Stardashcircle Chapter 10-----------------Watch it all unravel….into chaos.

black peeches: Hey Tay-nith! Wazzup? Hey no, you were NOT annoying, I was just having fun teasing you, because you were such a help in encouraging me not to forget about this story. So thank you. Yeah, Aim goes through much in life. But I wont say more. Yeah, poor Davis. I feel for him. But I can't say things will be getting better for anyone this chapter. Or next chapter either for that matter. Like I said above…. Watch it all unravel in chaos.

Kouzumi93: Hey there! I hope this chapter isn't too long for you. Cuz it's going to be pretty long too, unless I get bored. So I hope you'll enjoy it. Well, there wont really be much to enjoy, since everything is going to go wrong….or maybe not. Hehe. We'll see.

Oh yes. Chaos, here we come. I am sorry to have to bring you in at all. But you had to come sooner or later. Who will save everyone now?

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Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or Rem.

I Own: Aim, McDown, Lt. Johnson, NW, and the other strangers you wont recognize from Digimon.

Note: Chaos is coming………..its coming!

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The red lights flashed on the screen, over and over, trying to proclaim what he already knew. The station was ready to blow. He ignored the lights and kept working, knowing that the only hope for survival lay in whether he made the right decision or not. Sighing, he turned his head to the anxious man at his elbow.

"Your orders sir?" the man asked.

He paused, knowing that he had to say the thing he feared the most. "Is everyone evacuated?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then what are you waiting for? Get out of here. Your mission is to make sure the Package doesn't get taken." He stared at the screen, the NW's cruisers zeroing in on their position. They would be boarding in a manner of minutes.

"Sir I am not leaving without you!" The man exclaimed. He stepped forward, anger etched into his features. "You can't do this!"

"It's me they are after, and you know it. We can't let them get the Package. Once they board, the station will blow, and we will have stopped them." He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder grimly. "This is what I have fought for, strived for, and lived for. It is a cause worth dying for as well."

"You have to lead us," he pleaded. "You are the only one they are really afraid of! If you die, then all of that will be for nothing!"

Stardashcircle shook his head and shoved his friend toward the exit firmly. "No it wont," he declared. "They will know if I leave, and then they will not board. Our mission must be completed if we are to save Earth from being conquered. Besides…" he smiled gently. "If this works, we will effectively destroy all of their top assassins and bounty hunters and agents. This will cripple them for years."

"But what are we to do once you are gone?"

"Keep fighting, of course. As long as the NW remain a threat, we must keep fighting. You are not helpless without me."

He sighed, distressed, but hurried to the exit. "I think you're making a mistake," he complained to his Commander.

Stardashcircle grinned. "You always say that. Watch over them for me, wont you?"

He smiled. Stardashcircle could only have meant his twin sons. "I will," he promised.

The last thing he saw before escaping was the NW army entering the Station. It was only minutes later that the entire station blew up, destroying half of the NW entire army. Stardashcircle was right. They would be crippled for years.

But they would come back. They were determined to take Earth, and not even Stardashcircle was going to stop them. Who was going to stop them when that time came? Could they ever be stopped? Or would the NW forever remain the greatest threat to the Universe?

Only time would tell. It seemed the only hope left remained in the Package. He sure hoped Stardashcircle's plan would not be in vain.

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"It all began a year ago," Seraphimon began, using his hands to make motions as he talked. "The world was finally at peace, and all of our data had been restored, thanks to you children. For once, the digital world was as whole as it was when it was first created. Our world was situated close to your world, in another dimension so that it could not be found. And there were several layers of data, like your atmosphere, that protected our world from being found by yours. And for once, everything worked the way it was supposed to.

"That was when things began to go wrong. No one knew at first what was happening, but slowly, the digital 'atmosphere' was being depleted. We thought it was a digimon, but searching proved us wrong. No matter what we did, the 'atmosphere' continued to disappear, until one day it was all gone. After that, digimon began to disappear as well. We couldn't ignore the problem anymore, nor pretend that it would go away. So we sent the best to find out the problem."

"The legendary warriors," Tommy interrupted. "Right?"

Seraphimon nodded. "Yes. But when they began to disappear as well, we grew more worried. We were helpless, as every day more of our world and more digimon vanished from our dimension. That was when Lobomon returned with a terrible discovery. Humans from another world than your own had discovered our world, and were scanning our data."

"Wait," Shinya interrupted rudely, shocked. "Humans from a world other than ours? You mean…."

