Hey all, I'm here with another quick update for RotH and it is another plot progression chapter that is on the bad guy end. So this chapter is all bad guy centric for those that may have wanted to see a chapter on their perspective. I introduce a new OC in this chapter that fills in the position that has been left by Jess O'Malley after her death. Read and review as always and I hope you enjoy it.

Warning: Strong language and some light torture is in this chapter as well, but nothing gratuitous

Bold- TV/Radio/PA Systems/Megaphones etc.

Italics-Thoughts/Letters/Flashbacks/Pokemon and Human conversation through thought

Bold Italics- Radio Responses

Langdon towered over Reelah who was currently bound to a reclined chair. He was in a particularly bad mood with the A-Gene wielder in front of him as she had been very obstinate in preventing any testing to be done. She looked famished as she had hardly eaten anything since she was made the primary test subject after Dameon, David, Michka and Rein escaped about a week before. Not having the patience to deal with Reelah anymore, he decided to play his next card and force her to eat. Langdon's onyx black eyes bore into Reelah's brown eyes as she struggled against the binds.

"I've given you ample time to rectify your behavior, Reelah. Since you have refused to eat, I have to make sure you do so," Langdon said.

"Well I'll just spit it out then!" Reelah snapped back.

"Why do you think I'm here? Your little hunger strike will not work now and we will be sure you gain some form of energy back to resume the testing."

"I'll get rid of it some way or the other!"

"Your ignorance will be your downfall you stupid girl."

Langdon looked at the scientist that was beside him and nodded for him to proceed. The man scooped up a spoonful of food and directed it towards Reelah's mouth. Reelah sealed her lips shut and was doing everything she could to prevent the food from entering her body.

"Reelah, I'll be sure to get that food into your body. Whether I have to cause you pain so you open your mouth or I will forcibly open it with my telekinesis is up to you," Langdon warned.

Reelah ignored him and turned her head away as best as she could to avoid the spoon once again. The food hit Reelah's lips and fell to her shirt as it failed to enter her mouth. Not wanting to waste any time, Langdon decided to speed up the process. He warned Reelah about what he would do and his impatience got the better of him. Pulling out his MK23, Langdon cocked it and fired on round into Reelah's arm. A loud shriek of pain met his ears and he smirked as the first spoonful of food was shoved into her mouth.

"Hold her mouth and plug her nose!" Langdon said quickly.

The scientist did as he told and muffled Reelah's screams and pinched off the air to her nose, forcing her to swallow the food. Once Reelah finished swallowing, the scientist removed his hands and her screams of pain and rage continued. Reelah glared up through her tear filled eyes at Langdon and gave him the coldest glare she could.

"Will you cooperate now or will I have to continue to improvise?" Langdon asked, brushing off the glare.

"I'll kill you, you sadistic fuck!" Reelah screamed.

"And as I've told you countless times before, you can't touch me. Should you and I fight, I will end your pathetic excuse of a life with ease. In fact, I can do it right now if I wanted to. All I have to do is snap my fingers and your brain will disintegrate."

Langdon snapped his fingers and Reelah's mouth opened wide once more and more food was placed inside. Just like before, the scientist repeated the process and forced Reelah to swallow once more. She almost gagged as she swallowed and she let out another frustrated scream as Langdon continued to make her life a living hell. No matter what she did, he would win without difficulty. She wanted nothing more than to kill the man before her, but deep down she knew he was right. If she were to face Langdon, he would kill her easily.

"Now that you're eating, I'm going to check up on you later. I suggest you eat up because you will need that energy," Langdon said as he cocked his gun again.

He fired on more round and it struck Reelah in her other arm, earning another sharp scream of pain as the bullet embedded itself inside of her. Fresh blood trickled out of Reelah's new wound and started to stain her arm. Langdon tucked his pistol away and looked at the scientist.

"Use the wounds to make her open her mouth and follow the method we've been using here. Do not let her out of that chair and take her back to her cell until she digests that food," Langdon said as he walked to the door.

"Yes sir," the scientist nodded as he scooped up more food.

Bill and Seishiro were walking down the hall from the mess hall and preparing to return to their duties. As they walked, the main doors to the sector opened and Amiko walked in with a notable look of displeasure on her face. The two of them exchanged looks before walking over to their fellow A-Gene user. When they got closer, they were able to see the state of her condition and she looked very roughed up.

