Hey my peeps, wassaaaappp. Oh, I have got to stop watching The Boondocks. I am way too white. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Have fun.

Aerrow and Jessica woke up to each others' smiling faces. There was a very beautiful sunrise coming, and their room was positioned just right so that they got to see all of it. And then the moment was ruined by Johnathon, of course, as he kicked down the door and scared the both of them.

"Rise and shine everybody." he shouted. Then Johnathon noticed Aerrow and Jessica cowering beneath the covers. "Did I scare you?" he asked. Both Aerrow and Jessica nodded. Johnathon grew an evil smile. "Piper, you owe me twenty bucks." shouted Johnathon.

"Dammit!!!!!!" they all heard from the dining room. Johnathon turned around and started to walk down to the dining room to collect his money. Aerrow rolled over to see Jessica glaring at the spot where Johnathon once stood.

"I hate it when he does that." she said, with gritted teeth.

"Hay, he's gone now." Aerrow pointed out.

"And?" she asked.

"So it's nice and quiet." said Aerrow.

"And?" said Jessica, lying back down with Aerrow.

"And, I think I'm going to go and see what's for breakfast. Do you want anything?" he said, running out of things to say.

"Coffee, cream and three sugars." said Jessica sitting up. "And some toast if there is any. Please and thank you."

"Okay." said Aerrow.

Fifteen minutes earlier.

Johnathon woke up at five in the morning, breathing deeply, sitting on the bed rest, and wiping sweat off of his brow. Piper woke up a few seconds later and noticed him.

"You okay babe?" she asked, still half asleep. She sat up and stretched, and hugged one of his arms and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, just, uh, just a very bad dream." said Johnathon. "It's nothing special. Just some prison nightmares." he said, rubbing the inside of his left forearm.

"Oh. Well we need to chat." said Piper.

"About?" asked Johnathon.

"About where are you gonna begin with this terra's liberation." said Piper.

"Well, I can't really think without causing a little bit of mayhem first." said Johnathon. "I'll bet you twenty dollars, that if Aerrow and Jessica are awake, and I kick their door down, it'll scare the hell out of them."

"No way, that's stupid. Of course they're gonna be scared. I'd jump too if you kicked down our door at random." said Piper.

"Ahh, that's what you think. But I have been doing that to Jessica for years." said Johnathon.

"Okay, I'll take your bet. But only if they're awake." said Piper, getting up and starting to walk down to the dining room. Johnathon followed for a bit and stopped in front of a room. He gently did a few practice kicks, placed his foot on the door knob, and slammed the door with his foot. In the room, Aerrow and Jessica lied on the bed, shielding themselves with the comforter. Score thought Johnathon.

Current time.

Johnathon found Piper in front of the lounge talking to Desmond.

"Oh hey Johnathon." said Desmond.

"Hey Desmond. Umm, not if it's too much to ask, but Kyle and I would like to help you get your dad out of jail." said Johnathon.

"Well, I don't want to see a Sky Knight squadron and a couple of civies-" said Desmond.

"What are civies?" asked Piper.

"Civilians." said Johnathon and Desmond in unison.

"Oh, Johnathon and Kyle, they're not civilians." said Piper.

"They're not?" asked Desmond.

"Nope. Kyle and I are mercenaries of the Sky Knight Council." said Johnathon.

"Oh well, then of course, by all means. I could use all the help I can get, cause, Fagan, he can't really hit the broad side of a barn, let alone kill a couple of talons." said Desmond.

"I COULD TOO." shouted Fagan from the dining room.

"Shut up Fagan." shouted Desmond.

Johnathon walked up next to Piper and stuck his hand out. Piper just stared at Johnathon's hand, and eventually, just high fived it. Johnathon sighed and rolled his eyes, and pulled out a piece of paper.

"I got a shopping list." said Johnathon.

"Oh, okay." said Desmond, opening the lounge door. "Go nuts."

"You wouldn't happen to have any crystals would you." asked Piper.

"Oh, crystals. You should talk to Fagan, cause, I'm not a very big expert." said Desmond giving Piper an apologetic look.

"Alright, thanks." said Piper. "You wouldn't happen to know where I could find him do you?"

"Yeah, he's making all the food for breakfast." said Desmond.

"Thanks." she said. "Are you coming Johnathon?"

"No, I'm gonna do some shopping for a little bit since my arsenal is back on the Condor." said Johnathon.