"We do not know where they are from, only that they are not from your world. They are scanning our data into their computers, and as they scan, the data becomes lost. Digimon scanned into their computers can never return, the way digimon are supposed to. Nor can the data from our world ever be regained." Seraphimon dropped his head. "We are going extinct. Without the help of you humans, we shall cease to exist."

Shinya gaped at him, horrified. "How could they do something like that? Come in out of nowhere to start stealing your very home and lives!" He stood up, angry. "That's vile! I can't believe they would do something like that! They should pay for they are doing!"

Tommy stared at him quietly, and then turned to Seraphimon. "What about….Kumamon? Is he…" he swallowed a lump in his throat, "…scanned?"

Seraphimon nodded sadly. "I'm sorry Tommy," he said gently. "You two were good friends. He was a kind warrior, to the very end. He tried to save Kazemon from getting scanned, but was never able to in the end…."

Shinya glanced at Tommy, and was shocked to see tears suddenly beginning to stream down his cheeks. Tommy was….crying?

"Kumamon…." Tommy whispered. "He's….not coming back…" he squeezed his eyes shut painfully. "I promised him that one day I would return to the digital world to see him again. And when you called us here, I thought…I thought I'd be keeping that promise. But instead….I find that I'll never…ever…see him again…." He covered his face with his arm and cried silently.

The whole room was silent, as the new chosen children sat staring at each other helplessly. Finally, Shinya could take no more of it.

"So why are we here?" he demanded loudly, glancing around at everyone. "Why are we here if not to help? There must be some reason you called us here besides to tell us what's going wrong." He crossed his arms and stared up at Seraphimon boldly. "Whatever you want us to do, I don't care. I'm in. Takuya said that I'd have to be willing to fight and die for this world. Well I've only seen a tiny bit, and already I know that this world is worth fighting for. If I can do anything to help, just let me know. Besides," he glanced down at Tommy, "I'm sure that Kumamon, whoever he was, was a good friend to Tommy. We can't just let that memory die without a fight. Right?"

Tommy looked up at him helplessly. "Without Kumamon, I'm nothing," he sighed. "I never was anything until I met him. And now he's gone, and there's no way to bring him back. What could I possibly do?"

"Besides, these people are aliens! We don't even know how to stop them!" Kariko complained. She hugged herself, scared. "We're just kids! What can we do?"

"Nothing," Jeremiah stated with a frown. "Yeah it's awful, but there's nothing we can do about it!"

Suzie simply said nothing, but frowned and stared at the wall anxiously.

Shinya shook his head at them, and turned back to Seraphimon. "Why are we here?" he asked. "Unless you think we can help stop you from being scanned?"

Seraphimon sighed weakly. "That was my hope," he admitted. "As soon as humans entered our world, the scanning stopped. Your presence makes it impossible for them to continue scanning us."

"But why is that?"

"You sure ask a lot of questions, but I appreciate it," Seraphimon said, seeming to smile. Shinya couldn't really tell, since he had a mask on his face. "I don't really know, but I believe that in order for humans to come here, the digital world has to change slightly, to be able to support you. And you also, need to change in order to survive here. The change seems to affect the scanning. It's almost as if you humans are like a shield to us. Wherever you are, the scanning cannot affect us."

"So then all we have to do is…" Shinya tried to think of an easy solution, but couldn't come up with anything. "Um…." He sighed and gave up. "Well, what did you have in mind."

Seraphimon sighed as well. "Actually, I don't know. I was hoping that you humans would be able to help. I would have asked Takuya, your brother, and the others to help, but your world needs them. And the digital world chooses its own rescuers. You five were chosen, and here you are. Meaning you have a purpose, and only you will be able to save us."

Shinya blinked and thought about this. So what it came down to…. Was that he, Shinya, was one of the only five people in the entire world who could save everyone's lives. He had to be a hero. He had to fight, because no one else could.

Takuya was right, he laughed wryly. For once, Takuya was actually right. And yet, I'm sure that if he were here, he would know what to do. Instead I'm here… totally helpless…

Totally helpless.

"Well what are we waiting for?" Suzie asked, standing up. She came and stood next to Shinya. "Lets get as many digimon as we can to a safe place, and find out how to protect them. There must be a way to protect the world from being scanned. Are you guys in or not?"

Tommy nodded, standing up. "Always," he whispered, tears still streaming down his face. "No matter what happens. I always knew there was a risk. I'm not backing out now."