"What the hell happened to you?" Bill asked as he gestured to her body.

"The four A-Gene users that escaped us a few days back showed up in Kansas and stopped me and Jess from capturing our targets," Amiko replied as she shoved her way between them.

"Where is Jess, Amiko?" Seishiro asked as he looked at her retreating form.

"Why don't you fuck off, Tokugawa? You'll find out soon enough, so quit shoving your nose into everything!"

Seishiro raised an eyebrow at the unusual response from his cohort. He had never seen her in such a frustrated mood as she always had a flirtatious and teasing nature. Not one to let insults get to him, Seishiro shrugged it off and watched as Amiko rounded the corner and vanished from sight. He looked at Bill who had a bemused expression on his face as he witnessed the little exchange they had.

"What do you think happened to get her that wound up?" Seishiro asked.

"I'm not sure. Maybe it was the fact she failed the mission or maybe it's got something to do with the fact of facing Langdon empty handed," Bill replied with a shrug.

"Oh, you think so? I thought it was more along the lines of failing to steal some money or jewelry. I guess you do have a brain after hearing a logical answer like that. That does make perfect sense."

Seishiro could have sworn he felt the temperature around him drop to absolute zero and glanced at Bill out of the corner of his eye. He smirked a little bit when he saw Bill leveling him with the harshest glare he could. He knew Bill was highly intelligent but he couldn't help but poke fun at the all brawn no brain soldier stereotype. Seishiro's feet felt rather cold and he looked down to see that his feet were frozen to floor in the thickest ice imaginable. The next thing he knew, he saw tiny lights burst in front of his eyes as Bill punched him across the face with an Ice Punch.

"This time I hit you with a fist," Bill said holding up a finger, "next time, it'll be something sharp."

"Once again you prove to have a dead sense of humor," Seishiro said shaking his head.

"Shut the hell up."

Seishiro was about to respond to Bill's retort but stopped when he heard the PA system beep for a page.

"All A-Gene personnel of Task Force Hunter report to conference room one," Langdon's voice reverberated around the halls, "I say again. All A-Gene personnel of Task Force Hunter report to conference room one."

Bill started walking in the direction of the conference hall and disregarded Seishiro's struggle to break free from the ice that glued him to the floor. Seishiro looked at Bill and cleared his throat, making Bill turn back to him.

"What?" Bill asked as he placed his hands in his pockets.

"Can you please break me out of this so we can go to the conference hall?" Seishiro replied.

"Nah, I'm just an all brawn and no brain soldier, remember? I can help a person of your caliber, I just don't want to. But hey, you've got two arms that aren't broken and a Pokémon inside that Pokeball, so you should be able to help yourself, right?"

With that, Bill continued his stride down the hall with a smirk on his face as he left Seishiro behind. Seishiro watched as Bill vanished from sight and already knew he would be late for Langdon's meeting which would in turn probably get him extra detail duty and lead to him losing any free time he had to paint or do calligraphy.

"Dick," Seishiro muttered as he summoned Valens from his ball.

"How can I help you, master?" Valens asked.

"Can you help me break out of this accursed ice? Bill froze me to the ground after I poked fun at him."

"The all brawn no brain joke didn't sit too well with him, huh?"

Seishiro shook his head and Valens chuckled as he diverted power to his claws and hacked at the ice. Moments later the ice shattered and Seishiro began trying to get the blood in his feet flowing to warm back up. Thanking Valens, Seishiro returned him to his ball and hurried down the hall to the conference room.

Seishiro stumbled into the conference room a few minutes later and could feel Langdon's eyes bearing into him from his tardiness. He ignored staring into Langdon's eyes as he took his seat between Bill, who had a notable smirk on his face, and another male whom he had never seen before. The man appeared to be just shy of six feet tall and had a muscular build. He had lightly tanned skin and his eyes were purple with a crimson brim around the pupils and he had a scar that ran from his left lower lip down to his neck. He was wearing a blue hoodie, a pair of brown cargo pants, along with a pair of white and black sneakers.

Seishiro gave the newcomer a once over look before returning his gaze to the front of the room where Langdon was waiting for his attention.

"Nice of you to finally show up, Seishiro," Langdon said as he crossed his arms. "Now pay attention. We have a lot to do and we can't start with you fooling around."

"Yes sir," Seishiro replied with a curt nod.

