Hello, all you cyborg fans out there! I'm sorry for all the delays for this story. I'm trying as hard as I can to update the story. Forgive me. Anyway, thanks for the reviews. You rock, Guardian of the Wing Diamond and Queen of Duels. Oh, and, Wolfwood11, you're character's gonna' make a huge hit in the chapter. So, all credits go to Wolfwood11. This chapter is dedicated to you. And, no, Josephine's not that kind of a character. She's just being friendly to 0010 Plus and Minus. Angelkeiko300, if you're reading this, I apologize. You're character is 0026 not 0029. So, I made a totally big mistake in the last chapter. Remember. It's 0026 not 0029. Sorry for the mix up. There's another character that's gonna' be 0029. Starting next chapter, I'm going to have to answer your reviews separately. So, the thank- yous are at the end of the story, starting next chapter that is. Alright enough blabbering, read on!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Cyborg 009, Vivianne (0026), or Shalo (0029). But, I do own 0017 Black and Red (Josephine and Alex)

"." ~ The way the 00 Cyborgs talk.

(.) ~ The way 001 talks

[.] ~ Vivianne's (0026) mental talk

{.} ~ Author's comments .

Of course, you know the rest.

Without any more mix-ups, let's get this chapter started.

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(Jet's p.o.v)

The crackling of the bon-fire could be heard throughout the forest as I slept on the soft ground of grass. I stared into the stars, hoping to catch a glimpse of her face in the sparkling lights. I sighed. "Josephine, where are you? I hope you're okay. If those nutcase cyborgs hurt you in any way, I swear I'll tear them apart, piece by piece," I said, more to the stars than to myself. While closing my eyes, I tried desperately to hear her lovely voice. I softly sang our favorite song to the quiet breeze.

"Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam, where the deer and the
antelope play, where seldom is heard, with encouraging words. And, the
skies were not cloudy all day. Home, home on the range, where the dear
and the antelope play. where seldom is heard. with encouraging words."

I started to trail off at the last line. Inhaling a shaky breath, I finished the song with a small whisper.

"And, the skies were not cloudy all day."

Tears started to leak out at the corners of my eyes. I could feel their wetness trailing down my cheeks and into the nourishment of the grass. That night, I cried myself to sleep, desperately wishing for my love to come home. and once again, back in my arms.

(End p.o.v)

(Albert's p.o.v)

"This is getting us no where. It's starting to get dark. We'll never find 002, now."

I chuckled at my lover's complains. "We can't give up now, Alex. If there's one thing I learned from 002 that would be 'a cyborg never gives up'. So, we won't give up. We've got to keep trying, no matter how hopeless the situation gets. And, don't you dare think of dropping me from thirty feet in the air," I finished off. Alex chuckled. "I wouldn't even dream of that. If I drop you now, I'm going to lose the only thing that I have left in my life," she said with caring eyes. I smiled and kissed her softly on the forehead.

"Of course, you won't."

Obviously, we were thirty feet up in the air. Since I can't fly, Alex has volunteered to help with that glitch. After all, she did control the powers of wind. I spun a twirl {think of Peter Pan} as I flew through a fluffy white could, like a phoenix free of its cage. "Now I know why 002 likes to fly so much. This is awesome! I wish I had powers like this," I said as I did another twirl through the clouds. I heard Alex commit a small giggle. "You look exactly like 002, while doing those twirls. You're such a show- off," she said. I raised my eyebrows. "Yeah, but. is 002 as adorable as me?" I said while showing off my cutest look. Alex laughed louder as she kissed my cheek. "No, of course not. You're way cuter than 002," I heard her reply. I smiled widely.

"That's better."

Alex, once again, let out a heart-filled laughter that echoed throughout the night. I smiled along with her. Whenever I'm next to her, I feel this warmth aura around her, the way I feel around Hilda. Could this really be true love? Yes, I know it is. I, Albert Hienrich, have fallen in love once again with Alex, 0017 Red. How ironic?

