"Just breathe."

I exhaled slowly as I peered the scope of my rifle. Zach stood beside me, arms crossed, watching as I leveled the unfamiliar weapon at my most dangerous opponent yet: a 20-year-old partially deflated tire.
Only a few hours had passed since our great escape, but the ex-guards and I had already made our way out of Saffron and deep into the woods outside of the city. We ran out the east side of the city, making as much noise as possible, but doubled down southward. It had been Reese's idea; he insisted that it would throw off any pursuers, at least for a little while. I pointed out that if Kira was coming after us again, she'd see right through our little ruse pretty quickly, but Reese just waved me off. He was very confident that what little head start we had would last us until we reached the coast. After that point, neither Reese nor Zach had figured out what we would do, but it was definitely a start.

Zach saw my hesitation, and leaned down a little closer me. "Breathing is important for firing a weapon like that. Hold your breath while aiming, and let it out when you finally pull the trigger. Just remember to not hold your breath for too long when you're aiming, 'else you'll pass out." He playfully punched me in the shoulder. I just looked up at him, scowling. Zach just laughed and resumed his arms-crossed position. I looked back down the sights at the fearsome tire, and after I confirmed my target, I finally took the shot.
The bullet tore along the rim of the tire, tearing open a small seam and careening into the window of a rusted-out truck. Shrugging off the recoil, I repositioned and shot again. This time my aim veered sharply to the right and the bullet flew out into the unknown wilderness. Oops. Rinse and repeat, my third and final shot actually went through the center of the tire, sending up a plume of dirt as it passed cleanly through and struck the earth.

"You weren't breathing correctly," Zach noted. Then he shrugged. "Not bad for a first timer, though."

"If you're so smart, how about you do it." I presented my rifle to him in a show of confidence.

Instead of taking it, Zach unslung his own rifle and brought it to bear. Without so much as looking down his own sights, he fired three quick shots at the other tires strewn about. Remarkably, all of his shots struck true, and every tire was either torn apart by the force of the impact or, in the case of one remarkably preserved tire, simply exploded due to the sudden depressurization. Looking back at me, Zach put his rifle over his shoulder once more. "Look at where proper breathing gets you."

"I'm pretty sure that you have a little more on me than just breathing," I said, slinging my own rifle over my own shoulder. "You've gotta teach me how to shoot like that."

"Well, unfortunately I can't help you with that exact model. It's much better at long range combat than ours," Zach admitted, "but closer up? Not so much. At that point, it might be more useful as a blunt object." He pantomimed swinging a baseball bat. "Just smack 'em."

We walked back to the spot where Reese was supposed to be waiting. Only…he wasn't there. His one singular supply pack was there, as was his rifle. Obviously, he didn't go far, but judging by Zach's reaction, it wasn't like Reese to up and leave his post. Then, Zach's expression softened. He picked up a rock from the ground and threw it straight upwards. It sailed through the canopy, then fell back to the ground as gravity took its hold. He picked it back up and did it again, and again, until Reese clambered down from the tree behind us. He leapt down the last 5 feet and dusted off his hands before turning to face us. A moment's pause. "Well, I needed to see where we were. Unlike field agents, we don't get any of those fancy Pokétches."

"So, how have you been able to track where we're going?" I asked.

"With this." Reese held up a small compass. "This way we at least have direction, just not destination. Therefore, we'll need to scout out the terrain every so often so we don't end up on the wrong part of the coast." He went to put the compass in his pack. "So how was shooting?" he asked, his back turned to me. "You weren't gone for very long."

I shrugged. "I landed every shot. Easy. Don't know why people make such a big deal out of it."

Reese snorted. "By that tone of voice, I'll bet you only skimmed your target, if that." He turned back around. "Even I can't hit something three times in quick succession like that, let alone with a hunting rifle."

"I could," Zach piped up.

"Yes, yes, you could," Reese said, butting in before Zach had even finished his quip. "I'll be much more impressed if you could hit three targets that aren't stationary. Did you even let the poor kid shoot, or did you just flaunt your average skillset again?"

"As a matter of fact, I did let the kid shoot first. He actually managed to shoot through the tire, if you can catch my meaning." Reese scoffed, looking away. Zach continued. "And for your information, if my skillset was average, you'd barely be able to hit the side of a barn with yours. Still a better chance than what you have now, though."