Langdon did a quick glance to make sure he had everybody that made up the task force. He saw Amiko, Bill, Seishiro and their new additional member, Drake. The only member they were missing was Jess, but he already knew the cause of her absence. He looked at Amiko and she failed to return his gaze.

"Let's get down to business," Langdon began as he walked over to the board and pulled out a marker. "I have only a few things to address with all of you, but they are very important."

"What do they concern, sir?" Bill asked.

"Our first matter of business is the members of the task force here. As you can see, Jess is no longer with us. She was captured and I dealt with her in a manner to prevent her from revealing any key information to our enemies."

"How did Jess get caught? Wasn't she with Amiko?" Seishiro asked.

"She was, but Amiko found it best to save her own skin instead of looking out for our best interests. Because of that, she left Jess behind and she was captured by the A-Gene users that escaped us not to long ago."

Seishiro spared Amiko a glance and could see that her demeanor hadn't changed as she continued to look down at the table with her arms crossed. She was in bad mood for not being able to clean herself up from her mission and she still had to face Langdon personally when the meeting was finished.

"However, I have adjusted and acquired a new member here," Langdon said as he pointed at the new male. "Introduce yourself."

The male gave a grunt and did not respond to Langdon's request.

"Get up, boy. Open your mouth and say your name," Langdon said, his voice adapting a stern tone.

"Tch, why should I? I'm my own man, I don't have to listen to you," the male replied.

Everyone in the room looked at their new member in disdain at his behavior towards Langdon. All of them knew the consequences of those that got on Langdon's bad side and it usually ended up with him killing said person or severely maiming them. The pressure in the room seemed to increase as Langdon's anger grew at the lack of respect the new member was showing.

"I'm sorry, you seem to think you have a choice in this," Langdon said as he let his hand hang by his side, ready to be used. "So let's try this again. Say your name."

"Look old man, I don't respect you, so why should I introduce myself? By the looks of it, you wouldn't be able to hold your own against me in a fight," the male answered.

"Don't get smart with me. I don't care how strong you are or how skilled you are with your powers. I'm your superior and you will do as I tell you."

"I only respect those that can beat me in a fight and you have yet to do so. So sod off."

The tension in the room got so thick that it could be cut with a knife. Although Langdon's face didn't show it, he was fuming with the new member of the task force and he was tempted to crush him where he sat to prove a point.

"Look kid, he's the superior officer for a reason," Bill said looking at the male. "Just because you say you're strong and you think you can face him without difficulty doesn't mean you can. You are an idiot for believing you can take him on in a fight because you would lose terribly if you did."

"Bullshit," the male replied, "nothing's stronger than a Dragon-type."

The announcement of the newcomer's type threw the rest of the team off except for Langdon who already knew what he was. He smirked at his comrades and rested his hands at the back of his head.

"Would you care to test out that theory, you little shit?" Bill asked.

"What could you do to me?" The male asked.

"Dragons are indeed interesting and powerful creatures. However, it's even more interesting that ice can instantaneously kill one."

The male's eyes narrowed at Bill's subtle threat and he knew that it would be wise to not tempt him. From his observation, Bill appeared to be the second in command to Langdon and if he was an Ice-type like he claimed, it would spell trouble for him. Heeding Bill's warning, he decided to humor him and introduce himself.

"My name is Drake Westbrook," Drake finally said as he leaned back in his chair.

"Well, well, it seems that the tough guy does have some manners," Seishiro mused.

Drake sent a brief glare at Seishiro who ignored it and returned his attention to Langdon. He sighed as he also returned his focus to Langdon who appeared to settle down from the lack of respect that he gave.

"As I was saying, Drake Westbrook here is Jess's replacement. We have more members being sent our way from other bases around the states to help us with our upcoming tasks," Langdon said as he continued writing on the board.

"Does the next topic revolve around the A-Gene users that escaped?" Seishiro asked.

"Yes. Before I silenced Jess, she revealed the locations of where our other key bases are so they know which states we're stationed in and they already know of this one here. They will avoid our states for the most part unless there is something of gain for them."

"So are you thinking of a bait and capture method or are you planning to use us to track them and capture them?" Bill asked.

"We'll use both methods. I want to lure them into one of the states with our bases eventually. I will elaborate on this further when I finalize the plan on how I want to execute that."

Bill nodded and wrote down the information on his notebook and waited for Langdon to continue the agenda.

