Chapter 9

Bumblebee remained tied down to his own examination slab. The room where he was being kept was separate from those that Sam and the others had been led to. Scans ran over both the slab that Bumblebee lay on and Bumblebee himself. The mists that filled the room had been treated with special chemicals and drifted down over Bumblebee's still struggling form and had to be pushed into the room and towards Bumblebee by multiple collection tubes. The room around him was very loud. Not that Bumblebee cared about the scans, or the lights, or the noise.

The yellow mech didn't care what he had to do to get out all he knew was that something bad was happening and he needed to go and find Sam and Mikaela. He'd been given a mission and he wasn't going to fail it now. Bumblebee had to get out. Only it turned out that Sam was more than willing to come to his instead. The doors opened and emitted a group of people that was being led by Clover and Sam.

"Stop. You gotta let him go." Sam yelled over the noise. Banachek ran forward to offer any help that he might be able to.

"You have my authority to release it." he said to one of the scientists.

"He's not an it." Sam snarled though it was likely that he was unheard. Keller came up to stand beside Banachek. If Banachek's authority hadn't been enough to get them to release the robot on the examination slab then chances were that his was. Feeling cowed the lead researcher began giving his men orders. Lights winked off and the mists that filled the chamber were pulled out of the room by fans. Slowly bindings and clamps were withdrawn.

As Bumblebee sat up Sam, Mikaela, and Clover raced towards him. Clover even went as far as jumping up on the examination slab with him.

"You okay?" Sam asked as his eyes traveled up and down Bumblebee's scratched and smudged but undamaged form. Bumblebee looked down at the young humans and nodded before emitting a song from his speakers that was appropriate for their reunion. Sam shook his head.

"Yeah, it's great to see you too but we have bigger problems. These idiots kept the Allspark and Megatron in the same place and I'm pretty sure that the other Decepticons are on their way here now!"

Bumblebee was on his feet almost instantly as he made his way towards the access door that Sam and the others had come through. It didn't take the humans long to follow him. Fresh shocks from the outside began knocking bits of plater and old supports from the ceiling as they ran.

Halfway to the desire are Keller spotted the secret installation's central research room. For half a moment he considered telling Banachek about the idea that was forming in his head but turned towards Maggie instead.

"The National Guard radio may still be working. We can try and get word out over rudimentary frequencies." Maggie thought about it for a moment before nodding and turning to look at a lagging Glen.

"Can you hotwire some gear to transmit more code?" she asked the chubby hacker.

"I don't know. I really doubt it Mags." Glen huffed while he shook his head back and forth. "I'm a decrypter and a coder not an electrician."

"That's bull and you know it," Maggie shot back, "I've seen you make portable drives out of the crap that Radio Shack throws out as useless. Compared to the rest of the stuff you make this isn't even complicated." Lennox moved over to the pair of computer nerds.

"You guys do that! Try and make contact with Nellis if you can and tell them to get our birds in the air. When we get to where ever were going we'll find a way to make contact so that Epps can vector 'em in."

Epps grinned from where he was standing. "We'll put them right on top of those Cons of yours."

Simmons stared at the soldiers. "How are you going to that exactly?"

Lennox shrugged and grinned. "We're gonna improvise."

Keller moved over to where Sam was waiting for them to finish their conversation with Mikaela. The older man had been surprised at how well the younger boy had handled himself so far. Though there was much about both teens involvements that were still a mystery to him. One that would have to be pondered at later date provided that they all lived through the next few hours. "Never give up, son." Keller said as he placed a slightly wrinkled hand on Sam's shoulder.

Sam blinked and turned to look at Keller. "No, never give up. That's a lesson I know very well, sir." Sam responded, before giving the older man a slight nod. A second later he was running towards the room that held the Allspark as their one large group separated into two smaller groups. While soldier, agents and teens ran for the Allspark, Keller, Maggie, Glen, and Simmons started making their way towards the research room.

ooo

The researchers that worked in the Cube chamber had been keep up to date with what was going on throughout the damn by runners and so they weren't surprised at all when a group of soldiers and youths burst into the area. The guards that arrived in the area driving small military vehicles had to be convinced by Banachek to take orders from Lennox. Seeing how Banachek was one of Sector Sevens top agents the handover of command didn't take as long as it would have had the man gone with Simmons and the others. In fact it was much harder to convince the scientists from what had been their life's work and let an alien take over. Neither Lennox or his men had such a problem.