Kariko hesitantly stood up. "I always wanted this," she said slowly. "And now that I have it, I'm not sure I want it. But I'm not backing down just because I'm scared."

Jeremiah sighed and stood up. "And I'm not getting left behind. Let's go ruin the enemy's plans."

Shinya grinned, and turned back to Seraphimon. "We're here to fight, and we'll fight to win," he said triumphantly. "And we wont stop until you're safe."

Seraphimon smiled at them. Or seemed to anyway. "Thank you," he said. But in truth, he wasn't even sure what these kids could do against so great an enemy.

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"We're here," Izzy said with a sigh. And everyone gaped at the immensity of the hideout. He wasn't lying when he said it was a government-issue hideout. "Take a seat somewhere, because we have a lot to discuss." He glared at Kouichi's dog, annoyed that the dog was still hanging around, and took a seat at his computer. "Tai, you have the stage."

Tai made a weird face, and stood up from his chair reluctantly. It was awkward. He, Tai, was in charge. What a weird feeling. "I'll recap," he said with a sigh, "for anyone who needs it. We all probably need one. Basically, some enemy is trying to take over our world, and the digital world as well. Since we are the only people who can stop it, they want to kill us or kidnap us. It looks like kidnap. The only way we are safe is if we stick together, and work together, and find out all we can about our enemy. And what we know so far is that they are aliens, and took Davis away on a spaceship. And the only clue we have are the letter "N-W."

"So far, the people we know about that are kidnapped are: Davis, Kouji, Takuya, and Rika? Right? Yeah. That's four of us. We can't let it be any more. Now are there any digidestined who aren't here?"

Henry raised his hand, so Tai pointed to him. "My sister isn't here, because she went to the digital world."

"She did?" Kari exclaimed. "Lucky."

Henry simply shrugged.

"I see Kouichi here," Zoe said timidly, an extreme look of fear on her face, "But no one else from our group. Kouji and Takuya got kidnapped, but what about JP and Tommy? They are still unsafe!"

"So that's two that still need to get here. Any others Izzy?"

Izzy clicked a couple keys on his keyboard, and glanced up at Tai distractedly, as if something was bothering him. "Huh? Well, there are more digidestined, yes, all over the world. You know that. But they've never been to the digital world, so they're not in danger. That's pretty good for us. I've sent out an anonymous email telling them to be careful, and almost all of them are willing to help us out in any way they can."

"Perfect," Tai sighed, sitting down. "So who has questions?"

"I do," Rem declared, sounding annoyed. All eyes turned toward here. She paused for a second, and then blurted, "Who are you people?"

Ryo snickered, amused. "We're digidestined," he replied.

"Heroes of the digital world, if you will," Izzy added. "And who are you again?"

"A bounty hunter, in-training." Rem sighed and rolled her eyes. "Althought technically I already passed training. I am an agent against the Night Wanderers, and most of my missions are spying missions on them."

"I thought you weren't allowed to go on missions or have contact with any outside people," Takato pointed out, glancing at Ryo for confirmation. He was still a little bit confused. This was all to sci-fi for him.

"Well yeah, as far as I my dad knows, which is why I have to do this in secret." Rem rolled her eyes. "DUH!"

"Please, lets try to be polite," Tai sighed, rubbing his head. "Now there's something else I have to ask you Rem. Who are you working for? And why couldn't you tell us before? What are Night Wanderers?"

"Well…" Rem laughed, "Night Wanderers are a kind of spider that…um…nevermind. But Night Wanderers, or NW for short, are this enemy you're talking about. Basically they are the largest most dangerous Empire in the entire universe, and they want your planet."

"Why our planet?" Kouichi asked, frowning.

"Because, idiot, it has the largest source of fresh water and resources than any other planet, and has six billion people living on it. That would make a great addition to ANY empire, I should think."

"I said try to be polite…"

"Right, sorry, I just…never mind. As for your other questions, I am working for a group called Stardashcircle. It's like a Black Ops team that no one knows about, that work to supply worlds like yours that are in danger with a means of fighting back. I just joined recently, because someone referred me to them. And boy am I glad I did. Except…I'm not really supposed to tell you that…" she fidgeted. "But I guess you guys have a right to know…"

"Yeah, we do," Matt complained suspiciously. "And I still don't know if I trust you."

"Fine by me," she replied blankly.

Tai nodded, and turned to Izzy. "Then my last questions are directed at you, and Ken." He nodded in Ken's direction, he glanced up, looking puzzled. He was still thinking. Interesting. "What is it that is bothering Ken, and what is it that you know Izzy?"