"Now comes the last order of business I have for you all. I want to do a prisoner transfer to our Texas base," Langdon said.

"Why do you want to shift some prisoners over?" Amiko asked.

"We're running low on A-Gene wielders here and they aren't getting the energy they need to stay testable. So I want to put them in an environment that will allow them to regain their strength."

"So are we transferring all of them or just a few?"

"All of them. In that group is our priority subject who must have a suitable security detail on the transfer. So I will assign either two or three of you to guard the convoy to Texas."

"Who's this priority prisoner? Surely he can't be that important?" Drake said as he crossed his arms.

"The priority prisoner is the first hybrid. George Hatfield."

All the occupants outside of Drake, who didn't know anything about George Hatfield, looked at Langdon in surprise as they heard that last bit of information. They all knew George Hatfield was the original hybrid and that after he unlocked his powers and tested the limits of them that he became the most powerful one in existence. It was no wonder that Langdon wanted a strong security team to escort the convoy.

"You mean to tell us that George Hatfield has been held hidden in this base this whole time? Why didn't you tell us this sooner?" Seishiro asked as he tapped his pencil on the table.

"I would have thought that was obvious?" Langdon replied. "It's because I don't trust any of you. Why do you think I withhold all pertinent information until I feel it needs to be known?"

"Funny. You want respect yet you have no faith in your own men," Drake said with a scoff.

"I don't see a problem with that. I know where all of you came from and your past and the only one that I would even think of trusting with this information would be Bill, because he and I come from the same line of work."

Drake immediately closed his mouth and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Langdon smirked to himself as he watched the look of discomfort on Drake's face.

"That's right, Drake," Langdon said, "I know all about you and how you unlocked your powers. All I have to do is send you back to Unova and see what the authorities have in store for you. Maybe they'll execute you on sight?"

With each word, Drake withdrew into his chair and clenched his fists. He was now regretting ever acting like a smartass around Langdon as he knew his fear of going back to Unova after the incident.

"When do you plan to have this transfer take place, sir?" Seishiro asked.

"I plan for this to be done no later than next week. If I decide to advance the transfer, I'll send out a FRAGO," Langdon said as he set the marker down.

"Understood."

After everyone finished writing down the information in their notebooks, they put tucked them away and waited for Langdon to dismiss them. Langdon called the room to attention and released them to carry on their business. As Amiko was about to exit the room, Langdon shut the door with his telekinesis and locked it. Amiko froze and was getting ready to get lectured for failing the mission. She turned around and saw Langdon leaning against the table with his arms crossed.

"What happened on that mission?" Langdon asked.

"What do you mean?" Amiko replied.

"You know what I'm talking about. You and Jess went on that mission to capture Dean Hartsock, Katherine Terrine and that mysterious one and I gave you an entire platoon of men to do it."

"What's your point?"

"I want to know what the fuck you were thinking when you decided that all your assets were expendable!"

Amiko pursed her lips at Langdon's outburst and crossed her arms as well. She was in no mood to have this discussion with the condition she was in and was feeling attacked with Langdon's questions.

"You got me. I was the only survivor, but it was all part of my strategy to capture the targets you wanted," Amiko said as she caressed the wound on her shoulder.

"What strategy requires you to sacrifice an entire group of men? We're on a limited budget, Amiko! I can't afford you pulling a stupid stunt like that because now I have to use our money to acquire more soldiers to replace all the ones you lost! The Department of Defense tracks our records and do you know the questions they'll ask when they see the personnel report?"

"Well it was either me or them and I know you have Task Force Hunter members in higher regards over these normal grunts."

"That's beside the point! What I'm getting at right here is the fact that you are a coward!"

Amiko froze as she heard that last word from Langdon. She knew she was selfish, but she was no coward. She glared at Langdon and walked up to him, jabbing her fingers in his chest.

"Don't you dare call me a coward!" Amiko hissed.

Langdon looked down at Amiko with his cold onyx eyes after she poked him. She took a step back and found herself backed up against the wall and Langdon placed his hands on the wall, blocking her from moving.

"You're not a coward, eh?" Langdon asked.

"No," Amiko answered without hesitation.

"You're a terrible liar."

"I'm not lying!"

Langdon scoffed at Amiko's response and decided to give her the reality check he felt she needed.

"If you're not a coward, then let me ask you this," Langdon began as he looked her in the eyes. "What do you call a person who abandons their comrades and leaves them for dead in order to save their own skin?"