They were more than eager to have one of the alien robots on their side after they had lost comrades to the hands of one of the robots more malevolent counterparts. Epps covered his head as another blast from outside shook the damn around them.

"Better do your alien thing fast, big guy. I don't like enclosed spaces. They remind me too much of coffins." Epps said to approaching Bumblebee. As Bumblebee reached for the Allspark he had a moment of hesitation. He was standing before the very life source of his kind. An object he hadn't laid optic's on for thousands of years. It was strange to be in the Allspark prescience again after so long of searching for it.

Watching Bumblebee stand before the Allspark was almost like watching a human meet God. Mikaela thought as she watched the yellow and black robot reach for the alien artifact that towered over even Bumblebee's head. It was a sight that would stay with her for the rest of her life. Hell, everything she'd gone through since first taking the ride home that Sam had offered was something that she'd remember for the rest of her life.

It was after all one of those life altering events that would forever change who she was and how she saw things. She'd be a better person because of this. If she survived. No one said a word as Bumblebee reached forward and touched the Allspark. Almost instantly the endless hum that the Allspark emitted began to rise and fall and stutter as the artifact responded to Bumblebee's presence. Energy arced between the Allspark and Bumblebee's fingers. It was clear to all that were present that some kind of contact had been made. It was contact that man kind would never be able to know or understand no matter how long they existed.

For the robot and Allspark were communicating with each other with light and not words. When the connection between Bumblebee and the Allspark ended there was a moment of silence so deep that it was almost tranquil. Then both the Allspark and Bumblebee began to transform. Metal folded in wards and outwards. Bent and twisted in ways that metal shouldn't have been able to bend and twist. By the time the mech had finished there was nothing more spectacular for them to look at then a yellow Camaro with black racing stripes.

Though if you had asked Epps for his opinion he would have admitted that the car itself was pretty slick. The Allspark however didn't twist and turn as Bumblebee had but seemed to fold in on itself. Small metallic squares folded inward continously until something much smaller than what had been there a moment before. The only indication that it was still the same thing was the runes that covered all six sides of the much smaller Allspark that now rested in the backseat of Bumblebee's altmode.

It was almost amazing how unimportant it managed to look when it was probably the most important thing is the world at that moment. Doors snapped open and the Camaro's horn began honking anxiously. Sam and Mikaela shared a look before Sam glanced back at Lennox. It seemed like the army man was waiting for him to do something. It made sense in a way considering that Bumblebee was, at least for the time being, his car.

So it made sense that Sam only paused long enough to put Clover back in her ball before he climbed into the drivers side seat. When Mikaela took her place in the passenger side seat both door slammed shut and the engine started with a rumble. There was barley enough time for the teens to put on their seat-belts before Bumblebee accelerated and they were thrown backwards by the force of his acceleration. Military vehicles carrying an assortment of soldiers and secret agents followed the speeding car out of the nearest exit tunnel.

ooo

Deeper within Hoover Damn Megatron was stepping free of the last of his restraints. Cables and wires tore away from his body like they were nothing more than pieces of old Spinarak webbing. The conduits that had been used to continously replace the material in which he had been frozen had broken free and were now spraying super-cooled liquid in every direction. By now there was nothing living left in the silo that had been Megatron's prison for so long. Megatron however had other thoughts on his processors.

The Allspark had been so very close when he had started to wake but now it was gone. He could still sense its presence and its power but both were getting further away with every passing second. He had waited for millenia to reclaim what was his. The short mount of time it would take to get the Allspark from those who were trying to keep it from him would be nothing. It would take no time at all and very little effort would be his head back Megatron peered upwards . His sensors were picking up the presences of other life forms. To the right of where he was standing was the long tunnel that he'd been hauled through when he'd first been bought to this place.

There were no humans or pokémon left in the silo to bear witness to the transformation that was about to take place. Even had their been either Megatron wouldn't have waisted his time in killing them. He had better things to do that took preference over slaughtering the locals. At least he did for the moment. Megatron's form shifted, flexed, flowed, and expanded. When the process was complete what remained looked slightly like a plain and slightly like a fighter jet but only vaguely.

There was the slightest of growls before the plane roared down the tunnel leaving only a thunderous echo in its wake.

After taking a quick reconnaissance of his former prison and its immediate surroundings Megaron circled downwards so that he could land amongst the rocks at the bottom of the damn. Upon arrival he transformed back into his natural bipedal shape and walked up to a second machine. A machine that he knew quite well. The second mech sat perched bird-like on a large finger of granite. The greeting between the two was brief.