Ken frowned. "What's bothering me is this whole deal with the NW. In order for them to know about the digital world, they have to have had some way of contacting people like us here on Earth. Which means they must have been in contact with one of us in this room—minus those that are captured or not here—to get that information. My question is, who was it, and when was it? Was it me? I am trying to remember if my time as the Digimon Kaizer had anything to do with it, but it doesn't seem to match. My guess is it was someone else. Somebody here let the NW find out about the digital world, and that's where our problem began. My question is….who was it?"

There was a long pause, until finally, Izzy cleared his throat. "That's where I come in," he answered quietly, guiltily. "It was me."

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General McDowen entered the room with a purposeful gait, an impatient expression on his face. "I want to know where that hideout is," he growled.

St. Sarnoff frowned in annoyance as he turned to the General. "I have everything under control here," he complained.

"If everything is under control, where is the hideout? He's just a kid. You should be having no trouble getting it out of him."

"You are too impatient," Sarnoff muttered under his breath. "In time, sir. That's all it will take. First you have to get him to stop speaking gibberish." He turned back to his sobbing victim, frustrated with the General's impatience. "This is my area of expertise. I know what I'm doing."

McDowen frowned, but didn't reply. Sarnoff was right, of course, but he was sick of everything going wrong. Perhaps he was too impatient. So would Sergeant Sarnoff if he had the weight of the entire Empire's impatience on his shoulders. The Emperor was sick of waiting around. The operation was supposed to be done by now!

He turned his attention to the boy on the table, and watched Sarnoff work. They boy, strapped down by his arms, legs, chest, and neck was barely able to move at all, and there were needles in his arms from his wrists to his elbows; about six needles in each arm. He was sweating, tossing his head from side to side in obvious pain, and tears were streaming down the sides of his face into his ears, probably a most uncomfortable position.

He turned his gaze toward the General pleadingly, his eyes red and swollen from crying, and his chocolate-y hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. McDowen turned away, unable to look at him, lying there so helpless while they tortured him…

He walked back toward the door, wondering how on earth he managed to sleep at night. Get a grip, he scolded himself. You see this kind of thing every day. One kid is not going to make a difference.

Yeah, but he's just a kid….

McDowen groaned inwardly, and turned back to Sarnoff. "Sergeant," he said loudly. The Sergeant turned to stare at him questioningly. I can't believe I'm about to do this… "I need your help with something else. That's why I came in here."

Sarnoff gave him a surprised look, and then smirked at him. "Oh I see," he stated simply. He walked forward, a sly look in his eyes. "You're not thinking what I think you're thinking….are you?"

The General stiffened, annoyed. "I am in charge here. If you say patience is what it takes, leaving him alone for a minute wont change anything." But if I'm going to make him stop, I can't just leave him on the table…I know how painful those needles can be…

"Hmm," Sarnoff replied. He turned back to his victim thoughtfully. "Of course sir, whatever you say. But this is going in my report, of course. We wouldn't want the Emperor to think you're incapable of fulfilling your duties because you've gone soft now would we?"

For a split second, there was a spark of hope in the boy's eyes. Then he seemed to realize that no matter what, he was still going to get tortured. The hope died, and he continued crying and talking nonsense.

McDowen was angry now. Sarnoff was right. This was his last chance to prove himself. He was not falling back to the bottom again! "If that's what you think you're wrong," he snapped. "Finish up in here, but I need you when you're done. Remember the boy you drugged? Well I need you for the tests." He turned and walked to the door, not sure whether he was more upset at himself that he was going along with the torture, or that he had even felt bad in the first place. He was not supposed to be weak!

"Of course sir," Sarnoff replied, grinning at nothing in particular.

McDowen ignored him, and hurried back to the testing room. He had to get his mind back to business. This was a war. His last chance to prove himself. And no kid was going to mess that up!

Except that he's just a kid.

Applying his mind to whatever he was working on was the only way he could stop thinking about it.

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"I don't see anything Kouji," Takuya sighed, sick of walking around. He collapsed to his knees, and sat down, exhausted. "At least my head is starting to clear."

Kouji walked a little bit further, and then joined him on the floor of the digital plane. He didn't really want to lose Takuya to this endless white. "Yeah," he agreed. His head was becoming clearer too. Thank goodness. Drugs stunk. There was no way he was ever going to get addicted to them in his life, even if he ever got the chance There was just no way.

