A/N: Back with chapter 10! The plot's getting just a tad bit hard to fit together, and this story honestly isn't too high on my priority list, at the moment _ So please forgive any plot holes and/or inconsistencies ^_^"

Disclaimer: I do not own Megaman or anything related to Megaman, I'm not gaining any money from writing this, Capcom isn't losing any money from my writing this.

Chapter 10

That man, with the domino mask stood in front of Chaud, the man who had effortlessly brought Chaud to his knees. Confused Chaud with a breath, weakened him with one bullet. He raised the gun to Chaud's head, and fired.

Chaud's eyes shot open, he gasped in the gulp of air he so desperately needed what seemed like a moment ago. He was awake, he was alive, and he was in a plain, blank, white room of what looked like a solitary confinement cell. He had no idea where he was, but he was unharmed, both his weapons and concealed weapons hadn't been taken away, and his PET lay on the floor to the right of him.

He blinked again and got up, expecting some sharp pain to hit him, or an ache to come from his movements, but he found none. This wasn't what he was expecting, he was thinking he'd wake up tied half naked to a chair in a dark room with a bright light in his face. This was weird, too weird. He'd been gassed, but what about... The image of the green haired man shot through his head. What about Raika?

Chaud shivered, and not just because of the cold. Raika had a gas mask. He frowned. No, that couldn't be. He checked his PET, Protoman wasn't there. His frown deepened, unharmed, PET, weapons, only thing that was missing was Protoman. Hmm.

Chaud went to the door and tried it, locked. He felt the material and shook the handle a few times, no, ramming it wouldn't do any good. He peered in at the lock and took out his gun, he averted his gaze from the lock to the gun and back to the lock. He put the gun away and grabbed a knife. A gunshot would be way too loud, he still had no idea what was going on, better to be on the cautious side.

He took the small blade and shoved it into the keyhole. He pulled it out, peered in again, and took out a second small blade. He positioned them, inserted them into the key hole, and unlocked the door, easy.

Putting his knives back, he grabbed the gun again and turned the knob slowly. He put an eye to the crack, a curving hallway with cameras, hidden panels for what looked like concealed guns and-

Chaud spun towards the interior of the room, gun pointed in front of him. Chaud narrowed his eyes, nothing. He mumbled, perhaps his senses were a little too sensitive right now.

The hallway curved, he couldn't see what was at the end of the hall. Cameras first. Guns, even if they were automated, take orders from someone. Cameras act as that someone's eyes, if one can't see, one can't fight. At least, not as well.

He played his actions in his head once and stood from his position, taking a gun in each hand, he kicked the door open and dashed into the hall. Two guns, two shots, two cameras. An automated machine gun popped out of a panel on his right, just as Chaud had expected. This battle scenario, it was all familiar, too familiar. When he was chasing that man with the sack of photos, Protoman had went out into a hallway and had been fired at form both directions, first from the right, then left.

He ducked back into the room he came from after making sure the gun had a jack in port, which it did. In Protoman's battle, there had been a man with a gun in the room he was originally in. Chaud turned around and fired several shots into a gun turret that had risen from the floor. Same scenario, but Chaud was ready. He had no idea what this was about, but he was excited, this was exactly the same as before, whoever had taken him into custody had connections to, or might even be the same as, the person who drew him into this whole thing.

Chaud turned back out into the hall, aimed his laser and jacked into the gun. Taking out a cannon battle chip, he aimed the gun at the firing mechanism and destroyed it. Chaud smiled and replaced the cartridge in his right gun, flawless. He stepped out into the hall, feeling his old, elite self, but still alert, still ready, and still striving to defeat a weakness that had been gnawing at him.

Alrighty guys, I pretty much have the rest of the story plotted out in my head, and it'll be ending in three, possibly two, chapters. This chapter was another short one, I apologize, hopefully the next shall be longer, but no promises. I DO promise, however, that the next chapter will be up within the next week or so, maybe less. That should compensate, right? :D Anyways, thanks to all my reviewers again, you guys are amazing. You seriously do not know how freakin' excited I get everytime someone gives me a review. xD Keep 'em coming.