"It has been a long time Starscream." Megatron rumbled coolly. A part of him had hoped the his second in command had been off lined while he had been held prisoner.

"Long by even our standards, Lord Megatron." Starscream agreed. He wasn't going to start anything yet. He needed time to plan.

"Many things have changed but much has stayed the same as it often will when there nothing to force it too. The essentials are unchanged and the passage of time is unimportant. Today we achieve our goal and take back the Allspark." Starscream paused in speaking and swept his hand towards the damn and, by inference, everything that existed beyond it.

"The world that we are on is called Earth by those that inhabit it and it now belongs to us. There exist swarms of machine life here just waiting for our touch to bring them to life."

"The insects that swarm this planet must be cleared." Megatron growled. Starscream merely nodded his head once in agreement.

"Once this worlds machines have been transformed then it should take little more than a day." Starscream felt no need to tell Megatron about the creatures that the humans used to fight with. Megatron could find out about them for himself and even Starscream doubted that they would make that much of a difference in the long run.

"It will be a joy to see such a cleansing." Megatron replied. For a moment it seemed as if he was going to say more only he never spoke. Instead he turned his head so that he was looking into the distance. There was something calling to him. A calling that he hadn't felt in eons. It was a calling that would lead to every event that was to follow: transformation, the gathering of allies, and the intended return to war-torn Cybertron.

Starscream seemed to feel it though it didn't seem to be as strong with the F-22 as it was with the warlord. Before any of their other plans could begin this one thing had to be dealt with. It was time for one final reckoning. Everything else could wait until this one thing was done, even the cleansing of the planet of it current inhabitants. After all both he and Starscream agree that it was a process that wouldn't take very long at all.

ooo

There was nothing more than the usual traffic on the highway leading away from Hoover Damn. There certainly wasn't enough to even remotely slow down the convoy of army vehicles that surrounded the black and yellow Camaro that was among them. They were headed in the direction of the army bases that sat just outside of the nearby city. One they had arrived they would have sufficient equipment to defend both themselves and the Allspark form any attacking Decepticon.

Form inside of the vehicle that was carrying him away from the damn Epps sat with a sabot launcher close at hand. His body was tense and ready for the coming battle but his mind was on his fallen comrades. Both Donnelly and Fig were currently alive in their friends mind.

"One shot." Epps kept repeating to himself in a voice so low that it was unlikely that even the soldier that was sitting next to him could hear what he was saying. All the dark skinned man wanted was one good shot. Just a single shot with in range so that he could take one of those soulless metal monsters down.

Epps would be more than happy to watch its guts melt and leak out all over the road as its eyes faded and it died. Epps found however that he had to revise his statement somewhat when his eyes caught sight of the Camaro that was speeding ahead of them. Alien machine or not he thought that maybe just maybe some of the aliens might have had souls.

Inside of Bumblebee Mikaela turned so that she could look into the backseat.

"Is the Allspark, okay?" Sam asked. While it was true that he could have looked for himself he was busy pretending to drive and he wasn't quite sure if looking into the backseat to check on something that other people couldn't see would be a good thing.

"Yes, it's wearing a seat belt." Mikaela reassured him. Sam found that he had to raise an eyebrow at that but otherwise he was silent. As Mikaela turned so that she was facing the right direction her eyes caught Sam's as he turned his head slightly to look at her. The look itself was something she couldn't seem understand. He didn't look particularly worried and the slightly pained look that had been in his eyes since they'd woken from the battle the night before had receded. If anything she would have had to say that his eyes looked unnaturally calm.

It was almost like he wasn't to worried about what was going on in the world around them. It almost seemed to her that he'd simply accepted the situation that they were in and going with it to the best of his ability. Maybe he was. The two of them had already faced down Simmons and his men in an attempt to keep them from getting to Bumblebee, so it wasn't very likely that they could get any lower on the governments totem pole unless the went and handed the Allspark to Megatron themselves and that had a snowballs chance in Hell of happening.

"Relax. Nothings happened yet. If you don't calm down now then when everything goes down you're just going to panic." Mikaela took a deep breath and felt a little better for it. Sam was right if she got all worked up now then she'd be useless if a fight broke out.

Lennox tensed from his spot in one of the army vehicles as an exotic sports car suddenly appeared in the passing lane and accelerated so that it was able to slide into a space next to the yellow and black Camaro. He was only able to relax when one of the side view mirrors flashed him the equivalent of an automotive wave. Any other time such an action would have caused him to question his own sanity.