"Maybe the legendary warriors were too smart to get scanned," Takuya suggested hopefully. But even as he said it, he doubted it. "You'd think this place would be full of digimon, but I can't see any."

"It is," Renamon's voice replied, startling both of them. She suddenly appeared beside them. "They simply like to hide, in hopes that they will not get deleted forever like the rest of us."

Kouji made a disgusted face. "So what now. Have you found Rika?" He knew by the expression on Renamon's face that the answer was no. "Don't worry, she'll find you." He wasn't sure why he said it, but he felt like it would comfort her. "I doubt she'd let anything happen to you. I wouldn't let anything happen to my friends, if it were me."

Takuya smiled faintly. "Neither would I," he mumbled. "But sometimes we aren't in a position to be able to do anything. Like right now."

Renamon stared upwards helplessly. "And what do you do in those kind of situation?"

Takuya stared at her gravely. "You hang on, and continue to believe in them. Sometimes, all it takes is faith and hope. Doubting never helped anyone. Your believing in them gives them strength to keep going, and visa-versa, even if you can't do anything at all. Simply surviving is often enough." He sighed and looked around him, wishing he could find Agunimon. "I think you can trust that Rika would do anything to help you. I would trust her, and not give up hope."

Renamon gazed at him strangely, and then sighed. "But you don't even know her," she said eventually. "How can you know what she will do?"

"Because she has you for a friend," Kouji replied. It was like he knew what Takuya was about to say, and simply said it for him. "Anyone who has been to the digital world has been there for a reason. You don't come away from that without gaining this kind of understanding. Besides, if she's your Tamer, then she has to be the type who doesn't give up easily."

Takuya frowned, slightly annoyed that Kouji took away his answer, and then cocked his head. "But what is a Tamer?" he asked. "And how do you know what it is?"

Kouji smirked at him, and glanced at Renamon. "Isn't it obvious?" he asked. "It's the same thing. Rika is Renamon's partner, just as you were Agunimon's partner, in a way. It makes perfect sense."

Takuya thought about it, then nodded. "Yeah, I guess. I never consciously thought the word 'partner' when I thought about Agunimon, but now that you mention it, it couldn't really be anything else."

Renamon stared at the two of them, and suddenly began to feel hopeful again. "They're right," she thought. "Rika would never give up. If I can sense her, maybe she can sense me." She glanced up at the never-ending whiteness desperately. "Rika…where are you?"

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"I'm here Renamon!" Rika whispered, her heart tugging at her urgently. Renamon needs me… "I'm here…I'm just…stuck." She sighed, and stared at her D-power angrily. "Stupid thing wont tell me what to do." She stuffed it in her pocket, and looked around. Maybe there was a way down. But no, if she got down, she'd be seen. And then there went her chance for survival! Or escape.

"I guess maybe I should escape first…? I don't know!" She held her head and groaned inwardly, afraid of making too much noise. What was she supposed to do?

She was momentarily distracted by voices below her, and leaned her head against the floor of the passageway to listen.

"Locate one of those creatures and run a scan on it. We need to find out if the problem at the digital world is occurring here too. Why is it that we can't continue to scan?"

"Yes, sir. We have one located. And sir?"

"What is it?" He sounded annoyed. And distracted. And familiar…

"Its near the two prisoners we threw in there."

There was a pause, and then the one called 'Sir' exhaled. "Good," he said thoughtfully. "Or first question has been answered. They, unlike anyone else onboard this station, are able to enter the digital field. I wonder if the scan will affect them too. Don't worry about them. Complete the scan. We're going to get rid of them anyway."

"Yes, sir."

There were several sounds of computers working and people typing, and a couple beeping noises, and then a sudden feeling of dread began to fill Rika. Renamon was in danger! Somehow, they had chosen her, and were going to scan her!

Renamon no! She threw her hand over her mouth, trying to keep herself from crying out, and tried to think of something to do. But there was nothing. She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped her D-power with both of her hands. Oh God, please don't let it scan her….

Several painful minutes went by, and then someone began to talk again.

"Something's happening," someone exclaimed. "And it's stopping the scan!"

"What is it?" The 'sir' sounded anxious.

"I don't know! Its coming from the creature. We can't scan it. It's like it has some kind of a shield. It came out of nowhere!"

"That's impossible!"

"Perhaps it came from the captives…"

"Then run the test on them! I want to know what's going wrong!"

Rika listened harder, hope suddenly beginning to rise, and crawled forward. The floor beneath her fell away, and she landed heavily on top of someone sitting at a computer. Both man and girl were on the floor, startled, and for a second nothing happened. Then she looked up to find herself looking into the eyes of the General.

