Hey everybody, I'm back with another chapter for 'Rise of the Hybrids' and its got everything! Plot progression, action/violence, character insight and witty dialogue the whole nine yards. I've been up for the past five hours working on it to get it done, so here is the end result with 19 pages. So without further delay, let's get to the chapter!

Warning: Strong language and violence present.

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

Italics-Thoughts/Letters/Flashbacks

Bold Italics- Thoughts/Radio Responses/Foreign Language

Langdon was sitting in his office and typing up the final preparations of the OPORD he would eventually share with Task Force Hunter on the transportation of the priority individual, George Hatfield. He had everything planned out that would end up putting him on top of his opposition if it worked out the way it was supposed to. Typing up another sentence, he picked up his cigarette and took another huff as he reread the section he typed to make sure it was what he wanted.

"How does the plan look?" Alakazam asked through their telepathic link.

"It looks solid. I'm just revising it a little bit to prevent any mistakes that could come back and blow up in my face," Langdon replied, sparing his partner a glance.

Alakazam was hovering in a meditative position above the small couch with his eyes closed. He nodded at Langdon's response and resumed his exercise in silence. Langdon puffed out a stream of smoke and saved the document again before his fingers went back to work on the next section of the OPORD. A knock on his door made him stop what he was doing and curse silently. He had no time for petty bullshit and he was almost sure he was about to encounter some.

"Seishiro Tokugawa reporting," Seishiro said through the door.

"I didn't send for you, Tokugawa. I don't have time for any trivial crap that may come from your mouth right now," said Langdon as he glared at the door.

"I understand that, sir. I just wanted to discuss a matter which you can say has been prodding my head for a while now."

Langdon cursed again and decided to humor his emotionless robot of a subordinate and waved his hand. The door clicked as the locks opened and the door opened, allowing Seishiro to step in with Valens. Closing the door behind him, Seishiro walked to the front of the desk and stood at attention with Valens mimicking his movement.

"You've got thirty seconds before I kick you out of here. Start talking," Langdon said as he leaned back in his chair.

Seishiro nodded and knew he would have to cut down to the key details unless he was able to persuade Langdon to get him to speak a little longer. The only way he would be able to do that was if one of his key points would garner his interest and demand a further explanation.

"Colonel Gardner, I wanted to report about two things really. The first was about our new addition to Task Force Hunter, Drake Westbrook," Seishiro said as he looked at him.

"What about him?" Langdon asked.

"Can we trust him sir? You know that I am very perceptive and I personally feel that his rebellious nature can in turn come back to haunt us. What's to say he won't run off to join the runaway hybrids after he found out you have some dirt on him that scares him out of his wits?"

"He'd be a fool to do so and he knows what we are capable of. He's smart enough not to run away and give information over."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Why do you think Jess is dead? I have the capability to invade the minds of anyone I desire. What I'm getting at right now is that if something were to happen, one of us would take care of the situation and kill him. All you need is a gun and one chambered round. Just walk up behind him when he least expects it and shoot him in the back of the head."

"I see. A little barbaric, but whatever gets the job done I suppose."

Langdon clicked his tongue and puffed out more smoke.

"Don't give me that bullshit, you're just as barbaric. I've seen your memories and past when you first joined. It's not every day that you see a kid gut his own mother with a blade. That's up close and personal and messier that shooting someone in the head," said Langdon.

Seishiro's eyes narrowed at Langdon's words. He was well aware of Langdon's psychic prowess and that he was capable of doing a lot of things that ranged from hypnosis, telekinesis, and invading the mind. He also knew that Langdon had gone through some of his mind to do a background check to make sure he would check out before he joined Task Force Hunter. However, what Seishiro didn't know was how much Langdon saw and that put him on edge.

Seishiro, for the majority of his life, had always been the one that intimidated others and put them on edge. Being trained as an assassin as well helped him hide his emotions and he always maintained a professional manner in his job. Now that Langdon informed him of that little bit from his past, the tables were turned and now he was put on edge. He did not like that one bit.

"You have ten seconds," Langdon continued as he huffed again.

"The second bit I wanted to share with you was a police report that came in near the Kansas-Missouri border. Authorities were informed of possible escaped prisoners to be on the lookout for," Seishiro replied.

"They're going back east now? That's unlikely. Blackburn, Montes and Hartsock know it'd be foolish to head to the eastern seaboard and near the nation's capital."

"Where would they be going then?"

"Chances are they would not go that far, but I do know that Montes lives in Wisconsin. It's possible they may be heading towards a contact he has or maybe even towards the Canadian border."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I want to send a surveillance team, consisting of you and Harding. Your job is to tail them and keep me posted on all of their movements and plans."

Seishiro nodded and waited for Langdon to dismiss him. Silence filled the room and once again Seishiro was put on edge by the man before him. He couldn't understand what it was about Langdon that made him assume a hasty guard when he shouldn't be concerned about it. One would think having a type advantage over him would instill tons of confidence in him and leave him free of worry, but that wasn't the case. Langdon's eyes locked with his again and Seishiro held the gaze.

