"One on one, two on one, three on one…"

-Hot Action Cop

That nigh, Mac and Zev were in a tent full of cots, but only two were being used. The two, especially Zev, were wide awake. To many questions were still going through their head, full of questions that were important to them. No one else has yet to be found, Mac almost predicted that from the moment when he noticed the army coming. But there was still another question. What if they did find somebody, but they were dead? Mac was sure that they wouldn't find out anytime soon.

Even so, they were going to experience freedom for what has been a long time for them. Still, Mac didn't find much reason to celebrate. The media, as he remembered a long time ago, weren't exactly going to miss something juicy. Especially when the latest news was that people originally captured suddenly went back to their Pokemorph form.

A thought went into Mac's mind. What if they were expected to do that despite what Mac had said. Dorjan, despite causing suffering to others, was a man of words. His will did say that Mac had control over the lab as long as Dorjan was dead. But would the employees have full loyalty to him? No where in the will did it say that the employees have to listen, but quitting the job usually meant a death sentence. Could Dorjan still be alive? But Mac killed him, he was positive that he was dead. But then, how?

"Mac?" Zev's voice filled the cold tent, "Do you think the others are alright?"

Mac wanted to tell the truth. He was doubting they were enjoying their life now. Instead, he just lied so Zev could have some peace from the actions, "Probably." After that, Zev was quiet.

With the interruption from his thinking, Mac just started to look at the top of the tent under the heavy grey blankets. It was cold, he could tell Zev was curled up into a ball and Mac was probably going to sleep like that as well. The brown walls and ceiling moved around violently with a loud ruffling sound as the strong wind gushed on them. If they could see the night sky, Mac imagined it as a clear sky covered in white dots with the giant moon shinning on them. He didn't really think of anything particular now, just random thoughts, mostly what life was going to be once they got to their new 'home'.

Mac thought of it as a city filled with life. It was outside the edge, but was still in a busy area. It would be away from the media, but comfortable to live. (Almost anything would be comfortable now for Mac and Zev.) Just the thought made Mac close his eyes and roll over to cover his chest and keep it warm. The world just went black, slowly enough that Mac couldn't even notice till it was too late. He was asleep now, waiting for the morning now as if a good day was promised.

Zev however was not asleep. His back was turned to Mac so he couldn't tell if he was asleep or not. Something was on his mind, not Blake, David, and Kai, but of someone else. Someone he couldn't help but blush just thinking about. He curled up even tight under the blanket to keep warm and bit his finger nail from an old habit from a long time ago. It was that bite that proved that he started to remember his childhood years, before his unfair share of the deal. Zev's childhood was coming back, but was now appearing to have faded away and the next step coming up.

He remembered his crush with the girl, the one that not even Mac knew about. His only female close encounter with as a Pokemorph. It wasn't a little kids crush, he was sure of it, Zev felt it was almost real. No thoughts didn't come to mind, but he could feel the back of his mind just whispering him, making him warm up at every thought of her. "Mya," he accidentally whispered. Zev closed his mouth completely in fear that Mac heard it, but he was silent.

Relaxing, Zev still couldn't stop thinking about her. Where was she? Was she fine? Did her family didn't let her leave when she transformed back? All of these questions kept Zev wide awake, more than he usually did. He rolled over to look at Mac for another question, but he was already fast asleep. Zev sighed and rolled over again and tried to close his eyes. He wanted to see her again, but what if she would be in a completely different continent? Then Zev wouldn't be able to see her, maybe never.

But something else just went on in his mind. Did Mac had a crush? Zev asked himself that a long time ago, but he didn't come up with a clear answer. He would ask if he had a good chance, but Zev didn't want to turn the conversation onto himself and reveal his secret. Maybe he wanted to keep it a secret, just like Zev did.

He gave a tired yawn and muffled his face again his pillow and tried to close his eyes again. Sleep still didn't arrive. Mya then entered his mind again, this time the thought of her comforted Zev. With a final yawn, Zev started to think of questions he would ask Mya when they would meet again. He didn't care about the odds of not meeting her, but he would say. He knew he meet her, Zev just knew it, as if something was telling him that he would.

Meanwhile, General Dorjan heard his phone ringing. Rolling in his cot in a separate tent from the two Pokemorphs. The phone rang again and Dorjan grabbed it and answered, "Hello?" There was a voice coming out of the phone that only Dorjan can hear clearly. "Yes," Dorjan then said into the phone, "Yes…Good. I'm sending the captives I have found and I'll come. No, just two. Yes, the cooperated. Actually," Dorjan then paused as if he heard something outside. It was too dark to see anything, but Dorjan continued, "I'll tell you when I meet up with you. Okay. Okay, good night." To that, Dorjan hanged up.