Things were different now however. The kid had mention something about the Camaro he called Bumblebee having friends that might come looking for him. He had to assume the the silver sports car was one of them. Lennox had to wonder what the sports car would look like when it was transformed. He wondered if the robot was as sleek as the car that it disguised itself as. It wasn't alone however as before long others soon made their appearance. Lennox was surprise when the silver sports car dropped back so that a chartreuse emergency vehicle could take up a flanking position. The tricked out black pickup that showed up next was something that he might have expected. The blaring eighteen-wheeler that rolled in behind the entire convoy however was something that he hadn't expected.

"All aliens to your favorite bilocation." Lennox muttered. There had been more than one time when Sarah was surprised at what he wanted to wear while going out. They had barley made it to the outside of the city when a new disturbance caught his attention. There was major trouble rolling down the highway behind them. Lennox twisted in his seat and raised his arms so that he could alert the other vehicles to the incoming danger.

The blaring siren that sat atop the roof of Barricade's vehicle made helped to clear most of the traffic around himself and his comrades. The cars and trucks that didn't get out of the way by themselves were literally thrown to the side by the mine clearing steel mandibles of Bonecrusher's massive form.

Any vehicle that was moving too slowly for him was simply scooped up and tossed out of the way without so much as a thought on the Decepticons part. He cared nothing for the humans and small pokémon that had been inside of the tossed vehicles. Bonecrusher didn't even bother to slowdown as he transformed on the highway his metal feet cracking concrete and sending sparks flying as he landed. The terrified screams of those that were trapped in their vehicles went unnoticed not because he didn't hear them but because they were simply beneath his notice.

The trucks that were Ironhide and Optimus prime dropped back to take up the challenge that the Decepticon was silently proposing. As Bonecrusher propelled himself towards the pair Optimus dropped back and transformed himself. The sound produced as the two robots slammed into each other was almost like a clap of thunder. Locked arm in arm the pair had no choice but to fall from the upper freeway and crash down upon the freeway below.

A mother driving a van full of screaming and yelling kids barley had time to react to the impossibility that had so suddenly appeared before her. The woman wrenched the wheel over hard only for her van to skid sideways and towards the two fighting robots. Bonecrusher leapt over the van, not to spare the humans inside but to put it between himself and Optimus Prime. He failed however in escaping the pulse blast that Optimus unleashed in his direction instead.

The blast hit home full force and knocked Bonecrusher over the side of the cement lined river basin. Optimus moved warily around the unmoving form of the downed Decepticon. Bonecrusher didn't move at all, not even when Optimus kicked the still form with a massive foot just to be careful. Optimus sensed rather than saw Barricade as he latched onto the Autobot leaders back.

What followed was a flurry of furious movement that only ended when Optimus pried Barricade from his back and slammed him against a freeway pillar. The concrete that surrounded the pillar cracked and one of the metal supports bent slightly. The damage to Barricade was greater however. Barricade himself lay twisted and unmoving at the pillars base. Things were going well so far what with two Decepticons down in only a handful of minutes. Resuming his form of an eighteen-wheeler Optimus blared his horn and pulled back onto the freeway. He needed to catch up with the others.

ooo

The sudden lose of two of their numbers caused the remaining Decepticons to slow and recalculate their plans. This slowing of movement gave their quarry time to exit the freeway and make it into the city. As there was no direct access to the base on the other side, the convoy would have to navigate some of the less traveled streets in order to make their way to the air force base. As they entered a street filled with small stores Lennox motioned for the driver of his vehicle to pull over to the side of the road and park.

Pedestrians looked on at the group of vehicles in awe and confusion while Lennox climbed out of his own ride and made his way towards the idling yellow Camaro with Epps following not far behind him. Sam looked up at the man in confusion when Lennox stepped up to the drivers side winner.

"Give me a minute or two to find an old radio so that I can relay our position." Lennox said as he looked at Sam. Sam nodded. He knew very little about how the military worked. He did however know enough to know what Lennox was talking about if only barley.

"What if they can't call out your air strike?" Lennox almost grinned at Sam's question.

"Well, that would really suck."

"Yeah, it would." Epps added from where he was standing.

Mikaela leaned over Sam slightly to ask her own question. "Shouldn't we keep going towards the airforce base?" Lennox shook his head in a negative.

"It's not good tactics to split up. Just give me a minute." Sam blinked in confusion before letting his eyes dart around him before looking back at Lennox.

