Keemew2: Wow. Umm…my shortest chapter yet!

Mewkit: And you are gonna die.

Keemew2; What 's your point?

Mewkit: (Smacks herself in the head with palm of her hand.) Oivay!

Keemew2: I would first like to thank Lil Bre for the lovely review. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, I appreciate it lots! This chapie is for you, if you had not reviewed I probably would not have even done this chapter. In fact, I did the whole thing last night just to update it. I was quite amazed at how quickly it came to me.

Mewkit: She couldn't think of anything else.

Keemew2: Hey! Your my muse! Dis me, you dis your self!

Mewkit: Gack!!!

Keemew2: Exactly.

Zoids

Ch.15-Closures Dawn.

PG-13

General, Drama.

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And days passed.

William's, after having been released form guard duty, was sent back to his usual work, allowing him into area's that could give him the information he needed. He bided his time, waiting for the right moment. He knew he would have to act soon if he was going to save all these people, including the priority victem. He also knew his time was short, he knew for sure they knew he was a spy, but coulnd't prove it.

But how had they found out? Were they still just suspicious? Or did they fully know?

The worst part was he couldn't even get to Jamie! He wasn't allowed near his cell, in fact no one was!

But way?

But that was just one limb of the branch.

Shasta spent the next few days working in the lab, the careful, calculating, and brutally sadistic eye of Marker watching her every move. She had been able to stall progress so far, feigning ignorance and forgetfulness, but she knew it couldn't last long. His patience wore thin fast.

Help had to be coming soon!

And Eagle?

Heck, it was all Eagle could do to keep from losing his mind! He now knew something was wrong, William's had been out of contact far to long!

Something was very wrong.

For some reason no one entered his cell anymore, instead his food was sent in through a tray.

Were they really that scared of vacant eyed kid? He knew he had played the part right, why had they started treating him like a danger?

And what had happened to everyone else?

And indeed they were asking themselves the same questions.

Sanders was increasingly depressed, his true feelings for the missing female member of there little outcast branch showing far to much. As of now he had restricted his movements to the guest room he had been offered, hardly ever coming out, even to eat. Stoller even had to force him to eat at one point.

Naomi kept herself busy helping Leon get in touch with the people he wished to contact, sometimes straying from that to talk to Brad flirtatiously. Seeing this only made Sanders even more depressed, but that is to be expected.

Stoller, Oscar, and Steve polished there plan, working it out more as Leon gave them a heads up on the results of his search for help among mercenaries from the past. So far they had been able to make a recruitment or two. They just hoped they could count on the people they asked.

Leon was sure they could.

Bit continued to play the part of inconspicuous go between to Leena and Harry, neither suspecting that Bit was actually using his head for this situation. He also took the liberty to add a few adjustments to some of the Zoids in the hanger. If the owners didn't like what he did they could change it, but he had found some interesting things in salvage yards he figured could help immensely.

He figured if he kept this up he was going to have to drop his act sooner or later, but then…it wasn't all an act.

And that was just the basics of what happened in those days unmentioned. Things good, things bad, things that cannot be changed now that it is done.

The time was getting close, to close, to act. If things didn't happen soon, trouble would surly attack. They had to be sure they were ready, had to be sure they knew what to expect!

And I mean both sides thinking along the same line.

Time is short. I don't have much time, they don't have much time. Sooner or later the turmoil has to end, and that sooner or later is coming. Pray for a miracle and perhaps the right side will win, just keep in mind the happenings of the separate groups.

Life is pain and pain is life. It's never fair and always cruel.

Philosophy is a pain in the neck! Thus I end this as it is. Soon, my friends, very soon. Things will end. The outcome depends not on me, but on the flow of time.

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Keemew2: Well?

Mewkit: Ya like?

Keemew2: Tuff if ya don't, goody if ya do.

Mewkit: Either way, you know the drill.

Keemew2: I'm tired.

Mewkit: Can't go to bed till you get the others done.

Keemew2: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tsuki's Tenchi next?

Mewkit: Naw, give that one a bit longer. We'll do….(Glances at readers who are still wtaching them.) Uh…never mind.