AN: Before I want it to be known that by now, I think the characters are going to start changing personality wise. They've been moving along for so long (I never bothered to say the span from the end of the game and this story—We just assume it's been a short time no longer than two years, don't you?). Anyway, since they've all been together and been through all sorts of mess I figure they should be acted totally different. They still make fun of Gallows, but they do that to keep it lively and hold on to what they have. Gallows is not as incompetent as he came off as (No, not incompetent, that's not Gallows, let's just say he is a bit more serious now, y'know, like that time in that one ruin when he accepts his destiny?). Jet has been changing from the start of this fanfic. That was the whole point of the first chapter. To move him into a new change. He's been more open. He talks more. He still will stay emotionless when he can, but he is not so bothered with what he does now. If it does bother him he's not going to let it stand and rather fight it. Let's just say the stick was taken out from his ass. With Clive he isn't as serious either. He was sort of a patriarch figure just because he's older. He is more relax with that now. Virginia has her leadership, but now she is starting to want to branch out. She has done everything she needed. Seen the world. Found her father and all. Now she's trying to prepare for what comes after all of this—hence her sudden interest in cooking, plus the new dress. Emilia...she's new and OC so there's nothing to say with her.

Sorry to go on talking for no reason. I just felt I wanted to say that. Let's continue with two chapters. I may not have one tomorrow. It will take a lot of imagination and rewriting to pull this next one off, and I'll have to sit on it for awhile and actually plan this one out rather than just translate my old script text into WA3 prose.

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"Are you guys...sure about this?"

"What d'ya mean?" Virginia wondered as Jet remained leaning against the wall in the sandcraft. Emilia at the helm.

Jet stood away from the way with his arms still crossed. "I just mean...this is pretty stupid. Who came up with this plan, Gallows?"

"No, it was me actually." Clive said with a sour face.

"And what do you mean by saying I came up with the plan?" Gallows interjected. Jet ignored him.

"Look, it's stupid to go to Diandogu. It's a city built just outside of the Ark of Destiny! Those are the people who want to kill us, y'know." Jet argued. "Why are we doing something stupid like this Clive? Temporary insanity?"

"The Ark of Destiny is after us. They have data against us in their files. Probably in those computer stuff they have. Our pictures. They know what we look like. If we can get in there we can delete all the incriminating data that has built up against us." Clive explained.

Virginia nodded. "That way we can get them off our backs a bit."

"Still...it won't an end to our wanted status." Jet replied.

"Yes, but you must agree that it will help lessen the intensity." Clive replied smugly.

"So...what's going to happen then? What's the plan?" Jet wondered.

Clive looked at him with an all-knowing grin. "Right, the plan."

Jet noticed the way he was looking at him. He backed up some. "Oh no! You're saying I gotta do this?"

"Well, I figured Emilia and I would come along too." Clive shrugged.

"I'm not doing it!" Jet argued.

"Virginia?" Clive questioned.

She nodded. "Well, I wonder what we should do with traitors." She mused twirling the tip of her hair. "Or...maybe you will reconsider, Jet?"

He watched her in confusion. Looking at her body language for some hints as to what she was getting at. What was she trying to buy him off with? "Uh...fine...I don't want to be ditched in the middle of nowhere after all. That...and I really want to kick Nobuo's ass so I won't bother drifting off right now."

Which is why Jet finds himself staring at Emilia's own heart-shaped butt right now. Clive behind him. The three crawling through air vents that Emilia had staked out earlier that day before night fell.

Attempting to refocus on the situation on hand and not perverted thoughts Jet had to do something. "I just noticed something weird." He began. "Why are the air vents to any complex always so easily accessible and clear for intruders? I mean, I'm a thief, and I don't think you know how many air vents I've crawled through in the short time I've been one. You'd think there'd be something like a trap up here waiting for us."

Clive paused for a moment. He just found that very strange of Jet to say. Being that he was speaking for possibly the longest time he has ever seen Jet do so. He heard the strange tone to the boy's voice though, and matched it to the one he wore when he had met Catherine. Jet was nervous because Emilia was leading this thing, and because she had something the young man could not keep his eyes off. Clive was just going to keep his eyes down being that he had the horrible view of all three of them.