I put my hands together in a praying gesture. "Guys, please. I can tolerate your banter in a safer environment. Now that I was able to get some shooting practice in while you regrouped, Reese, we're going to need to get a move on. Are we still going to the coast?"

"I've had some time to reevaluate our plan," Reese said. "Our next goal should be to get to the coast, yes, but we can't travel to Unova by boat. That part alone would take days, if not weeks, and I have a feeling that we'd kill each other long before any Nova agent ever tracked us down. No, we'll have to fly."

"We're going all the way down to the coast for a flight?" Zach asked. "There's an airport in Saffron."

"Come on, Howler—sorry, Zach. This is hard to get used to," Reese said to me. He turned back to Zach. "The Saffron Airport would've been the first place that Nova checked. Hell, I bet they had agents there before we even properly escaped the base. No, we're going down to Vermilion to catch a plane to Unova. They say that's the only way in and out of the region, anyway."

"With what money?" Zach asked. "I doubt they'll let us fly for free."

Reese pondered that, pursing his lips. "Good point. I'll have to factor that in as we go."

"If you climb another tree to think about it, I'm cutting it down." Zach said, pointing at Reese. Reese groaned and waved him off.

"Maybe once we get to Vermilion, we can dance in the streets and get people to throw Pokén at us out of pity." I suggested jokingly.

"We'd have to be more creative than that to get any money," Zach replied. "We should dance while crying as well. That oughta catch people's attention."

"I said, I'm working on it!" Reese said, annoyed. "Don't humor me while I'm thinking!"

"Let's humor him while walking," I said. "We need to get moving before we completely give up our head start."

"Who died and made you king?" Zach asked me. "Why are we following your lead, again?"

"Because I'm just stating the obvious. Unless you want to stay here and climb trees like Mankeys until Nova shoots us out of them, of course."

"I guess we should get moving," Zach conceded. He grabbed Reese, who was digging around in his bag again, by the scruff of the neck and started trying to drag him along.

"Easy, EASY!" Reese demanded. He shook loose Zach's grip. "Just let me grab my stuff and we can go."


They couldn't have been any more obvious.

Agent Mavin sat on the top of a tree outside of Saffron City, scanning the forest for signs of disturbance. The traitors made as much noise as humanly possible while escaping the city. They triggered every single Nova sensor and alerted every single field agent on their way east. Most Nova officials wouldn't understand the significance of this, and that wasn't necessarily their fault. It was Mavin's job to know, not theirs.
After the traitors blundered through the city, they allegedly ran out into the forest to the east. That was the situation presented. However, Mavin figured that they would have no reason to go east. The only town out that way was Lavender Town, and there's only so much one can do in a town filled with nothing but death. Since there was no way that they would have gone back into the city, that left the northern and southern vectors. Cerulean City to the north didn't have a very strong Nova presence, sure, but the areas surrounding it did, and going further north would only send them deeper into the Kantonian wilderness, and they'd just be sitting Duckletts at that point. Well, even more so than they were already.
That just left the southern reaches. The closest thing to Saffron that way, aside from more dense forest, was Vermilion City. They had both a port AND an airport, allowing them to travel almost anywhere in the world. It wouldn't be impossible to track them after that point, but it sure as hell wouldn't be easy, either. So now, time was a factor as well.
Now came the fun part of tracking: the actual process of tracking. In a forest environment such as this, it would be relatively easy…provided Mavin found their trail soon. As time passed, their tracks would erode back into the earth, and the nature they disturbed would return to its previous state. Mavin would need to quickly evaluate the traitors' most likely course of action and plot their trek through the forest. It would be a rough process, full of conjecture and unfounded theories, but-

BOOM!

It might also be a lot easier than that, too. Mavin repositioned herself on her tree perch and quickly searched for the source of the loud noise. She didn't have to search for long, as there were two more identical booms in short order. Mavin managed to set her sights on the origin point, some 3 or 4 kilometers away perhaps, but she reminded herself not to get too excited. The woods outside Saffron had become a very popular hunting ground after many thousands of Sawsbuck began living there after the Software Wars. More than likely it was a struggling hunter trying to make a quick profit. This was all but confirmed after complete silence followed. Mavin was about to move to another vantage point when the shots started up again, but this time it was three in quick succession. That caused her to freeze in place. Only one person she knew was that good of a shot, and she so desperately wanted to meet him again.

