Matt yawned and woke up. He saw that Quatre, Dinobot, and Piccolo were still up. Matt was relieved to have such sentinels. He got up and walked over to Quatre. "Hey, Quatre, anything while I dozed?" Quatre looked at him and said, "Yeah, Tenchi has come to our trench as reinforcement and they broke out the girl that we were acting as a diversion for." Matt replied, "That all? No news from the base?" "Well nothing in the last twenty minutes, communications have been shaky. Maybe our communications were hit by the enemy," answered Quatre. Matt said, "Is there anyway to find out?" "Well, you could try to contact the headquarters from Sandrock's comm. line, feel free to try," Quatre replied tiredly. He yawned. Matt ambled over to Sandrock and climbed into the cockpit. He turned on the comm. line to the base. "Local Defense, this is Diversion 3 calling for status update," Matt grinned as he thought of actually saying this technical mumbo jumbo. Herschel's voice came over the comm. "Base here." Matt asked, "Anything going on over there?" "No, Matt, we just trying to figure out what to do next," replied Herschel. Matt then said, "What happened, you sound worried." Herschel's voice was a little shaky. Matt knew that something was wrong. Herschel replied, "Well, Matt, it's like this- we have six casualties from the other two missions." Matt stopped listening, something HAD gone wrong. "Matt, you there? Anyway the general and the two staff officers were hit and are unconscious. Sage is knocked out for the moment and Michelangelo has suffered minor wounds. Trowa came back a little while ago with a severely damaged Wheeljack and a Heavyarms that needed massive refitting. Horatio was planning on telling you tomorrow, we thought you might like some sleep." Matt reeled back stunned. "Thanks, Mr. Walker, and I'll speak later." Matt turned off Sandrock's comm. line. They had got the general. The one who got him and T.K. back together again. The general! Now what? Matt retreated into a thicket to think, although his mood caught the eye of Piccolo who soon followed. Placing T.K. next to Patamon and Gabumon, Piccolo went to help Matt.
Headquarters itself was a mess. Hornblower had taken de facto control and tried to keep things running smoothly in the absence of Churchill, who was still unconscious. The infirmary was two rooms across the hall from each other. Churchill, Kerensky, and Hoover were in the first room, while Sage and Michelangelo was in the second. Trowa was in his bunk asleep (by order of Hornblower) and Wheeljack was in the workshop with Heavyarms. He could not move so that neither he nor the Gundam were being worked on. Charmander and Spiderman had gone to bed. Herschel manned his staff position with Ryan in the Staff room. Hornblower looked for any plans the general might have drawn up and left behind. Hawkeye, the resident physician, was examining Hoover. With him in the ward were Ami and Lita. Lita would not move from Churchill's IV fluid. Ami was trying to get her to think of something else. "Lita, come on, why do keep standing here? We could be star-gazing." Lita could not answer her friend. There were just some things more important than the stars. She just could not make herself leave. Ami gave up and just stayed with her.
Across the hall the two wounded warriors consulted one another. "Dude, this stinks, I've never had to rewax my shell before." Michelangelo's shell needed a new wax badly. His sprained wrist was healing quickly though. Sage sat up and looked at Michelangelo. Sage was gaining his strength back fast, but he was still under Hawkeye's orders to stay in bed. "I wonder what our next move is?" he asked. Michelangelo shrugged his soldiers. "We need to refit Heavyarms, but Wheeljack is in bad shape. Of course, we do not know how to fix him either." Sage looked out the open door. He could see Lita and the general. "Hornblower will not be able to control this bunch. We need Churchill, or someone." Michelangelo pondered this for a moment and said, "Why's this?" "Well, the diversion group is still entrenched and Dinobot is there. Only one with some quality can control him. Hornblower will not be able to control him." "Huh, I never really thought of that, dude," said Michelangelo. Sage struggled to get up; he knew that he must get better to aid his new friends. Michelangelo would be fine soon; the turtle was using his wrist easily now. Sage lay back down as Michelangelo began to practice his knunchuk routine. Hawkeye entered to check Sage. "Feeling better?" the surgeon asked. Sage nodded but he was still too tired to get up. Hawkeye hooked up the blood pressure device.
