"Peter!" I looked around angrily. "Peter!" No answer. "Crud." I headed angrily back to the Gymna, suddenly remembering that there was a performance that night. (A/N The Gymna is where the peb practice, the Galax- arena is where they perform, as well as the whole building.) "Oh, just wonderful." I groaned, as I headed into the Gymna.

Hythe's body was gone. I stood there for a minute, puzzled, then Presh came over to me.

"They come an take 'way Hyd's body." She told me. "Den dey tell we dat you're in charge na. Dey wan spik wid ya in da Training Room." I nodded.

"Thanks." I trotted off.



"Allan." Todd, my boss, said.

"Yeah."

"You let Hythe die. You allowed Peter and the others to escape. We still have control over Peter. We'll kill the others through him. You will take Hythe's place, Allan. You will scout for new peb. Kidnap them and take them here. Here." He handed me something. I looked at it in confusion. "It's a fake driver's license, so you can drive to gymnastic shows. Find more peb to replace those that escaped."

I nodded. "Thank you. I tried to find Peter, and I didn't mean to kill Hyd, er, Hythe. I did keep the other peb from going with Joella and her little crew, though."

"Ok. Go back to the peb now. And Allan."

"Yeah?"

"There's a gymnastic show tomorrow morning. Get us a few new peb huh?"

I grinned. "You betcha!"

I went to the Gymna for the second time that day.

"OK kids!" I yelled. "We got a performance dis noch, so I wanna see all o' ya working hard, got that?! Now that Hythe's gone, I'm in charge, so you listen to me as ya would Hyd. Clear? OK!" I trotted around. "Kitten, I want to see you in Los Altos after this performance, you're more than ready for it. Keith, try speed that performance up, it's too slow. This'll be our best performance ever chilluns!" My eyes were sparkling. At long last, I was in charge! A true trainer! This was what I'd wanted, ever since I'd come to the Arena. I just wished Ashmaq could see me. I remembered well the day he'd died. The day he'd fallen from Los Altos. I hadn't even gotten a chance to say good-bye. I bit my lip, then dragged myself back into the present.

That night was the performance. I didn't really pay that much attention, except to Presh. She was really good, I noticed, though she took more risks than she should have. "Good job, gal." I told her afterward, and she grinned.

"Ya still gonna perform, trainer-boy?" She asked teasingly.

"Ah, I dunno. I might."

"Wan ya goin scoutin fo' da new peb?"

"Tammorow, in da manyan." I couldn't wait for manyan to come. I'd show Todd I could be the best trainer ever, even better that Hythe. I'd show everybody.