked up to Irene. I stammered for a bit, but she edged a bit closer, to compress the gap between us.

We stood there for about five minutes, listening to the sounds of the city below us.

Then the strange thing happened. In unison, we proclaimed our interests in each other.

We were there for about another twenty minutes, saying next to nothing. We stated that we had to go (also in unison) and stormed off in opposite directions.

I was so confused I didn't see where I was going, and ran smack into Ryaku. The recoil almost knocked me over on my backside. "Whoa, tiger," he said. "Watch where you're going." I rubbed my head, and explained what had happened.

After I was finished, he seemed proud of me and/or confused from what I had said. He then made a silent comment, which I barely heard one word from: "Intense."

Police cars were patrolling the area, because of the recent attacks. We thought we were safe and sound in this city- then we got a call saying we had to travel again.

We were going to a city named St. Lancia - on the opposite side of the country. We were going to have to take a plane. I had never flown on an aircraft before, but an uncle of mine (of whom I do not know, because the event was long ago) had died in a plane crash, so I know I'd be at least a little bit uneasy. To prepare, I had drawn a chestplate and created it using the "submit" button.

Kenji saw me in my body armor and inquired me as to why I was wearing a chestplate. I replied with a sigh, "I have this strange thing against flying."

He tried to make a joke of the statement, saying, "Is that why I never see you making a pair of wings on that thing of yours?"

I was a bit annoyed by the remark, and told him to try to be serious for a few minutes.

All he did was walk away. I shook my head and walked in the other direction. I then cursed to myself because the exit was the other way.

When we were in front of the building, Irene was right in front of us. She had said that she was allowed to come with us to St. Lancia, and that she hoped she wouldn't be much of a burden to the rest of us. Ryaku said that it would be ok, and that he hoped that she wouldn't regret her decision.

Ryaku

On the plane that I was told Mitchell was so afraid to board, we almost went the whole trip without any trouble. On the bright side, at least we got good seats on the plane, and we weren't questioned by anyone on the trip. No interrogations, no scans (well, nothing more than the airport security's mandatory go-overs), and no tear gas.

The problem, you ask? The plane was run by a group of our "friends", so some pokehater genius thought it'd be really funny to implant a time bomb on our plane and set it to explode mid-flight.

When we heard of such a bomb (which was in an inconspicuous area of the cockpit), we decided to investigate. Mitchell and I were the only ones to actually view the bomb (Kenji insisted on staying behind and keeping the others calm, but he loaned out his heated knife to cut any wires if we so needed), we saw that we only had ten minutes to defuse it.

Mitchell went insane and started cutting random wires, trying to look for the main one, the one that made the bomb explode, but I pushed him away, yelling, "You insane idiot! If you cut the wrong wire, the bomb will explode right off the bat, no questions asked! You're lucky you didn't get to it yet."

I tried to short-circuit the bomb with a shock to its system, but the timer dropped a minute.

6:23 left.

Mitchell was bashing the thing with a digi-ink hammer.

5:01 left.

I was trying to think of an ideal approach.

3:41 left.

We were both just screwing with all of the wires.

2:10 left.

We were crying our eyes out, thinking we couldn't do it.

1:37.

Kenji barged in, announcing that he couldn't evacuate a plane properly, so he started working on the bomb.

40 seconds.

Kenji was severing the wires, one by one.

25 seconds.

Kenji was still fixed on the wire in the back.

12.

He was almost there.

7.

He slowly plucked the wire from its place. The bomb timer stopped, with 4 seconds to spare. He started cheering and did an end zone style dance, like those guys at the NFL do after scoring a touchdown.

I never doubted his skill from then on.