Piccolo found Matt in the bushes. He was crying softly. Piccolo was careful in approaching him. He reached out and put a hand on Matt's shoulder. The boy looked up at him. "What's the matter, kid?" asked Piccolo. Matt looked away from the Namek before answering. "They got Leon, Robert, Billy, Sage, Mike, and Wheeljack." "Who got them?" asked Piccolo, now realizing something was very wrong. "They were wounded and now Leon, Robert, and Billy are unconscious. What are we going to do, Piccolo?" The anger was rising from Matt. "Matt, have more faith than this, you are stronger than this. Many times I have seen crises in the past. We'll get through it and the general too." Matt looked at Piccolo and saw the confidence that beamed from his hunched over form. Matt wiped his tear of anger and said, "I just do not like to lose friends." Piccolo smiled. Matt stood up, his manner changed and he was assertive, "I am ready, let's go after them. I'll make them pay." Piccolo was surprised that Matt's mood had changed so quickly, but Piccolo realized that Matt and Gohan were about the same age, and they responded similarly. Then he was forced to avert his eyes as the friendship shape on his chest glowed fiercely. Piccolo felt the strength of the light; it was intense. The two returned. It was near dawn. Dinobot whispered to no one, "we will strike."
As dawn approached, Lita's vigil continued. She now sat in a chair that Hawkeye had provided some two hours before. Ami had wandered, first to the other sick room and then to the general's old room, which had been given to Lita and by extension Ami. Lita could not really understand herself at this point. She had once thought that she was doing the loyal soldier thing to do, but with Spiderman, Trowa, and Charmander having come and gone and Hornblower working on the problems at hand, she knew that this was not the reason. She knew she could not go on without him. She looked lovingly at the breathing form in front of her. Impulsively she felt for his hand. Finding it she carefully grasped it as if she was shaking it. She would do anything for him, she decided. But the limp hand suddenly found an energy that was not there a minute ago. It moved so that the way she was holding it was now around through the thumb. She was startled, but the quiet prevented her from crying out. She was becoming excited quickly as she watched the arm twitch slightly, then the nose, and then the eyes; the two blue eyes began to open. They blinked and the neck adjusted to see who had the hand. Then Churchill saw Lita and it was his turn to be surprised. Of course, the next thing he realized was that he was in pain and in a sick room.
The young general evidently did not consider that it was Lita near his bed too long. "How long have I been here?" he asked. Lita answered, "About ten hours." Leon looked around him, and then asked, "Who has command?" Lita, who wanted to talk of other things simply responded, "Sir Horatio. Except that communication is bad with the diversion force. We are not really sure what to do." "Well, I know a guy who could fix this situation up. David von Moltke. He's always there when you need him, until now. Have Robert or Billy come to yet?" said Leon. Lita shook her head and thought: her soldier could think of nothing but his duty. His weak voice still held all the purposefulness it used to. "Lita could you do me a favor? Could you get Hornblower and Trowa in here so I could see them?" the general asked pleadingly. Lita nodded. Hornblower was easy to find. Hornblower got Trowa up and the two headed toward the sick room. Lita wanted to go with them, but she realized that it would be awkward of her and she went to her room (although later she returned to the window).