"Okay, well, I'll see you later." she said, kissing him on the cheek.

"Bye." said Johnathon. "Okay Desmond, let's get too work. How do you plan on breaking your dad out?"

"Well, if you wanna look at the schematics, and think of something, that would be great." answered Desmond.

"Wait, you don't have a plan?" asked Johnathon, with wide eyes.

"Not really. Is that a problem?" he asked.

"No, Desmond. I'm sure that if we just walk into the prison with nothing but our happy thoughts, I'm absolutely positive that we'll come out of this victorious." said Johnathon.

"Really?" asked Desmond, in awe.

"NOOO!" snapped Johnathon. "Are you new at this?!" asked Johnathon.

"Yes, but I'm just a teenager. Same as you, so cut me some slack." said Desmond.

"Well you don't need to be the Dark Ace to know that you need a plan if you doing a jailbreak." said Johnathon."Hold on, I'll call my esteemed colleague over. He'll think of something. KYLE!!!!!"


"Hey, Fagan. Desmond said that you are a big crystal expert, and I was just wondering if you have any." said Piper.

"S-Sure P-Piper." stuttered Fagan. "I-I'm s-s-sorry ab-about the stuttering. I-I g-g-get really n-n-nerv-v-ous around girls that I don't know." said Fagan.

"Oh it's okay. I don't think it's that bad." said Piper.

"L-let j-just get this food tak-k-en c-care of." said Fagan. "T-then I-I'll t-take you t-to my v-v-vault."

"You have a vault?" asked Piper. Fagan finished up the food and served everyone.

"Umm... none for me thanks. I don't know where these eggs came from and I would really like to avoid anything unless I've seen it's place of origin." said Stork.

"Oh relax Stork. It's not poisoned or anything." said Piper. "Alright Fagan, can we go see the vault now?" asked Piper.

"S-S-Sure." said Fagan.


"Okay, what do you want form me Desmond? It's like every plan that I make just isn't good enough for you." said Kyle.

"Well, I have to admit, I did like the one where you get the wallop over there to start knocking some heads, while you, Johnathon and I storm the prison and look for my dad cell by cell." said Desmond.

"No, and I will tell why, just like I did Five minutes ago. That plan will take way too fricken long unless we have some one that can work a prison security computer." said Johnathon.

"Well I think-" said Desmond, just catching Piper and Fagan going upstairs. He just overheard Fagan stuttering, and saw him turn around and give him a wink. "Hey uhh Johnathon. If I were you, I'd go and follow my brother and your girlfriend." said Desmond, making a time-out gesture.

"Why?" asked Johnathon.

"Umm, because his lab is on the basement level and they just went upstairs. Plus the fact that he just turned around and winked at me while watching your girlfriend's ass. She's got a nice one by the way."said Desmond.

"Kyle." said Johnathon, snapping his fingers. Kyle took the initiative and smacked Desmond in the back of the head, hard. Johnathon went upstairs and found the two walking down the hall. Fagan was stuttering whenever he responded to Piper. Johnathon rolled his eyes, but watched intently as Fagan's hand lightly brush Piper's waist. She didn't seem to notice, so he grabbed her which immediately led to a red hand print across Fagan's face. That's my girl, thought Johnathon, as Piper started to storm off in his direction.

"D'you see that?" asked Piper.

"Yep. Good slap." said Johnathon still watching Fagan in pain.

"Thanks. My mom taught me." said Piper.

"Is it just me or does every predator and/or pervert in all of Atmos seem to follow you when I'm around." asked Johnathon.

"I don't know. So, have you and Desmond figured out a plan yet?" said Piper.

"Not really. I've even brought Kyle into this and yet Desmond still won't get off his ass and make a decision." said Johnathon.

"Well, can I help?" asked Piper.

"Sure." said Johnathon as they walked back to the they walked back into the lounge they saw Kyle and Desmond throwing up fisticuffs. "Oh god." said Johnathon, slapping his forehead.

"Should we separate them?" asked Piper.

"No, let's just let this take it's natural course. Wanna go for a walk?" asked Johnathon, changing the subject,

"Yeah, sure. Let's just get changed before we go out though." said Piper. Johnathon looked down at what he was wearing.

"Eh, good idea." he said. They both got changed and went outside. It was a beautiful day out.

"Well, seeing as Desmond set me up with Fagan, wanna come do a little shopping of my own?" asked Piper.

