He he he.. Oh wouldn't you LIKE to know what I have planned out! It finally came to me today during Physical Science class! (The one class I can sit in and just get 96 for being there XP) Wonderful wonderful plot sent from the heavens! I have probably eight regions so far (including Giga City).... and a- wait a mintue, I'm not telling you!!! (Huffs) XD You'll have to find out like every other person reading this fic!

Warning: Second part of three part series. Go back and read Spider's Fortune Card if you haven't already or else you'll be pretty lost!

Oh my... maybe it'll be a four part series.... Yes Shade, I stealeth your divider thingeh..

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We left off with: Taking out a sci and twirling it, Mach turned three quarters and grinned at him. "Simple. That Redips fellow that you've told me about's been making trouble here for the past two to three weeks!"

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Scattered twigs and leafs slapped across the duo's arms and upper bodies. They had been running non stop for at least half an hour. The sun peered through several opening in the canopy above them, but apart from this little intrusion of light their sight was overcome by the green hue of the plants and vegetation. Axl had taken the decision to find X as fast as they could, Cinnamon though had voiced her fear of running into that light blue reploid in the process of finding X. It wasn't too farfetched to think of that unpleasant senario, especially since both were trying to find the same target.

"We should try to get their signal. I know that we're too far from base, but perhaps some one else around here could help us?"

Pensively Axl lowered his eyelids in deep thought. "I don't believe anyone has poplated this area. It seems to rural."

Catching there breath both paused for a moment. Gingerly Axl rubbed the armored bottom part of his boot.

"Man I wish I could just take these things off and rest my feet. It feels like they're burning.." The restless night made its self known in the heavily marked bags under his eyes. He had been too excited to sleep, and now he payed for it slowly. Wistfully he glanced at the tops of the grass, hoping he too would be able to sway in the wind, down into soft sweet slumber..

His ear twiched slightly as the sound of rushing air carried itself into his ear. It wasn't a harsh or grating noise, it was rather gentle, like, feathers letting the wind pass through. Raising his head a few centimeters he peered at Cinnamon. She was in the same state as him; tired from a long day's trek, bent over besides a tree.. It couldn't have been her..

Tilting his head back fully he gazed at the sun whose merciless rays still shot into his eyes, the only relief being from the swaying clusters of leafy branches. The sound came again. This time Cinnamon looked up also. Giving her a curious squint, Axl resumed to search for this distracting noise.

Far up, a light shadow cast a disturbance between ths sun and its path. Both children saw it momentarily. It was a small reploid, no bigger than Axl himself. Huge fluffy white wings petruded from the top side of it's back. It wore a dark purple jump suit, with little or practically no white armor. Solely it's neck, chest, shoulder tops and lower legs were protected. Silky like rags followed it desent as it skimmed on top of the foilage.

The sight oddly enough was rather comforting. Both felt more at peace, just listening to the subtle rusttling of the white feathers..

"Ok." Jutting them both out of their revery, Axl motioned his head towards the direction they had been travelling. "We've got to find somewhere or somebody who will help us find a transmitter beacon. If we keep going in one direction we're bound to find something at least."

Nodding the medic agreed. "It's good logic. Maybe we should follow the direction that reploid was going?"

"Yeah! Maybe that reploid knows of some place!" Stretching his back slowly like a feline, Axl waited until he heard a minor crack. Assured that all his joints were in working order he strutted across the wavy lockes of green (man, there's just gotta be another word for grass..) herb (XD), Cinnamon followed close behind. As they continued their route, the trees and plants started to gradually thin out, showing signs that a plain was up further ahead.

"I think we should maybe go a bit faster, flying is easier than walking!" In responce to Cinnamon's worry, Axl's feet began to churn up more dirt as he quickened his pace.

The trees became more and more sparce as he tore through the path. He could tell by the regular panting behind him that Cinnamon too was running now.

"Almost there almost there!!" Axl would have continued to a third 'almost there' if he had not had been rebounded to the ground by the sudden impact of something.

"Oh my stars! Sir, are you ok??" Woozily Axl glanced upwards at who Cinnamon was fussing over. A man in a white lab coat with black straight 'messy' hair (think Loyyd from Tales of symphonia). He seemed to be about 24 in human years. His facial feature were soft, but his brown eyes kept a certain glint of slyness. He had been carrying a thick black little rectangular box, which Axl reckognised as a laptop. Cinnamon helped him up from his crashed over position. As he groggily got up, he tried to dust off the earth stains from his coat.

Looking to Axl, his eyes displayed genuine worry.

"Are you ok?" The reploid held out it's hand for Axl to take.

The younger male stared at the hand, uncertain. Ever since his time with Red Alert he had always been told and shown not to trust anybody. 'You just don't know who will turn their back on you..' Red's voice echoed through his head. But before he could object, the older reploid had already grabbed his wrist and brought him to a standing position.

Miffed and aggravated the teenager snapped his arm back to his side. The other simply put his black laptop in front of his legs and bowed feverously.

"Gomen, gomenasai."

Looking at the scientist oddly, Axl scrunched his face slightly. "Um, it's alright. Sorry for running into you."

"Yes. I'm very sorry for running into you too, oh, and for pulling you up like that, you just seemed to have fazed out or something."

"Are you Japanese?"

"Hm?"

"What you just said a few minutes ago was Japanese wasn't it?" Putting his left hand on his hip Axl inquistively stared at the older man.

"Oh, yes, it slips through from time to time. Actually I'm trilingual, but," a small grin touched his lips, "as you can tell, Japanese is my mother toung."

"Sooo.." The scientist glanced from face to face. Pensively he continued his question. "What are a bunch of young kids doing out here in the bush?" Suddenly the thought of what he had just said hit him as a blush deepened across his forhead. "Umm nevermind, don't answer that."

Incredulously Cinnamon pointed her thumb in Axl's direction. Eyes wide, she frantically cleared their case.

"Him?! Are you mad? Noway! We weren't, um, doing THAT! We're on a mission! OH!" Forgetting their predicament she looked at the scientist with imploring eyes. "Do you know of some place where we could transmit a message? It's urgent and it has to get to our friends as quickly as possible."

Chuckling he responded, "Sure. My cottage is just a few meters from here. You're welcome to use my transmiting device, I mean, for the trouble I've caused you."

"Great! By the way, what's your name?"

Answering the boy as he turned to go back to his property, the reploid replied cheerily. "My name's Dr. Pratt!"

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DON'T KILL ME YET!!! IT'S NOT WHO OR WHAT YOU THINK!!!!!!!!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!! I STILL HAVE TO BEAT MMZ3!!!!!!!- AND X8!!!! And apparently the plot has grown a lot bigger than I could have possibly imagined. (Curses) As a new year's resolution I've decided to cut down the AN's. So more story. Aeolus ()() soooo cute! OH by the way Meele and Silver are in the story, they're from "Why won't anybody talk to me?" by wait a minute.. Gate talks to him.... are you implying that Gate is a nobody?!!!

Axl: (Gulps) Ur, no mistress..

Uzu: Good boy.