Trowa entered, followed by Hornblower. They were surprised to see the general sitting up although he was very much in pain. Churchill had to get something straight before he was declared unfit for duty once again. "Trowa, how is Heavyarms?" he asked. Trowa answered quietly, "He's beat up and needs refitting." "How long would it take you to do it?" Churchill continued. "Three days," replied Trowa. "With unskilled help?" "Two days," responded the pilot. "With more help, skilled, perhaps?" "I might be able to pull it off in only six hours." "Good, take Herschel for now and begin work. Hornblower, call down to the diversion group and see if anyone has engineering experience besides Quatre." Trowa and Horatio left, they were both relieved to find that the general had some semblance of a plan. Churchill shook his head. He was going to need von Moltke. But how could he transport him there? It seemed impossible. What did he have other than state of the art equipment and a collection of allies the world had ever known? Something that could go between worlds…the digivices! Maybe, just maybe he could get a hole to open after all. #5 radio went out with diversion command; maybe he could reach them that way. Lita watched from the hallway window as the general tried to move. He was not succeeding. She rushed in to her soldier. Churchill was glad to see her again. "Lita, can you bring me a portable comm. system?" Lita was only too happy to help. She rushed to find it. The little black box in the cafeteria called to her. There it was! She grabbed and headed back down the line.
The navy man had gotten Quatre on comm. Sir Horatio's sense of purpose had been renewed. "Quatre, do you have any engineers over there?" "Not sure," answered the Arab, "I'll check." Leaning outside of Sandrock, Quatre yelled, "Anybody an engineer or mechanic out there?" Winston approached. "I've done some automotive work." Quatre nodded. "We're sending Winston back to camp as a mechanic." Hornblower was glad to get this problem averted. Winston used what darkness was left to shoot down the cute entrance and join Trowa and Herschel in the workshop. One task was calculated for. Others waited.
Before John put the radio in operation, he realized something else. "Lita, is Wheeljack indisposed?" "Yes," "Okay, go to Spiderman, Sage, and Michelangelo, get them to carry Wheeljack to the cafeteria and put him in the C/R chamber. Lita asked, "Will that work?" Leon turned to her and said solemnly, "I hope so, but I don't really know. Autobots are ancestors of the Maximals, and I hope things would be compatible. We'll have to trust it." He turned over and collapsed. Soon, he was sleeping peacefully. Lita went to find Sage and Michelangelo. The two invalids were suddenly well. Sage looked around and said, "Man, that pill really worked." "You're telling me," replied Michelangelo. "What pill?" Lita was confused with good reason. "Those bean-looking pills on the counter, dudet," answered Michelangelo. Lita saw the bean-looking pills but decided they must be drugs. Since the two were up and at them, Lita found it was no trouble to get them both to help with Wheeljack. Spiderman had to be roused, though, and he reluctantly acceded. The group managed to start moving Wheeljack to the chamber. When they got to the door though, he would not fit. "Can you transform?" asked an agitated Spiderman. Wheeljack weakly muttered, "I'll try." Wheeljack slowly transformed. In his car shape he was easier to move. The group got to the C/R chamber. They opened it and put him in. Wheeljack could feel soothing currents rushing through his transformed body. Maybe this would work.
Meanwhile, Lita considered the whole von Moltke business. She knew that the general would not be able to explain himself, for he had gone back to sleep, to rest for future action that he was sure he would be involved in. Lita went to the general's old room and shook Ami awake. Ami just know something about how they got there and how to get someone else there. Ami struggled to wake herself, but the urgency in Lita's shaking of her convinced her that this was important. Ami asked sheepishly, "What is wrong now?" Lita said, "You know how we got here, kinda suddenly, and there we were in that thicket. Could we bring someone else here?" "Don't know," answered Ami. "Worth a shot though." Ami and Lita made their way to staff. Ryan was monitoring local defense but the main computer was vacant. Before Ryan could stop them, the two sailor scouts had logged in and Ami was digging for communications records. Somehow (all credit goes to Hoover) every communication made on the base interceptor or the base's feeds was detected. All of them except one appeared to be made within the dimension. That one was listed was Gundam communication #4. It was the only link they could go off of. They tried it.