"Where are you going to find an old radio?" Lennox grinned slightly before turning and pointing at a store behind him. Sitting across the street from where they were parked was an old pawn shop that had apparently caught the captain's attention.

The bared front windows were filled with all sort of junk both old and recent. the placement of the pawn shop was hardly surprising. There were always a handful of them in any city across the country and Mission City was no different. Besides if they were lucky then they might just find the piece of junk that would save all of their lives.

ooo

The research room and library dated back all the way to Hoover Damns construction. If the 1930's architecture and art weren't enough row upon row of bulging cabinets were some of the first things that caught Maggie's attention.

"Oh my god, paper files." she said in disbelief.

"Welcome to the Mesozoic. The files in here go all they way back to the 1913s." Simmons said to Maggie as he picked up a thick file filled with papers."The files may take a long time to go through but you won't have to worry about accidentally deleting the files."

Off to their left Glen was already taking the back off of one of the many unused computers that filled the room. It didn't take long for Simmons and Keller to begin look for anything that would be able to solder wires and usable microchips into something that would work. As Glen worked he muttered unhappily to himself.

"I'm feeling really anxious here, Maggie. Better keep your distance or I might just throw up on you."

Maggie forced her smile to look encouraging. "I understand completely Glen. Feel free to upchuck if you have to just try to aim first. The last thing we need is for you to throw up on the electronics." Maggie said while pointing to the rapidly growing pile of computer guts. Glen somehow manage to grin back at her.

"I'd puke on you before I'd puke on the gear."

"Thats alright Glen, I know my place in the hierarchy." Maggie said as she placed a reassuring hand on Glen's shoulder. She wasn't going to tell him that this was just about the only time she wouldn't be mad if he puked on her.

Keller dumped an armful of tools on the table next to Glen without so much as a word. Glen dug through the pile before pulling out a small screwdriver and getting to the real work that awaited him in the computer interior. "I could really use a Red Bull right now." he muttered.

"What no Fruity Pebbles?" Maggie asked teasingly. Glen's fingers were almost a blur as they manipulated the components inside of the computer. It was almost like watching a surgeon replace a flesh heart with one made of metal.

"I'd need both hands for Fruity Pebbles."

Simmons didn't know how long the old antenna wires had lain in the back of the room unused and he didn't really care. He simple chose a set and began stripping away the cracked outer covering and the insulation to reveal the copper underneath. He was making good progress on the wires when something slammed into the metal door that led to the access tunnel. Everyone but Glen stopped what they were doing so that they could look at the door.

"That doesn't sound good." Keller commented. A pit of unease already growing in the older man's stomach. The banging and hammering resumed with almost methodical ferocity. Only glen seemed to be able to ignore it as he wired an antenna that Simmons had given to him into the revamped guts of the computer.

"I think I really am gonna barf." Glen mumbled as he he worked. Maggie rushed from his side and headed in the direction of the rattling door.

"Help me hold the door shut." Simmons came up behind her.

"You need to back away from the door! We have protocols for this!" Whatever was on the other side of the door kept hammering away. The doors metal hinges were starting to bend inward because of all of the abuse. Maggie's gaze kept shifting from the door to Simmons.

"What kind of protocols do you have for this?"

"There's a drill we do ever Thursday." Simmons informed them. Maggie shook her head and muttered something about their protocols under her breath.

"Alien invasion Thursday's, I'm sure thats really going to help a lot." Glen called from where he was her head at Simmons Maggie move so that she could help Keller. The older man was shoving a heavy cabinet towards the the heavy paper files that were stored within still had some use after all.

Given their current situation there was a lot to be said about pure deadweight. a portion of the door shuddered and bent forward far enough that a skinny robotic head and part of an upper body were able to make their way through the gap. Frenzy scanned to room before him in order to evaluate its occupants and contents before flexing his torso.

"Get down!" Keller ordered. While me might be a civilian now he had spent his stint in the active military. A trio of deadly disk's were launched from Frenzy' s chest and into the room. Keller tackled Maggie to the ground moments before two of the disks flew over her head. The third disk flew over the keyboard of the computer where Glen was working and nicked one of his fingers before embedding itself into the screen of another computer. Glen practically jumped out of his chair in surprise, nearly abandoning his work as he gawked at the rapidly deteriorating door.

"What the hell is that thing?"

Simmons stumbled over to a glass case that was filled with emergency equipment. "Screw protocols." Simmons snarled. Simmons pulled a riot gun and a box of ammo out of the case and handed both to Maggie. Maggie fumbled with the box for a moment before she realized what she was doing.