"Sure." said Johnathon. They walked around the town foe a while until they found a very small antique store.

"Wait, maybe they can give us some directions." said Piper.

"Okay." said Johnathon. He walked up and held the door open for Piper.

"Oh what a gentleman." said Piper. The store looked a lot bigger on the inside than it did on the outside. There was a little old man in a rocking chair behind the counter. He had tan skin, black hair, a thick mustache over his lip, and he appeared to be sleeping. Johnathon walked up to the counter and saw that it had a little bell on it. He put his finger on the button and rang the bell.

The man sprang up and picked up a broom and started to swing it.

"Te dije que las garras que tendria su dinero de los impuestos para el viernes proximo." he said, still half asleep. He swung the broom at the two. Piper ducked out of the way, Johnathon caught the broom. The old man opened his eyes and realized that he had almost harmed two customers. "Ah, lo siento. Pense que eran los perros de garra." he said.

A/N: That's spanish for "I told you talons that I would have your tax money by next Friday. Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were those talon dogs."

"Es amigo de nada." said Johnathon letting go of the broom. Piper stared in awe.

"I didn't know you could speak another language." she said.

"Well, you have to figure, we've only been dating for a couple of days. There's still a lot of things you don't know about me." said Johnathon.

"Puedo ayudar ustedes dos, en cualquier forma hoy en dia?" asked the shopkeeper.

"Si. Tiene usted alguna mapas?" asked Johnathon.

"No senior. Pido disculpas." said the shopkeeper.

"What did you ask?" asked Piper.

"I asked if he has any maps." said Johnathon.

"Well, does he?" asked Piper.

"No, he doesn't." said Johnathon. He turned once more to the shopkeeper. "Se sabe por casualidad donde podiamos conseguir alguna?"

"Le deseo suerte con eso, las garras nos han robado todo lo que tenemos. Nuestro dinero, nuestras unicas poseciones y incluso a nuestors hijos." said the shopkeeper. He took out a picture of a little girl who looked exactly like him. The girl looked to be about ten in the photo. "Yo solia recibir frecuetes cartas de ella. Para, un dia, todos parecieron detenerse." he said, wiping tears form his eyes.

"What's he saying?" asked Piper.

"He's saying," said Johnathon, also stating to wipe tears form his eyes, "that the talons have taken everything. They've taken they're money, possessions, and they're children. That's his daughter. She used to write to him quite frequently, and then, one day, they all just seemed to stop."

"Oh my god." said Piper, putting her hand over her mouth.

"Y tu, sabes si aun esta vivo?" asked shopkeeper simply shook his head.

"What." said Piper quietly.

"He doesn't even know if she's still alive." said Johnathon.

"Gracias por escuchar. La mayoria de personas no tienen un corazon lo suficientemente bueno para darme la hora del dia." said the shopkeeper. (Thank you for listening. Most people don't even give me the time of day.).

"Su amigo de la recepcion." said Johnathon. "Come on Piper, he doesn't know where we can find some maps. Let's keep looking." said Johnathon guiding Piper out of the antique shop. "Adios senior." said Johnathon as he waved at the shopkeeper. He waved back and sat back down in his chair. He smiled to himself, and looked around his store, and found what he was looking for behind the counter.

"Ah, que diablos" he said. He grabbed the paper and ran out of his store. "Senior! Senior! He encontrado un mapa muy recente." he shouted. (Sir,Sir. I found a recent map.).

"En serio?! Um bien, cuanto?"asked Johnathon. (You serious?! Um great, how much?).

"No es nada. Piense en ello como un regalo de agradecimiento." said the shopkeeper, handing Johnathon the map. (It's nothing. Think of it as a thank you gift.).

"Gracias a mi amigo." said Johnathon. (Thank you my friend.).

"Su bienvenida a mi amigo." said the shopkeeper. (You're welcome my friend.). He walked back into his shop and fell asleep again in his rocking chair.

"What's that?" asked Piper.

"Es un mapa." said Johnathon. He rolled his eyes after getting a blank stare form Piper. "It's a map."

"Oh, well that's good. Come on we still have more supplies to pick up." said Piper.


Well, that's chapter twelve. I hope you liked it. Should be updating again soon. But, in the mean time........PLEASE READ AND REVIEW....... I'M BEGGING IT OF YOU ALL. So long.