Izzy was not expecting calls, especially not from two high school girls. The computer showed exactly that. Tentomon stared at the screen and said, "Izzy who are they?" Izzy did not know and he shook his head. "Are you David von Moltke?" asked the brunette. Izzy was really confused now. "No, who are you? How did you get my email link?" "We're looking for a von Moltke person, we're fighting a battle up here and could use some help." Izzy could have ended then and there if the word battle had not been mentioned. He remembered Matt's plea earlier and the fighting that must have been going on. It was possible that the two events could be related or even be the same. Tentomon moved closer to the screen and noticed the two girls were now distracted.
Trowa had come to ask Ryan for permission to reconfigure some Heavyarms's computer system from the main computer. Then he noticed Lita and Ami on it and they appeared to be talking to some strange looking kid. Trowa was annoyed; he needed to get Heavyarms ready. "Hey, what are ya'll doing?" Trowa ordered more than asked. Ami and Lita turned to see the emotionless face of the Gundam pilot. Ami couldn't meet his piercing eyes, but Lita was firm in her purpose. She said, "We were trying to bring David von Moltke, the general's friend, to the field. We thought this communication was him but it's this fifth grader with messy hair." "Let me handle this," said Trowa. Ami got out of his way. Trowa sat down at the computer in time to see Tentomon crowd into the screen. Trowa looked up with familiarity. A boy and a small monster. He had seen enough of those to realize that this communiqué was from either Matt or T.K. and that this guy might be able to help. Trowa found the plans on Heavyarms in the neighboring terminal and emailed them to the connection. "Do these look familiar? They are the plans to my Gundam," asked Trowa.
Izzy smiled. The plans were to the suit that Matt had asked for help with so long ago it seemed. This new messenger was certainly an ally of Matt's. Tentomon said, "Izzy, we need to help these people." "I agree Tentomon, let's figure out how." Izzy turned and asked, "Hi, I'm Izzy, Matt's friend. How can I help you?" The response was instantaneous, "You, can help us find a way to locate and bring David von Moltke to this world." "Is von Moltke on Earth?" "Yes," answered Trowa. "Well, in that case, I think I can bring him to the digiworld. I don't know if there is a way to get him to your world though." Izzy knew that his digivice could exit at von Moltke's computer no matter where it was, and the digivice could bring him back. That was where it got fuzzy. Yet, if the digiworld and Earth complemented, why not either and the world in which Matt was in. There were television sets around the world. They served little observable purpose. Maybe here was there purpose. If someone could be forced into one at high speed, then maybe he could transport to a different world. But would he just not go back to Earth? If there was some sort of tractor beam, Matt and T.K.'s digivices! If they could output enough energy, there was a chance they could lash onto the person and drag them into their world. "Can you get me in contact with Matt or T.K.?" Trowa was not ready for this request. "I could attempt to," said the pilot. Trowa scanned for a link outside. Too slow, he would never pick up Sandrock's frequency at this rate. "Never mind scanning your communications, just sense for heavy energy deposits. The two small concentrated ones will be Matt's and T.K.'s digivices." The sailor scouts grew tense. They felt much better when they were directing the action…
Freeza felt himself become torn from the Home for Infinite Losers and be drawn toward an ever-present light. As the light brightened, Freeza began to make out other forms. He saw he was in a plastic cylinder. He looked around and saw other cylinders connected to a main cylinder through coils of wire. A man was sitting at a control station. The other cylinders held a bear, mutants, and some other things he could not distinguish. Freeza was not one to be trapped in a cylinder. He brusquely began to power up. He tried to break free with energy alone only to find it channel to the main cylinder. "Noooooo!" cried the former tyrant as the cylinder began to contract with conductors coming at him from all sides. He felt his power draining.
…Trowa had finally located the heat sensor on the control room computers. He turned it on. Readings came from every quadrant. On one particular place several heat sources were falling while another one rose. That was strange, but it had nothing to do with his search. A large heat reading came up. That has to be Piccolo thought Trowa. Another big reading appeared as well, Sandrock. Two small glowing heat sources came up, the digivices. Izzy saw that Trowa had found it. "Good, network me in to their location." That only took a second; Trowa had Izzy within email capability of his laptop.
Izzy got his message ready and hit send.