"Oh, Howler," Mavin said to herself, slowly sliding back down the tree. "It's so nice of you to invite me over."


It's official: I hate forests.

The novelty wears off quickly when you spend all day, every day, wandering aimlessly through miles upon miles of identical trees. It wears off even quicker when you add in the looming sense of dread that comes with being knowingly stalked. Quicker still when you have to contend with the constant arguing between two longtime friends going through a rough patch. As you can see, I'm going through my supply of tolerance at near light speed.

"Look, all I'm saying is that maybe you should let me use the compass," Zach said to Reese. "For all we know, you're reading the damned thing backwards."

"I've already told you a million times, so what's one more? There's only one needle on this compass," Reese said, indicating the needle in question, "and it's pointing south. If you really want to know if we're going the right way, then try looking at the sun. It rises in the east-"

"-and sets in the west. I know, everyone over the age of 6 knows," Zach shot back, waving off Reese's helpful tip. "You've told me to do that already, sure, but that was hours ago. How do we know that the sun hasn't started setting yet?"

"Because it's only been three or four hours since sunrise, dumbass."

I was starting to get fed up. "You know what? Give the compass to me," I demanded, swiping it from Reese. I read it and gave it back. "We're going the right way. Stop trying to cause problems, Zach."

"Reese has never been the best with directions, that's all." Zach put his hands up. "He has a tendency to get lost. That's why I feel like I should be the navigator instead."

"If you're so smart, then fine," snapped Reese. He chucked the compass at Zach. "Read it for yourself, o' wise one."

"Gladly." Zach caught it in one hand and looked at it carefully. He spun around in a circle to…get a better reading, I guess. Eventually, he handed it back to Reese, noticeably deflated. "We're going the right way."

"It's not something as complex as finding a specific room on a specific floor of a skyscraper," Reese replied dryly. "We're going south. Even for me, that's hard to fuck up."

"I'm so glad you've managed to reconcile," I said, "but we need to keep moving. Vermilion City is still a long way off, and every minute we spend bickering gives Kira more time to find us."

"No need to remind us," said both Zack and Reese in almost perfect unison. My nagging may be wearing thin on them already.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want to have to deal with her again," I explained as we started trudging through the growth again. "To be frank, I got lucky the night she tried to kick my shit in. They say lightning doesn't strike twice, and Kira's the last person I'd want to test that with."

"The last person you'd want to test it with so far," Zack corrected. "Hard as it may be for you to believe, but she's not the very best agent out there. She's hot shit, given, but not the hottest."

"Zack does have a point," Reese chimed in. "Even assuming we can outrun Mavin until we get to Unova, that's far from a guarantee that we won't be hunted down by another local specialist. To be quite honest, the odds are far from being in our favor no matter how you look at it. In addition to that, I don't see us living very long after we find out what happened to Thunderbeam, operating under the assumption that we can achieve even that."

"Your confidence is staggering," I said flatly.

Reese shrugged. "If I thought we had no chance of success, I would have just let myself get shot."

"Again. Staggering."

We hiked in silence for a few minutes. Eventually, Reese, who was in the lead, motioned for us to stop. "Hold onto this," he said, handing his compass to Zack. "I need to go take a leak."

"Seconded," Zack said, pocketing the compass.

"Thirded," I said. "Meet back up here in 5 minutes?"

"If it takes us that long," said Reese. He dropped his sack of goods and darted off into the trees. Poor guy was really holding it.

"Hope everything comes out okay!" Zack called out at him. Reese simply responded with a loud growl of annoyance.


Mavin had been following the three traitors for a couple of hours by now. They were surprisingly very easy to catch up to. It wasn't that they were necessarily slow, but none of them had very much experience with woodland environments. Mavin quite obviously did, so the gap was easily closed.
Eventually, the group started arguing over something. It quickly became quite evident that they had a disagreement on direction, as they started passing around a compass like a hot coal. Mavin used this opportunity to slip closer to the group. With their attention focused on both the needle and the road ahead, they wouldn't have a single thought to look behind them…unless she blew it. Luckily, that was not the case, and Mavin made it within maybe 15 meters of them before she could hear what they were saying.