A content cheer from my lover interrupted my thoughts altogether. "Look, Albert. Down, there, isn't that 002?" she asked. I dipped my head to get a closer look at the figure shrouded in darkness below us. I smiled. "Yeah, I think that is him. Let's go check it out. Hey, Jet, up here!" I yelled. But, a soft hand covering my mouth soon muffled me. I looked at the owner of the hand. "Shh. Can't you tell he's sleeping, you idiot?!" Alex said. I looked back down to take a closer look, dropping a few feet in the air. I nodded. "You're right, he is sleeping. But, not very well, I'm afraid," I said quietly, while landing gracefully with two feet firmly planted on the ground. I waved over to Alex, signaling her to follow my lead. She landed right beside me. Together, we kneeled down to take a closer look at the sleeping 002. He seemed to be sweating a lot, and he mumbled in his sleep. I felt his forehead to check for a fever. My eye widened. "Not good. 002's got a fever. Alex, can you go find a river or something? Get as much water as you can in this," I said, while ripping a piece of my scarf into two pieces. "Oh, and please hurry. His fever's getting higher and higher by the minute," I stated. Alex nodded as she flew off into the distance. I turned my attention back towards the problem.

"Fire, I need a fire to warm him up."

I looked around at the small bon-fire that 002 had previously made, which was now a black charcoal stump. I sighed.

"This'll have to do."

Using my built-in blade and a stick I found on a ground, I rubbed the blade quickly on the wood, making it catch on fire. I threw it in with the rest of the wood. Picking up sticks around me, while hurling them into the blazing fire, I made a bon-fire large enough to be considered as a heat source. Carrying Jet gently in my arms, I placed him close, but not too close to the fire. I took off my jacket and placed it over his shivering body. I sighed and sat down, unable to do anything, but wait. I looked up at the forlorn stars. "Come on, Alex. Where are you?" I whispered to myself. Looking back at 002, my worry began to build. "Jet, what are you dreaming in there?"

(End p.o.v)

(Jet's p.o.v)

It was dark.very dark. I couldn't see a thing. Darkness surrounded me in a gloomy sort of way.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

I felt like I had this dream before. But, this time, it felt like a nightmare. So, I started walking into the darkness void of eternity. I shivered as a chill of coldness ran through my spine. Then, I heard a shriek, a scream of bloody murder. I froze as I heard the familiarity of the screech.

"Josephine."

Running blindedly towards the sound, I tried desperately to hear the scream once again. There was an illuminate light ahead of me. I ran towards. Soon, I was blinded by this huge light source. As I started to get use to the bright light, I looked around the room. My eyes widened with confusion.

All around me were doors of different shapes and colors. There were stairs leading nowhere, and yet.everywhere. I took a step forward, trying to count all the doors. I sighed. "This is hopeless. I can't even count this much. How can there be so many doors?" I wondered to myself. I shook my head out.

"No. I can't give up. Josephine's fate is lying in me hands now. I
can't let her sacrifice be in vain. I must get her back."

"Aye, but at what cost, mate?"

I whirled around trying to find the source of the unknown voice. "Where are you? Show yourself. Only a coward hides in the darkness," I boomed out. Turning to my right, a slick figure came out of the shadows. "Aye, you're right. Hiding is for the weak. But, I'm surprised you're not hiding in the dark, now are you?" the stranger said. I grinded my teeth. "Who are you? State your business. And, this is my territory; this is my dream," I said.

The figure simply stared at the hotheaded cyborg with glass green eyes. "Hey, 009? Is that you? No, it can't be. You've got the hair down, but the eyes...they're different. You're eyes, they're like 004's, but only green," I said, trailing off at the end. "I suppose I should introduce myself to you. I am 0029 aka Shalo. I'm an Australian ridded of emotions, unlike you softhearted cyborgs. My job is to destroy you as painfully as possible. I'm going to kill you all from the inside out. I may seem defenseless, but looks can be deceiving, couldn't they, old chap?" Shalo said in a monotonous sort of tone. I tried to make this as peaceful as possible. "Listen, I don't want to hurt one of my beloved brothers. But, if you insist on fighting, I have no choice but to reply to your agreement. Leave now, or I shall be forced to fight you," I said. Shalo's smile was full of venom. I couldn't believe a person five inches shorter than me is suggesting that I fight with him. Oh, this is hilarious.

"No. I'm forcing you to fight with me, whether you like it or not. Because, I intend to win this battle," Shalo said. I smirked. "Then, who am I to pass up this wonderful opportunity to shut you up," I said, with a slight smirk. Shalo laughed, sending the familiar chills up my spine.

"You've just made your first mistake in ever agreeing to this battle.
You just sealed your fate. And, I intend to make it worse. Let's
fight."