Sage was definitely feeling better. That was weird. He had assumed that because he had been one hit that no one would have healing powers. Yet those pills had done the trick. He was getting tired of staying at the base now that he was healed. "I'm going to the front," he announced to all in the cafeteria. They had had a big tea break after moving Wheeljack. "I can't do any good here and I'm quite sure that before long a fight will break out as they will try to push out the diversion force." "I'll go with you," said Spiderman. "Any place has got be more kickin that this one." Michelangelo looked at the two of them. "I'm staying here. The base will need to be defended well at least until Heavyarms has been refitted. Good luck." Sage and Spiderman decided against the secret exit and went out the front door.
Raditz had been busy all night. After Tuberoff and Megatron had rounded up every one else, Raditz and Rampage had built a new Corps that they were wanting to try on the enemy. Their line of Virgo I's had nearly succeeded yesterday. Megatron had withdrawn the Saibamen. The cycle drones had replaced them. The tank drones were out of commission. A few Taurus remained. All these formed the line in front of the diversion task force. The new Corps was made of brand spanking new Virgo II's with better shields. He and Rampage would strike soon and swift. They would carry the first line and then the enemy base. Oh, it would be glorious. Of course it was best if the situation remained as it was. Raditz's scouter found movement near the enemy base. "Soundwave, silence the enemy near their base." Soundwave, still angry from his failure earlier, went quickly. He would destroy whomever it was.
Matt and T.K. were receiving beats and buzzes from their digivices. "Izzy, he's helping us again!" "But, Matt, it just says 'Raise our digivices skyward'." "I know T.K., but there are times when you have to go with the flow." Tenchi looked up. He could see the two kids with their digivices. He understood something was going to happen. Without acting some of his hidden power seeped out and rushing toward the digivices, he could see it going into the machines. Gabumon looked as the digivice glowed as if he was going ultimate. Of course he was not. That was the strange thing about it. Piccolo saw what Tenchi's power was doing to Matt's digivice and directed a small energy blast toward T.K.'s. The digivice absorbed the energy and flared yellow. Patamon had seen that color only twice, both times when going ultimate. Piccolo watched as the twin blasts surged into the heavens. It was all he could do. Quatre hopped up in the dear dawn air and asked, "What's with the fireworks?" No one answered. He had no idea of what the heck was happening. Dinobot was getting steamy. He had no use for the apparition. "Do you want them all to know where we are? Fools, stop this at once, soon every soldier they have will know where we are." Dinobot looked to see only a glare from Piccolo and a questioning look from Tenchi. "Fine go on, I'll be no party to this kind of nonsense." The dinosaur slunk off to the thicket as if he would surprise the enemy when it came. His honor usually did not allow that, but it was better than being overrun quickly without any retaliation whatsoever.
Izzy needed one more thing from Trowa. Trowa gave him von Moltke's email address. Izzy went to the closest TV and hoped for the best. His digivice radiated. It sucked him through the screen and he exited out in a tumble in front of one of the most surprised teenagers he had ever seen. He was tall and much like the general except for that he was tanner, yet even then he was not really describable. Izzy merely looked up at the one to whom he would have to describe everything to in just a few minutes. "Von Moltke?" The adolescent was stunned that this guy who had come through his computer knew his name. "Yes, that's me, but who are you?" "No time to explain," Izzy answered as he reached for von Moltke's leg. He got it. He aimed the digivice back at the computer before the link was gone. Izzy felt himself pulled in again. Tentomon looked down at him. He was back in the digiworld. What luck! He checked his hand and there was von Moltke, terrified, but whole. "Izzy, what are we going to do with him?" asked Tentomon. "We're going to kick him off world, I hope." Izzy and Tentomon supported von Moltke on a tree. David was still not sure of what was happening. Tentomon…digivolve to… KABUTERIMON! Izzy knew this would not be enough. Kabuterimon…digivolve to… MEGAKABUTERIMON! With his digivice glowing brightly Izzy yelled, "NOW MegaKabuterimon!" HORN BUSTER! The flowing attack only added to the digivice's flare. MegaKabuterimon released and directed much energy as he devolved back to Tentomon. The energy rushed through the digivice and Izzy aimed at von Moltke. David was shot up and up. He could not tell where he was and then two bright glowing things seemed to draw him somewhere. But where?