"Your confidence is staggering," said Jack. Mavin thought it was good to know that Lancer was still being defeatist as usual, even despite the fact that she didn't have the full context of the argument. This suspicion was confirmed when Lancer rose to the provocation. So predictable.
The next few minutes were uneventful, as the merry band forged ever onward into the wild. Mavin for a moment considered dropping back some to avoid accidentally drawing their attention prematurely. She still had the element of surprise, damn it, and she wasn't going to waste it. However, while she was lost in her own head, she forgot to watch where she was going and tripped over a root. That Jack kid had a point hating them with a passion. Though she noisily crashed to the ground, she also went unnoticed by the group, who had stopped.

"I need to take a leak," said Lancer, breaking the silence at last. The rest of the group agreed and split off into the forest. Finally, another opening. With everyone in the group isolated, taking them down would be a piece of cake. First on the list: Lancer. Not because Mavin disliked him any more than any of the others, but simply because he was the closest to her current position. Smiling to herself, Mavin waited him to drop his guard.

Then she pounced.


I wandered quite a distance away before I found a good spot to relieve myself. I won't go into detail, because come on. No one wants to know about that shit…though I suppose that a more accurate term would be piss…anyway, I will say that it felt better than any other piss in my life. I don't think I went to the bathroom a single time since yesterday in Olivine. Arceus, it's hard to believe that it was only yesterday. My sense of time is going to be warped to all hell for a long while thanks to this journey. Dialga's machinations only serve as a sick game for us humans.
As I was finishing up, I heard a noise in the trees behind me. That's to be expected in a forest lush with Pokémon life, so I didn't think to much of it. At least, not until it spoke.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" said a female voice behind me. Startled, I about zippered myself into my pants. Cursing and whirling around, I came face to face with the last person I wanted to see right now, casually sitting on a branch.

Kira.

"It's been a day," I said, mentally steadying myself. "Less than that, even. Way less. You need to learn how to let go already."

"Weak," said Kira. She stood up on the branch and hopped backwards off it, gracefully dropped down to the ground. "Though, I guess I did catch you with your pants down, both physically and metaphorically." She smirked and crossed her arms. "Wouldn't be the first time."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked, suddenly feeling very self-conscious…and understandably a little creeped out.

"That came out wrong," Kira said. She started pacing around me, and I made sure to keep her in my sight; this peace was fragile. "I've already dealt with that traitor, Lancer. Your gentleman's agreement to split up has so far proven to be a bad idea."

"What did you do to Reese?" I demanded, unconsciously reaching towards my rifle's strap.

Kira shrugged. "Assuming you mean Lancer, I followed orders. Nothing more. I'd have done the same thing with Howler, but I decided it was best to deal with you next." She was still circling me, edging almost imperceptibly closer with each step.

"Should I be honored that you consider me a bigger threat than Zach or insulted that you find me an easy target?" I boasted.

"You should be afraid." Kira said coldly. Without any further warning, she charged.

This is what I had been dreading ever since we left Saffron. I quickly drew my rifle, but she was already right on top of me. Thinking quickly, I transferred into an overhead swinging attack, similar to what Zach had told me told me to do. Kira dodged sideways, avoiding the blow and causing me to overextend. She then closed in and punched me with all of her might in the side of the head. Grunting, I staggered backwards, disoriented. With the advantage comfortably hers, Kira pressed on. She swept my legs right out from under me, and I was disarmed when she followed up with a kick directly into my rifle. She tried to stomp on my ribs, but I was cognizant enough to roll away from her.
Quickly getting back to my feet, I saw Kira dig reach for her sidearm. If she pulled her gun out, the fight (and my life) was essentially over. I charged over to her with as much speed and force as I could muster. She freed her gun from its holster the moment I got to her. She tried bringing up to shoot me in the chest, but I had already swung at her wrist with the concentrated fury of a Machamp. I struck true, and Kira's hand involuntarily flexed open. The gun flew away from our tussle, but not before Kira managed to pull the trigger. Lucky for me, the shot went wild and flew into the woods, but being on the receiving end of a firearm feels much louder than doing the shooting yourself.
Not to be outdone, Kira grabbed the scruff of my neck with her other hand and pulled me into a bony knee in the stomach. With the air gone from my lungs, I fell victim to a flurry of blows from the Nova agent. As a finishing touch, Kira delivered a telegraphed but powerful uppercut right to my chin. I fell like a sack of rocks, fighting for consciousness. I slowly sat up, but even that was a struggle. Cringing, I looked at Kira and saw her level my own rifle at me. Without uttering even a single word, she pulled the trigger.