"Why the hell did you give me a gun?" Maggie asked as she tossed it to the floor.

"What do you mean why did I give you a gun? I want you to shoot it?" Simmons snarled.

Maggie merely rolled her eyes. "We have pokémon for this sort of thing. Why aren't we using them?" Simmons paused in what he was doing and looked at the young woman in front of him. There was a moment of silence for he began speaking.

"Any thing you have that can use fire, ice, or electric type moves let it out." The pair looked at each other for a moment before their hands reached for their belts. Glen's voice interrupted their actions however and gave them something else to focus on.

"We can transmit."

"Through all this?" Keller asked as he gestured towards the ceiling.

"The network should still exist. It's the transmitters and terminals that went down."Simmons told him. When this place was built every room was wired for radio transmission. When something more advanced came along they took the radios but left the wires. It was more trouble to pull them out than to leave them up." Simmons paused and pointed upwards.

"It's the same with the old antennas on top of the building and the canyon long as they're in one piece they should still work. We're sending Morse out over the wire. Morse isn't advanced so someone should recognize it and send it along." Nodding in understanding Keller turned to Glen.

"Send exactly what I say. "This is Defense Secretary John Keller calling NORTHCOM. Authenticate emergency response Blackbird one-one-"

"-nine-five-Alpha," Glen finished for the older man. The chubby hacker was used to being able to type over a hundred words a minute. It seemed almost prehistoric to him to be typing with only two fingers. one on each key that he needed to use.

Keller however was staring at him. "How do you know my ID?"

"I told your people that I have a hacking problem. I know your codes, the president's codes, and a bunch of other codes. I even know how many time you voted for last years American Idol." Glen said as he tapped away at his two keys.

Keller ground his teth together in annoyance. A few days ago he would have had the chubby man before him locked up for the rest of his life for what he'd just admitted. But now countless lives depended on how familiar Glen was with all the codes that he stolen from hacking. "Just type the damn message!" Keller yelled.

"Okay." Glen paused however his fingers hovering over the keyboard beneath his fingers. "I'm having a serous brain fart here guys. I can't remember my Morse."

"Me neither." Maggie moaned from where she was standing next to Simmons.

"You people have got to kidding me." Simmons said as he release Snip from its pokéball. Glen's announcement had only caused him and the other to temporally forget what they had been doing before. Snip shook himself before he aimed an Ice Beam at the still deteriorating door. There was an annoyed shriek from the other side as Frenzy lunged away from the sudden onslaught of cold. Maggie however was standing by Keller.

"You learned Morse in the navy didn't you?" she asked.

"Sure, thirty years ago." An agitated Keller told her.

Maggie strained to remember something that she had learned so long ago. "There was a song they made you learn for NSA field test but I can't remember it." Maggie started humming to herself as her eyes swept the room. When they landed on Snip's small bipedal form she blushed in embarrassment. A split second later Sparky stood a few feet away from Snip his yellow cheeks sparking and lightning bolt tail lashing. "Shockwave, Sparky."

There was the slightest of crackles before a bolt of electricity launched itself at Frenzy. The small silver mech was forced to retreat for a moment. that moment would be used in an attempt to remember the stupid song that would either get them killed or save their lives. Maggie closed her eyes and went back to humming.

"A dit is a dot, a dot is a dash. Al-pha: dit-dit. It's something like that." Keller's eyes brightened.

"Yeah, that's it. Bravo: dot-dit-dit-dit. It's starting to come back to me!" Simmons glanced at them briefly.

"Thats great. Now sing faster!" he called. There was another sharp crack as Sparky launched another electric attack. Soon after Snip would launch another ice attack or a dark attack. The two of them were taking turns firing at the damaged door whenever Frenzy tried to poke a body part through the hole in the damaged door.

Simmons hoped that they could keep this up because if the door came down the there would be about thirty seconds before the little bot tore into them all. Because he wasn't sure if any of the other pokémon that the group contained would be able to do anything.

oooooo

Here be the new chapter. It's a little late but I spent the weekend at my friends house and left my book here. I needed a little break. I was already getting to the point that I wanted to beat my head in so I though it best to leave this at home. You guys got a little bit of action. I'm doing my best to fit the pokémon into the fight scenes. I'm not too good at fight scenes in the first place so all I can do it pray. There will be more action I promise. I'll have a new chapter in two or three days.

Word Count 11150

Words left 38850