Soundwave could see the bright lines as they ran into the heavens. He could not long think about it as his mission was to hunt down a different enemy. This enemy he could not see right away. But he heard voices. That was enough for him. The Decepticon had managed to get by the diversion force quietly. He was now in search of the enemies Raditz spoke of. He could see them now. The one was red and blue, and the other was green and white with massive blond hair. "I have been commanded to destroy you," said Soundwave in his voice. "Well bring it on," said Spiderman as he readied himself. Sage added, "We're right here." Soundwave released his helpers. The five mini-cassettes opened up around him. One of the little guys said, "Now it time to crash the party." "Sage you take the little guys, I'll get Lousy Transmission over there." Sage nodded. Spiderman turned on Soundwave. "Now what are you going to do, big guy?"
Sage was in his ante-armor and waited for the first robot to attack. Ravage charged and Sage leaped up. Ravage's pounce was too late. Batcat and Lazerbeak attacked from different sides. Sage was able to kick Lazerbeak and with the rebound nail Batcat out of the sky. The two robots recovered and flew again. Sage waited on the ground for their attack until, "Ow, my toe!" He looked now to see that the two little robots had turned their arms into piston like hammers and were attacking his feet. "That's done it! Now you will see the true power of Halo." "Shut up and play ball," yelled the hammering robots. Sage kicked them away.
ARMOR OF HALO…Tochei!
The decepticons were forced to leap away as Sage began to be wrapped in his own armor. He now stood forth with a glistening sword. The mini-cassettes thought on their best strategy and decided to attack all at once. They rushed as a group. Sage responded by rushing at them. Both sides leaped and Sage's sword swept through Batcat. Landing he swung Ravage off of his arm and Lazerbeak off of his leg. The remains of Batcat lay on the ground beside him. "Had enough?" asked the Ronin warrior, standing defiantly in front of the four remaining. The decepticons prepared for another rush. Sage was tired of playing games. He raised his sword. The mini-cassettes attacked.
THUNDERBALL…CUT!
Sage brought down his sword on Ravage but the energy enveloped the others and a green ball formed around their small battlefield. The light was intense.
David von Moltke had been caught by the two bright lights he had seen earlier and down was being drawn down by them toward the other digivices. He had passed out from surprise and even as he was caught by Piccolo he could not stand. Piccolo laid him down on the grass before turning. He had sensed a huge energy. The green aura nearly outdid the digivices during the few seconds they were synchronous. He hoped it was not an enemy to the south. Such a blast was dangerous. T.K. turned to Patamon. "Can you find out what it is?" Piccolo looked at the little creature while he nodded. "I'm going too." The pair rose into the air. Without going far they pierced into the vortex and saw the green armored warrior. "It's him," said Piccolo in some amazement. Patamon asked, "Who?" "Don't worry, he's on our side, kid," answered Piccolo. The two flew back down where David was regaining strength.
Spiderman had been fighting Soundwave for a good while. The robot had ripped through his webs. Spiderman leaped up and landed behind the hulking decepticon. Soundwave merely turned and made a punching motion at the fighter. Spiderman had little choice but leap away. He then used webbing to catch around the robot's arms. He tugged, but nothing doing. Soundwave tugged back and Spidey went flying. He caught himself by webbing around the huge leg of the decepticon. With the momentum he swung around the stereo robot several times. With this much webbing around Soundwave's legs, Soundwave tripped. Both were forced to shield their eyes as a green haze surrounded them. At this point Spiderman did not know exactly how to finish Soundwave. While contemplating this, Soundwave found he could move his legs. He rolled over and caught Spiderman between his gigantic hands. "Megatron ordered your destruction, I can now obey my orders." The grip tightened. Spidey struggled. He managed to put a web over Soundwave's visual sensors. Soundwave muttered, "That was useless, I'm not going to let you go." Then, Spidey watched as a blade went right through the vertical length of Soundwave's body. When the halves fell aside, Sage stood forth in full armor. The smoking sides of Soundwave revealed the smoking bodies of the mini-cassettes. "Gees, thanks guy. Let's find the others." After awhile they found the trench and the diversion force. They also found David von Moltke.
