A/N sadly, my summer has come and gone (school starts tomorrow). I'm a senior now, nearly thrown out into the adult world that I want desperately to stay away from...but there's nothing I can do about this.

Thank you, everyone who reviewed the last chapter! I know there hasn't been a whole lot of action so far (I'm not very good at it). But I'll try. We're jumping ahead a few days. I hope you guys like it! Later!

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471 was very unhappy. She was sore, hungry, and severely bored with being under constant surveillance. But no matter how upset she was, she knew 593 was miserable. It had only been a few days since Jumba had left her and she couldn't help but replay the scene in her mind everytime she closed her eyes. True, it had happened very quickly, and she had expected something like this, but that didn't make it any more bearable. The fact remained...he had left her. She wasn't blaming Jumba, of course, he didn't have a choice. In a way, she was sort of glad that he gave her up for the others. If anyone was to blame it was herself. If only she hadn't waited, she and 625 could've saved 593 when all this started, but no. They had run away to Jumba.

When she returned with him, Quek, that scabby pile of vomit, had outright refused to hand over 593. Jumba even offered to buy her (offering to pay much more than he could afford) but Quek knew what he had. There it was, proof of all the illegal activities that had gone on in Jumba's lab. It was a golden opportunity. He had the ultimate dirt that would keep Jumba groveling at his feet for the rest of his miserable life.

But one experiment wasn't enough. As soon as Jumba had stepped through the door, 471 at his side, he had wanted her. With two experiments under his control he could perfect them, clone them even. Jumba refused rather valiantly before Quek fell back on his brilliant idea. To their utter horror he demanded that 471 be surrendered...lest he pay a visit to department of experimental supervision.

471 shivered and wrapped her tail close around her body, glad that Jumba had given her something useful when he made her. Tears welled in her eyes at the thought of her creator. He had not wanted to give her up, she knew, but her heart skipped a beat when he bent and rested his hand atop her head.

"Be careful." And that was it, she was thrust aside to Pish, who took her to join 593. In the blink of an eye she had had everything taken away from her. There was no doubt in her mind now that she would never see them again.

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It was nearly noon the next day when 597 was woken unpleasantly by someone beating on his door. He rolled over and buried his face in the pillow, trying to ignore it. There was a hiss as the door slid open and something quite crumbly collided with his head.

"For cryin' out loud, I'm not saving your food anymore if you don't get up!" 597 groped at the object that hit him, finding a slice of toast. He looked up at 625, who was tapping a foot impatiently next to his bed.

"What do you want?"

"You. Out of bed. Now. Besides...it's important." 597 groaned, 625's idea of important usually concerned Subway and t.v. "Are you coming or not?"

"All right..." he rolled over again and fell to the floor with a thud. A snicker told him 386 and 602 were watching from the doorway. Tangled in a blanket he staggered to his feet, a slight glare taking in his friends. "What's this that's so important?"

"We're leavin'."

"Huh?"

"We're leavin'. That is, if you want to. Jumba's ordered everyone out of the lab." 597 stared at him in disbelief. There was no way.

"You mean, he actually wants us to go outside?"

"Well, you see," 386 spoke up matter-of-factly. "Being the early riser that I am I was up in front this morning when someone came to see him. It was some humanoid lady from the federation. Anyway, she said we had better get out of here fast. Jumba gave the go ahead."

"So, are we going?" 386 nodded. "We should tell her, though. I think she's keeping track."

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The front hall was insanely crowded with everyone waiting to go. 602 pushed to the front of the group to talk to a young girl standing with Jumba.

"Excuse me."

"There's so many...do you think they'll be okay?" she asked, not noticing 602. Jumba nodded absently.

"Um...hello?"

"Can take care of selves."

"HEY! AM I INVISIBLE OR SOMETHING!?" the two looked down at him as if nothing had happened.

"Ah, you are leaving as well? Better take one of these." Jumba fumbled through a pocket and pulled out a small, red commlink. "To check on you, eh?" he turned away to another group that had come poking at him and 602 ran back to the others.

"All right, I got one."

"Great! Shall we?"

"Wait." 597 grabbed 386 by the wing to keep him from setting off. "Where's 625?"

"Here." He said from behind them.

"Okay. Now we go."

"Um...fellas?" they turned to look at him. 625 appeared to be debating something with himself. After a moment he looked up at them somewhat fearfully. "I can't go." They broke into protests but he held up a hand to get their attention. "Guys...it's 314...I can't just leave her here. I have to stay." The others began to protest again. She was only a girl, she would be fine...but 597 nodded.

"He's right. I don't know who she is, but he needs to take care of her." He grabbed 625 in an one-armed hug. "So long. Good luck with the feds." 625 returned it, his eyes on the floor. 386 had been right, they were being separated.

"Be careful out there." They stood in silence before disappearing into the crowd. 625 took a deep breath.