Author's note: I apologize ahead of time if this chapter is not quite as good as previous chapters, as I've been ill and haven't had much time to prepare this text. Thank you for your patience.

Chapter 6

An hour later, Bailey was sitting in his private room. He was reflecting on something mostly a picture he was staring at on the wall. The picture was of him minus a decade or so in a combat uniform holding a SR-25 assault hybrid sniper rifle, along with six other people. The caption on the photo read: 07 Airborne Drop Shock Snipers--May 1, 2036. He said quietly to himself, "I'm doing this for you guys, so people like us don't have to die in anymore pointless wars. I remember you all. Dan you were a crazy SOB until you accidentally stepped on a land mine. Fred, can't believe you were killed by friendly fire. Did they offer an apology to your family? Hell NO! They just told them it was the enemy. Kyle and Corey, I don't even want to think about. How did they manage to lace napalm with radioactive material? Jack and Michael, your deaths were the most tragic of them all. We survived the war but as soon as we arrived home, the moment we stepped off the plane you two were shot by a disgruntled woman, even more tragic, it was Kyle's mother accusing us of letting her son die. There shall be no more of that. I didn't tell them down there, but my little gift contains two other surprises. One is a sedative. People from now on will be calm not jumping to pointless conclusions and two, at least 25 of those infected will become sterile. I got that idea from you Fred. You always were the environmentalist, claiming that we were rapidly destroying our cradle of life, breeding like rabbits." Bailey then sat down in a over stuffed chair looking at his watch, while scratching Zangoose between the ears. "Seven more hours and it will all be over. I'm probably going straight to hell for this, but someone has to bear the weight of progress. Otherwise, history will continue to be a endless waltz of peace, war, reconstruction and repeat."

Suddenly a phone rang on his desk. He picked it up and instead of yelling as usual said, "What now."

"Sir, this is control. Radar has picked up an aircraft. It's a Team Tech transport. It's currently heading straight for the island at maximum speed."

That snapped Bailey out of it. He instantly muttered to himself, Idiot Sob's I wondered when they would catch on. I like what, stole half a billion dollars worth of equipment and funds. He then said into the phone, "Shoot the damm thing out of the sky. Activate the Striker AA Turrets."

"Yes sir. They won't last long. Control out."

Bailey leaned back in his chair and smiled, thinking let them come. Let the whole world come. Let them witness what their greed and instinct cost a once innocent man to do.

Meanwhile, in the air ducts, Glitch was trying to find his so-called trainer and his friends. He was having no luck what so ever. The last few opening he peeked through were kind of disturbing. Duct number one revealed a guy playing the new halo. When he lost his life he punched the guy next to him, claiming that his breathing caused him to lose his life. Duct number two revealed two guys passed out heads down on the table. A couple of open liquor bottles and shot glasses were lying about. Apparently they must have had a drinking game when they both passed out. Duct number three showed a guy in a shower. Glitch quickly moved on. He saw Morris in the shower once by accident and seeing one naked human was enough. Duct number four finally revealed something interesting. Two guys in dark blue were talking:

"So the Docs really going to go through with this."

"Yes, and I don't blame him. I know what he is talking about from experience. I'm from southern Russia. I've experienced what he had first hand."

"Yes, but still don't you think this is a little overboard?"

"Shut up you stupid coward--unless something changes this damm world will probably destroy itself."

"Ok--OK--that aside I'm glad those civilians appeared out of no where, before they showed up he was going to test the stuff on the three lowest performing people here--and I was on that list. Thank God!"

"You! A slacker? Your always busy, how the hell did you end up on that list?"

"It's his damm Zangoose, I tell you. For some reason it always likes to attack me. Whenever I try to tell the boss he accuses me of being a damm liar. He says it wouldn't hurt a fly. What the hell was he thinking?"

"Yeah, that thing is annoying, but it was his first Pokemon. Got it right after that war he was in. So he's bound to trust it more than us. Anyway do you know what he gave those kids DNA wise?"

"Oh Yeah, I was there when he mixed the crap. He injected the girl with Delcatty DNA. Said he gave it to her last time whatever that means. Probably back when he was screwing with Team Tech's mind. The little four-eyes kid he injected with Mightyena DNA, he said the reason was that his hair looked exactly like its fur from a certain angle. Personally, I don't get it."

"I don't get half the stuff he says either, but I do get his basic idea. So who was the last lucky sap?"

"Some spiky haired kid with a Pikachu. For that he just went completely random."

"What do you mean?"

"He didn't know what to mix him with. Someone suggested a Jolteon and another suggested a Flareon. He flipped a coin to decide between the two. The kid got Jolteon DNA."

"He flipped a coin to decide on that?"

"I don't blame him, he's been quite depressed lately, probably did that so he wouldn't have to think."

Suddenly there was a beeping sound. "Yes. OK. Coming. It was Doctor Stupid, he wants me to feed that damm Zangoose of his again."

"I'll do it, I'll just tell him you got sick. That thing has kicked you around enough."

"Thanks."

Glitch moved on after that thinking, great Team Tech again. He'd better get everyone out of there before things get worse. Unfortunately, while he was thinking, he didn't notice the sudden 90 degree drop in the air duct and he went falling yelling "Damm It!"

Outside and above ground, a single person was limping into the interior of the island. He was wearing what looked like jungle camouflage. On his belt was to one side was a holster containing a 90 year old but perfect Coonan American 357 automatic and on the other side was a single ultra ball. His uniform was shredded and covered with blood. The left sleeve was torn off and being used as make shift bandage around a huge gash in one of his arms. The only thing preserved on this uniform was the patch. It showed a pair of rifles crisscrossed over a lightening bolt. There was the abbreviation: T.T.R.A.F. The man was muttering to himself "Take the plane straight in he says. I don't care about the anti aircraft fire--I want that lunatic dead he says. Damm it, if commander Ryman was still alive I'd gut him like a fish. How the hell am I suppose to complete this mission? All the others died in the crash." He then heard a humming from a cave.

He went to the cave and found an open air duct with no barrier at all, he could just slide right down.

"Thank you merciful god, it's about time something went right." He slide down the duct and landed in what appeared to be a ventilation shaft room. The floor was one big steel grate and below it was a huge fan spinning slowly. He looked up and saw the duct he came through was one of many above him. "This must be for exhaust. Judging from the size probably from the reactor."

He heard something banging in the ducts above him. He whispered to himself, "Crap, not now. Like I don't have enough to deal with." He opened up his ultra ball and yelled out, "Yanma, come out." The giant dragon fly like Pokemon appeared and the man whispered, "We might have to fight our way out of here. Hide behind the crate. As soon as what ever is in the duct comes out, we will let him have it." The dragonfly flew up behind some pipes ready to spring on whatever appeared.

From one of the ducts in the ceiling Glitch fell straight out and to the ground. "Ow, that's going to sting. Now where in the hell am I?" Suddenly the man appeared before him pointing his 357 in Glitches face.

"You have 5 seconds to live. Do you belong to anyone who works here? If yes, tell me where is Bailey."

Said the man.

Glitch instantly broke down and said, "Please don't shoot me--I'm only 2 ½ years old. I don't belong to anyone here. They have my trainer in here somewhere--he might know where he is."

The man holstered his gun thinking A porygon2. This just might come in handy. These things can fry security systems like there's no tomorrow. "OK, I'll help you find your trainer, but after that I'll expect something in return."

Glitch instantly said, "OK--Fine" He then thought, I'd better go along with this. If I try anything funny that guy is likely to blow my CPU sky high.

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