(End p.o.v)

So, the battle began. 002 lunged at Shalo with both of his fists flying, but as swiftly as a fox, Shalo dodged the attacks without getting hit. He smirked. "Is that the best you can do? And, here I was, thinking that you were the toughest cyborg in the 00 Prototype Rebellion Team. Ha, what a laugh. They might as well send me out babysitting. If you want to find your lost lover, then you have to go through me first," he said. Jet gritted his teeth. "You're all talk and no action. Stop blabbering and fight like a man, you coward," he said. Shalo's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"No one calls me a coward and gets away with it. Prepare to die,
Cyborg Prototype 002."

Suddenly, Jet used his acceleration mode and swung a fist at Shalo. "Yes!! Bull's eye! You're seriously ALL talk," 002 said. Shalo wiped a bit of blood away that was trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Congratulations. You're the first one to ever land a punch me in
battle. Don't get overconfident, though. I assure you, you won't be as
lucky the next time."

"I don't need luck in battle. I've got sweet skills," the American said. "Second mistake, never let your guard down," Shalo said before flying {literally} towards Jet and landing seven punches square in the gut. The punches sent 002 crashing into a metal door. The pain was unbearable as 002 tried to shake out the vibration that shot through his body. 002 stood up and continued the fight. Hour after hour, the battle wore on until both the cyborgs were tired and exhausted. "Enough playing, time to finish you off. Shalo put two hands over each other, palms facing Jet.

"Fireball from the Palm!"

002 was thrown back a few feet from the energy blast that emitted from Shalo's palms. Jet smirked, trying to cover up the distinctive pain that ran through his left arm. As he looked at his arm, the American winced as he saw the screeching wires disconnecting from the flesh.

"Any last words?"

002 stood up.

"Yes, four. 'I'm not done, yet.'"

Giving everything he has, Jet roared at Shalo and gave him the hardest punches he has ever given in his entire life.

"Here's all of my frustration, all of my anger, and all of my sorrow."

Shalo was surprised as he felt his own left arm snap. Violet blood came oozing out of the deep dents in his frame. "I'll make you pay for the pain you have caused me. Die cyborg!" he yelled. Jet closed his eyes as he waited for the final blow. "I've used all my energy on him. I'm worn out. I might as well face the facts. I'm so sorry, Josephine. I tried my best. Forgive me," 002 thought to himself. Shalo's fist was an inch close from Jet's face when a sudden loud voice rang through the room. "0029, that's quite enough. Report back to base immediately. I have another job for you," the voice said. Shalo quickly straightened up.

"Yes, sir. I'm on my way."

Shalo glared at 002. "I'll finish you off later. Remember this, I'll be haunting your dreams forever," he said. Then, walking off into the darkness, 0029 disappeared. Jet sighed. "Saved by the bell," he said quietly. By now, 002 had forgotten all about saving the lost prisoner, all he remembered was that he's alive, barely. His eyes drooped with sleepiness. "So, sleepy." Jet finally gave up to the heaviness and surrendered himself to the darkness.

"002, 002, wake up!! Are you alright?" a voice said. Jet opened his eyes groggily at the two blurry figures in front of him. "004, is that you?" he asked. 004 smiled, while turning towards Alex "Yes, he's awake," he said. As 004 turned back, he was faced with an anger-steamed 002. "What are you doing here?! Have you forgotten that I'm trying to sleep? Do you know what time it is? And what's this on my forehead?!" 002 shouted with fury. He quickly sat up and threw the piece of cloth at 004. Alex hissed. "Don't you dare do that again, 002. Albert just saved your idiotic life. You were having a high fever of probably over one hundred ten! He took care of you, made you well again. And, this is how you repay him? Is this how you treat your friends? I wonder what you do to your enemies? Apologize, now!" Alex barked. 002 obeyed the commanding girl. "Yes, sir, I mean m'am. So sorry, 004. Won't happen again. Swear it," 002 quickly said. 004 chuckled. "No problem, 002. I knew you would appreciated my hospitality," 004 stated.

002 kept quiet as he thought of the nightmare he had just seconds before. "I was dreaming. But, it felt so real. I almost died in a dream. That's scary. Well, for now. I've go to keep me eyes open for any other dangers. Shalo, if you come back, I'll promise you that the results of our battle will be different," 002 said softly, "I'll defeat you AND get back Josephine. I swear it."

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So, tell the truth. How'd ya like it? Was it okay? I'm starting to run dry of ideas. Wolfwood11, I hope your character was as cool as I had putting him as. So, if anyone else would like to submit a character. Go ahead. Credit is given when credit is due. Please R&R. I'd like to read your comments. Don't be nice. I can handle the flames. Bring it on. Reviews, please!!