"So… the famous 'Reaper' is in town? This is going to prove most amusing." The figure tossed the paper to the side and picked up the wine glass on his side. The thick, red liquid in it swirled. "Lieutenant, all ahead full. Make your course one-five-zero."

"Aye, sir. Helmsman, come to course one-five-zero, all ahead full."

"One-five-zero, all ahead full aye."

The lieutenant glanced at his commanding officer, who was sipping out of the glass. 'That's definitely not wine. What the hell is he drinking?'

"Mmm! Mm, mmph! Mmm!" The person shouting this struggled on his knees. With the cloth tied, it was pretty hard to understand what he was trying to say. The figure was none other than Kevin, or Ty, himself.

"Shut up." The captain splashed Kevin with the liquid in his wine glass before setting it down.

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"Alright! Rose, Ella, set up an untraceable internet connection. Flamer, you and I will go look around and scout the place," Tom ordered once they unpacked at their new hideout. It was a relatively small wooden cabin. Complete with running water and electricity, it was the perfect place.

Flamer and Tom scanned the area around their cabin and runway. Nobody. They were alone for miles in this isolated place. Tom punched in a number on his phone.

"Jon?"

"Sir?"

"D.N."

"Yes sir." Tom waited for a few seconds.

"Devil's Nest. Secure?"

"Secure. Blackout and I are now stationed at a small, abandoned airfield near an also abandoned port. We're by Surnak."

"Right. Updating location… now. Okay, I'll inform you when you've got some jobs. Have a good day, Reaper." Tom hung up and faced Flamer.

"You know… we are at an airfield…"

"Yeah, so?" Flamer replied, confused.

"We need a plane."

"Are you saying we hijack a plane?"

"Of course! I'm not going to buy a goddamn plane!"

"I think-" His sentence was cut off by a scream.

"What was that?" Flamer asked.

"Probably Ella finding out how dusty the bedroom is. She always did-" Tom's phone rang again.

"Hold that thought." He answered the phone. "Who's this?"

"It's me, Jack."

"Who's Jack?"

"I'm a Shedinja and bodyguard of Kevin."

"Oh, that Jack."

"Listen, Kevin's been kidnapped-"

"Not a very good bodyguard, are you?" Tom chuckled.

"I know who took him. Caught a glimpse before he knocked me out," Jack growled.

"Well? Go on then."

"It's a guy dubbed The Butcher. He's a Typhlosion with many scars and wounds. Also a psycho."

"Well go get him then." Tom was about to hang up when-

"Wait wait wait! I have some information you need to hear!"

"What is it?"

"They're going after Blackout next!"

"What?!"

"I've heard them talking about it." Tom stared at Flamer.

"Oh shit," he hung up the phone, "ELLA!"

They sprinted back to the cabin as fast as they could. Once they were there, Tom had a handgun and throwing knife out while Flamer only had one handgun from Tom's pouch. They searched the cabin but came up with nothing, so they met up in the dining room to talk.

"Anything?" Tom asked.

"Nada. Nothing at all." Flamer looked around before freezing up, staring at one of the kitchen's cupboards. Tom followed his eyesight and stared at it to, he could have sworn he saw something move. Flamer slowly walked up to the cupboard with his gun raised. He swung the door open and stepped back, gun raised.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" the Leafeon, Rose, who was in there, shouted.

"Rose? What're you doing in there? Where's Ella?" Tom asked as he helped her out.

"Some men came into the house. Ella thought they were you guys and so went to them while I stayed here, in the kitchen. I hid the moment I heard Ella scream. I think she was taken by them," she quickly explained. Rose noticed the angered look on Tom's face and added, "Sorry…"

"No… don't be sorry. We're going to get her back. Getting our client would also be an added bonus. I need you, Rose, to find some gear for all three of us since Ella's not here. Flamer, you get the stuff she locates. I'll get us a ride."

"Why not just use the helicopter?"

"One shot to the right place and we skydive without parachutes."

"All right then."

"But… Seeing as all we've got is a chopper right now, I'll take it and trade it for something better suited." Tom walked away and got into the helicopter, flipping the right switches to power it up.

As the helicopter blades started to spin a furious dust storm around it, Flamer went over to Rose.

"So, you got a plan?" he asked. In reply, she took out a laptop and opened it up from sleep mode. The page showed a map with a blinking red dot. "Is that-?"

"Ella. I slapped a little tracker onto her skirt just after we arrived here, just in case anything happens. Great idea on my part if I may say so myself. Anyways, right now she's in the middle of the gulf and headed out towards the ocean. Satellite indicates that they are in a ship, a military one at that."

"Is that bad?"

"It's a Benson-class destroyer, old but still a mean one. Complete with four 5-inch cannons and a fuck ton of torpedoes. Yeah, it's pretty bad. There's not really much we can get that will help with the ship. But I can get us some guns to use when we're on their ship."

"So… What do you need me for?" Rose, still focused on her laptop, waved Flamer away.

"Go jack a car and I'll text you locations where you can find things I want you to find. You do have some money, right?"

"Yeah, I do. Do you need my phone number-?"

"I can find it easily, no need."

Flamer rolled his eyes and exited the cabin. He walked for a few minutes until he found a road. It wasn't a big, busy road, but a few cars passed by now and then. He lifted his hands up and motioned for a car to stop for him. Most cars passed by without acknowledging him but eventually, one stopped.

"Hey," Flamer said as the driver rolled down his window. He noticed that no one was in the car except the driver. Perfect.

"You need something, man?" the driver replied.

"Yeah, I need your car." He pulled out the pistol from before from the back of his trousers and pushed it against the driver's skull. "One wrong move and I'll have to clean bits of your brain off the seat." The driver slowly raised his hands up.

"O-okay man, don't shoot."

"Get out." The man got out, hands still raised. "Run." He ran, as fast as his legs could carry him. Flamer watched him disappear before getting into the car. His phone buzzed.

"She found my number already?" he mumbled. Taking out his phone, he saw a text message from an unknown number. It read:

South-East 2km. Military checkpoint. Armored van with lots of firepower. Take what you want or just take the van.

Attached to it was a satellite photo of the checkpoint. It was a simple roadblock-esque checkpoint with sandbags, armed pokemon and an armored van.

"This should be simple." He unequipped his sword and pulled the previous driver's jacket that was left behind over it and the pistol he used, hiding them from view as he sped down the road in the direction of his objective.

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Tom flew the helicopter, looking for something- anything- that could aid him towards taking over the destroyer ship.

"Bingo," he muttered as he saw a military shipyard coming into view.

"Unidentified aircraft, diverge your course. This is restricted airspace. I repeat again, diverge your course," a voice came over on the radio. He ignored it, circling the base and scouting it.

"Unidentified aircraft, this is your last warning. This is restricted airspace, diverge your course or you will be shot down." Tom pulled out his pistol and shot the radio, silencing it.

"What's that?" He pulled the stick and forced the chopper to hover in the air, taking out a small pair of binoculars from his pouch. He spotted a submarine, a Trafalgar-class nuclear submarine moored within the base. He grinned. The sirens in the shipyard started to wail.

"This'll do just fine…"