"Well!" he exclaimed in annoyance. "This is a surprise isn't it?"

Rika gulped, shaking visibly. That's it. She was doomed.

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A simple shadow was all that betrayed the presence of a young man standing at the entrance to a deserted building. Slowly, a figure stepped out of the shadows, revealing himself from his hiding place. He glanced through the doorway suspiciously, then took a deep breath.

This had to be the place.

He entered slowly, walking around fallen beams of wood and avoiding treading on broken glass from the smashed and now boarded-up windows. There was absolutely no sound except for the sound of his own footsteps, as he walked hesitantly toward the only room that was closed. When he reached the door, he hesitated momentarily before reaching out and pushing the door open.

The stranger was standing inside, waiting for him. "Can I help you?" he asked, a scrutinizing expression in his eyes.

The young man walked forward, pushing his fear of the unknown out of his mind. "I am looking for the Package," he declared, his voice shaking slightly. If the letter were true, then this would be the place…

The man stared at him silently, and then broke into a wry smile. "I have waited a long time for you to be ready," he answered with a sigh. "But I'm afraid the Package is not meant for you."

The young man frown, his sharp green eyes growing clouded with confusion. "What do you mean, not for me?" he stared helplessly at him, frustrated that he had come so far, only to find that he still knew nothing. "If not me then who is it for?"

The man walked forward and held out a small envelope in his hand. "Not for you, but for you to carry from this day forward." He handed it to him, and stepped back. "My mission is complete. This is where yours begins. And never are you to open it."

The young man took the package, glaring at it angrily. "And what mission is that?"

"To deliver the Package of course," the man replied, "to the ones who can help you find what you're looking for."

"And who are they?"

"The only hope left for this world," he said gravely. "You have to find them on your own. My mission was to survive long enough to give it to you. It is your job to find who they are." The man walked past him, leaving him standing helplessly in the middle of the room.

He looked up, frustrated. "But how do I know who they are?" he asked. But his question remained unanswered. No matter how hard he looked, the man was gone. Once again, he was alone.

He looked down at the envelope in his hands. The only hope for this world huh? How will I know? Helplessly he walked out, leaving the building. He only walked a couple feet before stopping in complete shock. There, lying with his face to the ground, was the man who had just given him the pachage….dead.

"Drop the Package and put your hands in the air," a harsh voice ordered. He turned his head slowly, and gulped as he realized he was completely surrounded. How on earth had he gotten himself into this?

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Lt. Johnson entered the testing room, a little surprised to see the girl lying on top of one of the younger soldiers. She looked terrified, and looked like she must have fallen from the ceiling or something. He glanced up, and saw that she had fallen through the air vent. Ah, so that's where she went. Funny, no matter how hard they looked or tested the air vents, it all seemed that she wasn't there. She must be very clever indeed...

He glanced at the younger soldier, one of the few computer geniuses that they had drafted from another planet, and scowled at him. "Get up," he ordered. The young man did so, glancing apologetically at the girl before pushing her off him and standing up. Satisfied, Johnson turned to the General.

"Where were you?" the General asked, ordering the security to grab the girl and hold her tight.

"Fixing a problem," Johnson replied dully. And what a problem it was beginning to be.

McDowen raised his eyebrows questioningly, and then suddenly seemed to understand. "And how is the situation?" he asked eventually. "How long will it take before we can send him to retreave the one we're looking for?"

Johnson sighed. "I am not sure, sir. It could take a couple days. It's a very tricky situation."

"As I understand," McDowen frowned, annoyed. "But onto other business...Lets talk about what we're going to do with her."

The girl glared at everyone in the room hatefully, but not quite as severely to the young man she had fallen on top of. She seemed like she felt bad about it. "You aren't going to do ANYTHING to me," she snapped.

The General raised his eyebrows, and Johnson could see that there were many things on his mind that were bothering him. "Oh?" he asked sarcastically. "We'll see about that, now wont we?"

The girl continued to glare, but she seemed to understand that she was helpless to whatever they had planned for her.

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I'd keep writing, but people would complain it's too long. How sad. I never think it's too long. But I guess I'll end it here for now. Don't get your hopes up, because things aren't about to be getting any better for anyone.

In fact, things will be getting a lot worse. Think you can handle it? Keep reading! And keep reviewing. I love reviews.

Till next time! So long. And thanks for your prayers. Finals are finished! Hooray!

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