Nothing.

Kira checked the magazine. "Who the hell keeps an unloaded gun on them?" she asked me.

"Someone who can barely hit the side of a warship from a distance of 20 feet," I replied, grunting. "I figured that you'd disarm me pretty easily when push came to shove, so I didn't want to give you any spare ammunition. I see right through your strategies." In actuality, I completely forgot to reload the damned thing after target practice with Zach. And yes, he only let me have three bullets. Don't ask why.

"Don't give me that Tauros shit. The other two traitors you called friends probably didn't even trust you to have a loaded gun," Kira replied. She now held the rifle passively with one hand. I got to my feet and shakily mirrored Kira's previous combat stance. "Not done yet?" she asked, shaking her head. "It's such a shame that I have to kill you, after all of this."

"Clearly, you don't feel too bad about it," I said. This time, it was me who inched closer. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be putting such an effort into trying to shatter my bones."

Seeing my slow approach, Kira closed the distance between us and slammed me in the chest with the butt of my rifle. While I reeled, she fluidly slipped behind me and started to strangle me with the rifle. "You're right," she said in my ear. "I don't." Fighting my body's desire to black out, I resisted with what little strength I had left. I tried kicking at her again, but she was positioned in a way that made it extremely difficult. "Please stop fighting," Kira said. It wasn't a demand this time. In fact, it sounded more like…a plea.

Just as I was about to close my eyes for the last time, I heard a new crashing noise in the trees. Kira, in her homicidal focus, either ignored it or simply didn't notice as the noise got louder and louder as whoever or whatever it was drew closer. At least when I die, hopefully my corpse won't go to waste.
Finally, it burst from the thicket with a terrifyingly human yell. I couldn't see it from where I was standing, but I did hear the sick thud of something heavy against Kira's head, and the sudden release of pressure on my windpipe. I fell to the ground, coughing. I tried to get up, but was too weak at the current moment to do so. Someone grabbed my hand to help me up, and I obliged, looking up at my savior. It was Zach.

"I heard the gunshot. I see as usual, the fun happens without me," he said.

"You could say that" I said, coughing again. "Seriously. You could. I was fighting for my life!"

"Alright, I get it," Zach said defensively. "You're pissed that it took me a while to get here, right?"

"Among other things," I responded hoarsely.

"And that's understandable. But if I fell into a sour mood like that every time I was in a dangerous situation, I'd have a resting blood pressure higher than a Primeape's."

"So you deflect instead?"

"Exactly!"

"I don't know," I said. "That doesn't seem much healthier."

"It probably isn't," Zach admitted. "But it sure as hell makes me more tolerable to be around."

"Whatever. Now, what are we going to do about her?" I asked, gesturing over to the motionless specialist. "She tried to kill us. Should we return the favor?"

"Dear Arceus, no," Zach said, surprised. "But I will say we can't just let her go. I doubt she'd let bygones be bygones in this sort of situation." He pondered for a moment. "I think the survival packs come standard with climbing rope. Around here is mostly flat, so we shouldn't need any. Assuming Reese didn't remove it, we should be able to use that to tie up our new friend."

Zach's eyes widened. "Wait, shit. Reese!" He reached down and grabbed Kira by the arm. "Help me get her back to the bag. If she killed Reese, I'm going to hang her!"

"Why not do it here, then?" I asked, grabbing both my rifle and Kira's gun off of the ground and slinging the former back on my shoulder. The smaller weapon I wedged back into my pants. I figured I'd put it with Reese's bag when we got back.

"Well, I'm not going to kill her without any evidence that she killed Reese," he said. "That's just bad form."

I helped Zach drag Kira back to our spot. Luckily, since it wasn't that far away, she stayed in Dream Land the whole time. I also helped Zach tie her up with the rope, and after that was finished, he ran off in search of Reese. That left me alone with an unconscious killer in the middle of an unfamiliar environment. To be fair, though, that's pretty much been every night for the past couple of weeks.

Kira started groaning after a fair amount of time had passed. I stopped scanning the trees for Zach and Reese and focused on her. With some effort, she sat up despite her arms being bound behind her back. Weakly, she spoke. "Tied up again? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you enjoy seeing me like this."

"Oh, no," I said as coldly as possible, "you don't get to play that game anymore. You tried to kill me, and as far as I know, you've killed Reese already. Just sit there and be quiet."