"We may be heading into a trap though." Emilia finally replied.

"I don't think so." Clive pointed out. "They're too stupid to do that. They are an egotistical lot and would think that either, no one would infiltrate their main base, or that anybody who did they could easily detain."

"Hey, by memory I think we're over the main room now. That's where they keep the files, right?" Jet questioned peering down through the opening. "There's no one down there." He pointed out.

Clive nodded. "Let's hurry and get down there."

Jet dropped to the floor as lightly as he could. Still, it was a metal floor that let out a bit of noise. He caught Emilia who dropped afterwards. He let Clive fall on his butt. Clive looked at him in annoyance. What, you thought Jet Enduro would help him like that? Emilia scanned the room. "Clive and I will handle the files. You worry about the door." Jet nodded.

They all went to work in an orderly fashion and either deleted or burned any document that put them in negative places. The death of Lamium, the little battles between the two, the Gian Ve. Jet looked up with alert ears that twitched. "We got company a-coming." He warns.

The door opens and Alfred steps in to find a vacant room and went about his business. The Maxwell Gang were quickly making their way out through the air vents once again. However, that was before the narrow tunnel broke and caused them to drop while within it to the ground. In a daze Clive stepped out and was met with an ARM to his face. A room full of those of the Ark. They just had to find the break room where they were eating lunch.

Emilia deflects the bullets fired by them as Jet and Clive get to safe positions. Jet snatches up Emilia's wrist and the three are running through the maze-like halls for the exit with five men trailing behind them. "Where the Hell is that exit?" Jet shouted as he tried to recall the layout of the place to no avail. His head was in too much of a panic.

The three were snapped to attention by the sounding of an alarm. They dart into a room as their enemies pass them by. Taking in a brief sigh and catching their breaths they look to the room. "Put this on."

"No way." Jet responded. "I'm not putting on one of their girly outfits."

"This is a man's outfit." Clive replied in confusion.

"I know that!" Jet snatches the uniform. "Whatever! Let's get this over with." They exit the room as Clive inspects where they are. "So...how do we get out?"

"I don't know. I only had a plan for getting in." Clive says to Jet's disappointment.

"Hey...who are you?" A guard wonders upon seeing Emilia.

"Uh...Transcendent the Blade!" The guard is flung down the hall. She looked back to the other two. "Uh...he's still alive."

"So where was that exit?" Jet asked looking around again.

"I have no idea right now. Let's just run one way and hope it's the way out."

"Isn't running suspicious?" Emilia commented.

"You know what I mean." Clive replied as they began for the exit. "Hey, Virginia gave me a map if I remember." Clive pulled it out. "Okay...so...this map is useless. I think we're in a part of the ship we didn't see last time." He rips it up. "However, I think we are close to a garbage chute."

"How do you know that?" Emilia wondered. Clive pointed out a fire escape plan behind her that was posted on the wall. "Oh."

"That map says to go right, up two halls, and to the left. Look how small it is on the map. We can be there in seconds." Clive commented and they ran for the end of the hall and turned right as Clive said to.

"You were saying something about short?" Jet said to the side as they balked when they saw that the hall went on forever it seemed. Clive darted back to the map on the wall.

"Is this thing in scale?" He said punching it. "Look, we should just run anyway. It's the only path we know!"

The three start off again only to run into the same group of enemies they had after them in the beginning. "Put your weapons down and come with us." They demanded.

The three turned to find a second group sandwiching them between the other group. "I don't think we can surrender." Jet muses.

"Do so or we will have to apply force." The second mob informed them.

"Clive...we've been looking the long way for an exit." Jet grinned with a thumbs up signal. "Emilia. Do the honors on the exit and I'll handle the guards." She nodded. He ran forward and took out two guards in a blaze of bullets. Jet tossed the smoke grenade he snagged from one of the downed guards and the hall filled with the cloudy formation.

"Transcend the Blade!" Was all you heard before the smoke cleared and the Ark of Destiny fanatics were all alone.

"Uh...where did they go?" The boss wondered.

"Uh...sir." Another pointed shyly upward. A hole in the hull that would explain the small pile of dirt on the ground and the sudden wind.