Amiko lowered her head and gave no reply. It was right there that Langdon knew he won their little argument and smirked in victory. His eyes saw Amiko's body trembling. He couldn't tell if it was grief or anger, but he assumed it was the latter.

"Even though I may be a cold and heartless man, I'm no coward. If my former teammates were on our side, I would never abandon them in the face of the enemy and leave them for dead. The people that do that are lower than scum and deserve any consequences that come to them," Langdon said gaining a look of disbelief from Amiko.

"Now I know you're lying! You just finished saying you didn't trust any of us! So why in the hell would you trust your old teammates if they were on our side?" Amiko shot back.

"You're right, I don't trust you, but I'm not lying. Whether you choose to believe my words is up to you."

Langdon cupped Amiko's chin and turned her head to make her look at him. He could see her green eyes shimmering with unshed tears as his words sunk in. He leaned in close and let go of her chin once he was sure she would hold his gaze. His voice became more relaxed as he looked at Amiko.

"Get your wounds cleaned and make sure you put your Pokémon in the recovery unit. You'll be staying here at the base with me until I deem you fit to do missions again so we don't have a repeat incident like this one," Langdon said as he stood upright.

Amiko nodded and broke off the wall and was about to leave before turning around. She looked at Langdon and the familiar teasing glimmer appeared in her eye as a flirtatious grin spread across her face. She sauntered over to him and pressed herself against him and caressed his cheek with her free hand.

"It's so cute to see you break the bad boy attitude and show your soft side," Amiko purred. "I have to ask though. Are you just banning me from missions because you want me to stay here so we can get more acquainted or is it because you don't trust me with any of our personnel?"

"What do you think?" Langdon replied, his harsh tone returning.

"Either way, we'll be spending more time together, honey. My room is always unlocked if you want to talk."

Amiko pushed herself up on her tiptoes and her lips graced his neck before giving him a light peck on his jawline. She let go of Langdon and left the room with a sway in her hips and smirked as she wondered what was going through Langdon's head. Langdon, meanwhile, hated that Amiko continued flirting with him after he threatened her numerous times. Sighing, he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with his old zippo lighter. Inhaling the toxic substance, Langdon puffed out a stream of smoke as he left the room.

"I need a drink," Langdon muttered as he took another huff of his cigarette.

Done! I know it's a short chapter, but I felt I could use a break after that long ass one I wrote last chapter. Now we see some more plot progression with Langdon telling Task Force Hunter of their goals by coming up with a plan to capture the escaped A-Gene users and transferring George Hatfield, the original hybrid to Texas along with their other test subjects. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and are looking forward to more. Look at the story shout outs and additional points I have forgot to mention for a long time.-CaptainPrice

Point (s):

1.) I never really explained how the hybrids can/will die in the story here. I basically have the hybrids being able to die similar to normal humans but also in regards to their type disadvantage. So for example, Dameon, being a Dragon-type can still die from things like gunshots, explosions, or other types, but the types that have the highest chance of killing him when he fights are another Dragon-type or and Ice-type. So those types will more than likely be the ones to kill him out of everything, but he can still be killed by other causes but they don't have a high chance of doing so.

OCs Introduced:

Drake Westbrook: Dragon-Type (gallantmon7196)

Story Shout outs: 5/11/13

"Time of Courage" by my good friend FiammaJoule: This story is becoming one of the new stories that contain people with Pokemon powers/souls. It's extremely interesting and the first chapter alone was enough to get my attention and I'm sure it will be of interest to a lot of you readers as well. The story revolves around a group of people known as S-Types that have the abilities of Pokemon and are being hunted down by the government. Michka Morre is the protagonist and it'll be great to watch her progress and grow to help lead the resistance against the government. (Recently Updated on 12/8/12)

"Elementals" by Morris Archeltum: Elementals... humans that can use the abilities just like a Pokemon. Hunted by the government, they live in hiding. But as the world starts falling apart, they might just be the only ones who can stop it.

Grass-1

Fire-2

Water-1

Electric-3 (No more electric types are being taken.)

Flying-1

Dark-6 (No more dark types are being accepted. There are too many. I'm only going to take two more of these guys from the submitted ones I received.)

Poison-1

Dragon-2

Bug-2

Fighting-2

Rock-1

Ground-3

Steel-2

Ghost-2

Ice-1

Psychic-1

Normal-1