Quatre spotted them first. "Look, it's Spiderman and Sage! We've got reinforcements!" "Yeah, but who is that?" "That's von Moltke. Didn't you know?" "This is the guy the general said could bring us victory." "Let's hope he gets up then." Sage knelt beside the fainted person. "He's scared stiff. No doubt from being thrown through different dimensions. I'm not sure I'd be better off." Sage continued, "I believe that if I glance the dawn sunlight off of the blade into his eyes, he might be forced out of it." Sage moved his sword just so, and the fallen teenager awoke. David shook his head and whipped his eyes in an attempt to orient himself. He saw the green samari and the small boy. There was an older boy and a boy about his own age. There was a green man and two little creatures. There was yet another boy. The green one spoke, "My name's Piccolo, kid. A guy named Leon Churchill said you could help us. We're kinda in the middle of a major battle right now and could use any help you might be able to give." "Who is Leon Churchill? Oh wait, never mind (he chuckled) Leon told you this? Well, then Leon would probably have some sort of plan. Do you know what it is?" Piccolo stared into the distance. He did not remember a plan. David understood. "Well, until that plan comes, how about doing some scouting? Who can fly?" Patamon and Piccolo answered, "I can." "Okay, you little guy go scout the enemy position. Report back with their positions and type of troops." Patamon nodded and flew off. "Who owns the Gundam?" Quatre raised his hand. "Contact Leon. Get his plan to us. Please, hurry." Von Moltke turned to the rest of the group. "Now you three guys, get into the trench. And you four also. Prepare for defensive measures." Matt, T.K., Tenchi, Sage, Spiderman, and Piccolo ambled into the trench and prepared for the potential attack. Gabumon followed. Sandrock's communications were once again opened up with the base.
Robert was up and around. He had recovered after he woke up. Hit with less of the tree than Billy or Leon, Kerensky was ready to take on the world again, or so he thought when he felt how much he ached all over. He could hear a noise and looked to his right. All he could see were the two sick beds. Leon and Billy weren't moving except to breathe. His bed did not allow him to see too far down. However, he knew a tapping was going on the floor. His most painful lean proved that it was Charmander bumping around the wall with a strange bag. "Little guy," Robert whispered, "Bring that over here." Charmander thought about it for a moment, but then brought the bag to Kerensky. Robert had seen the bag before. It was something that Piccolo had put down. He opened and saw little beans in it. He reached in and fingered one, and hesitatively, put it in his mouth. He swallowed. He felt his strength restored at once. Getting out of bed, he moved easily into the main room. Trowa was just about to leave to finish the work on Heavyarms. He turned and saw Robert standing in the doorway, carrying the bag of beans. Charmander was near his feet. "Nice to see you again," said Trowa as he walked out. The two sailor scouts were surprised to see the new arrival. Robert walked toward the Reconnaissance station; a message was waiting. It was from Quatre. It asked for the general's plan. Kerensky dropped the beanbag. Charmander picked it up and ran off, playing with the bag. Robert knew nothing of the general's plans. He did not even know if there was a plan. Robert knew he would have to bother the general, and he did not even know if the general was in a coma or not. Kerensky left the room and returned to the sick room, where poked Churchill. Leon turned and though he was not quite read to, opened his eyes. When he saw Kerensky he rejoiced silently. "Leon, they want your plan." "My plan?" mumbled Churchill. "Then von Moltke must be with them. But I have no plan."