"I've already told you," Kira said. "I was just following orders."

"Really? I guess I'll just let you go, then," I said sarcastically. "Your orders don't change the fact that you tried to kill us. I know you only really tolerated me, but Zach and Reese were your friends once. Did they mean so little to you that you would try to murder them on a whim?"

"They're traitors to Nova!" Kira said back at me. "This is my job! Did you think we track down dangerous fugitives and give them a stern talking to? Do you even remember how we met?"

"How could I not?" I muttered to myself.

"You need to understand, none of this was ever personal," she claimed. "As specialists, we're all trained to-"

"I don't want to hear it," I snapped. "And it felt pretty damn personal when you tried to strangle me with my own rifle!"

Before Kira could reply, Zach suddenly appeared with Reese in tow. I didn't even hear them approach this time.

"Still alive, bitches," boasted Reese. Though he had to be supported by Zach to stand, he otherwise looked mostly okay; no more banged up than I was. "Sorry it took us so long to get back. I was rudely interrupted by present company, so I still had to take a piss."

"It's your lucky day, Mavin," said Zach, emphasizing Kira's code name. "Since you failed to kill Reese, we're not going to be killing you, either."

"I appreciate the sentiment, but now that we've established that this entire encounter was a huge waste of time for all of us, can I go yet?" Kira asked.

"You're not going anywhere," I said. "You are sorely deluded if you think we're letting this happen again. No, you're coming with us, and who knows? Maybe we'll need you later."

"She's coming with us now?" Reese asked. "This day keeps getting better and better for me." He shook off Zach's support and shakily stood freely.

"How are you doing now?" I asked him. "I'm assuming Kira didn't announce her presence to you."

"No, she definitely did," Reese said. "It's hard to ignore someone suddenly slamming your head into a tree and leaving you for dead. That being said, I'm just glad she didn't do it any harder. My brain is a very delicate instrument."

"Oh, you're a delicate instrument, alright," Zach poked just loud enough for us to hear.

"I'll set her loose right now," threatened Reese. "Then we'll see which of the two of you is the real delicate one."

"Guys, please," I pleaded. "Focus. Again." They both shifted their attention to me, while Kira silently observed. "Now that we have a prisoner, we also have some new things to consider. First, I'm going to assume that Kira won't be the only opponent we encounter on our journey. I know for a fact that she's in constant contact with Nova command, whoever that may be. If she goes too long without reporting anything, then they'll either launch an investigation or send another specialist or team out after us."

"And the second thing is how we'll have to adapt to travelling with an unwilling guest?" asked Reese. "Or is it what we'll have to end up doing with her once we reach a certain point?"

"Both," I answered, "including what that certain point would be. This is something we couldn't have accounted for, especially not so soon."

"We'll have plenty of time to think about it on the way to Vermilion," said Zach. "There's a lot of ground to cover, and the sooner we get there, the less we'll have to worry about more of these reinforcements."

And thus, in the span of less than 12 hours, I had gone from a goofy tagalong to a Nova specialist to a runaway. Not only that, but I was throwing in with ex-Nova guards and already had to fight the aforementioned specialist in a fight to the death, lost, and somehow made her our prisoner (with help, of course). Feel like you've just had a stroke trying to comprehend all of that? So do I.

And I lived it.


AN: Hey, guys. So, I hate doing author's notes. I find that they end up disrupting the flow of the story, and quite jarringly at that. Also, they haven't really been a big thing in like, ten years. In any case, I'll keep this short...starting now.

I've been busy lately, both in my daily life and in my own head. No, I'm not having mental troubles, fortunately. I just hit a creative wall, is all. That being said, I now have a better idea of where to take this story. As for the day-to-day humdrum, that's always hard to overcome. I'm sure you, dear reader, can relate in some ways. I'll try my best to keep a constant flow going, but don't be surprised if I lag behind some.

While I still have your attention, I have a quick announcement to make, too. I'm currently (as of 9-22-21) in the process of moving my existing chapters to another website as well. I'm not sure what the team thinks about it, especially since I'm a couple decades late to the party, but as a hint, it has 3 A's in an alliterative pattern. If you prefer using that one, or you happen to have friends that use it instead, I wouldn't be opposed to more views. I just know that a lot of people seem to prefer that site over this one. Alright, crude and blatant self promotion over. I hope to see you again!