"One thing I will tell you now Tokugawa is to not point fingers at your subordinates and shift my attention to them. You'll give me the wrong impression. I already know you're a shifty bastard. I don't like you and I don't trust you either. I'll be keeping my eye on you a lot more now," said Langdon as he extinguished his cigarette in the ash tray.

"Yes, sir," Seishiro said with a nod.

"Go and tell Harding of the task I assigned you two. I want you both to get moving immediately. Understand?"

Seishiro nodded again as a reply. Langdon's brow furrowed and the tension in the room seemed to increase dramatically.

"Don't you fucking nod at me. Open your mouth and use your words like a big boy. Yes or no. Do you understand?" Langdon sneered.

"Yes, sir. I understand and will execute as ordered," said Seishiro.

"Good. Now get the hell out of my sight."

Seishiro saluted and promptly turned on heel and strode out of Langdon's office. The door slammed shut behind him and he could hear the locks clicking. He rolled his eyes and began his trek down the hall that was currently being reconstructed after it was destroyed when he and Bill fought Dameon and Michka. Valens was walking beside him and he could tell he wanted to speak.

"Master, is something wrong? I sensed that you got a little tense when Langdon was talking with you about your past," said Valens.

"Not here. We'll wait until we've informed Bill of our mission and safely in the confines of our room," Seishiro replied.

Valens only nodded and remained quiet as they continued moving down the hall. Seishiro would now have to keep on guard to avoid any unwanted intrusion on Langdon's part. He had never felt vulnerable and that talk with Langdon was still eating at him.

"How much of my past did he see?" Seishiro wondered as he and Valens rounded the corner.

Michka tossed and turned in her sleep as she experienced one of the many recurring nightmares that plagued her. The nightmares mainly revolved around the deaths of people that were dear to her. The most consistent dream was of the earthquake she experienced as a little girl that destroyed her entire hometown and claimed the lives of both of her parents. Her eyes snapped open and she bolted upright breathing heavily as she gasped for air. A cold sweat had formed on her person and she cursed silently. She rubbed her eyes and then glanced at her watch. It was almost three in the morning. Sighing again, she glanced around the area the group decided to camp at for the night. They ended up stopping in an open field in Missouri to catch up on sleep.

To her left was Rein and David who were snoring away in their sleeping bags and to her right were Katherine, Roland and Dean. She noticed Dameon was nowhere to be seen and her eyes scanned the prairie to find any trace of him. She remembered that the group established a lookout roster to have someone keeping guard for an hour at a time while the others slept. The humid air was starting to annoy Michka so she took off her sleeveless hoody, leaving her in her black tank top and her shorts.

"Much better," Michka muttered. "Damn, and I thought Verdanturf was humid during the summer."

Standing up, Michka gave a stretch and decided to take a brief walk to clear her head for the nightmares she had. That was one of the few coping mechanisms that worked for her as she never opened up to others about her past or her troubles unless she felt she could trust them. While she was in good company with the people she was grouped with now, she still didn't feel comfortable enough to say anything.

Her legs had carried her towards the spot where Dean and Dameon parked their cars. She looked at the moon as it illuminated the field that was surrounded by trees and the only way in was a dirt trail that lead to the main road. As she looked at the moon, she heard a small hiss and her head turned to the source of the noise. She turned towards Dameon's car to see him sitting on the hood with a six pack of beer resting beside him. He had just cracked open another bottle and took a swig of it. Michka frowned at the unhealthy habit that her comrade was finding solace in.

Finding nothing else better to do, Michka walked over to the car to converse with Dameon. She was not sure if he knew she was coming, but got her answer when her foot stepped on a stray twig. There was a sharp snap and Michka stopped dead. She had never seen somebody move as fast as Dameon when she broke the stick. The second the twig snapped, Dameon was already facing her direction with a pistol pointing straight at her head.

"Jesus Christ, I almost shot you!" Dameon hissed as he lowered the gun.

"Well, you didn't," Michka replied as she walked over to the hood and leaned against it.

"That's beside the point. We're in hostile territory and I put myself back in my defensive mindset that I had back in Delta Force. Last time something similar to this happened, I shot a man right in the head."

"Was he an ally?"

"No, he was part of the Taliban, but that doesn't matter. You have to be careful around me, Dave and Dean. We've been trained to react immediately to threats like that."

"I'm sorry. I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

"It would be in your best interest to do so."

Dameon rested his pistol beside him and took another gulp of the beer in his hand. As he was doing that, Michka counted the empty bottles in the case and shook her head. He was currently working on his fifth bottle of the six pack.

"You know that's going to kill your liver, right?" Michka asked as she sat beside him.

"Yolo," Dameon replied.

Michka giggled at Dameon's response and looked at the last bottle that sat in the case. Curious as to what the drink tasted like, she took it from the case and twisted the top off. She brought the bottle to her lips and took a sip. She shuddered and coughed as the foul substance hit her taste buds. Dameon chuckled at the reaction Michka had to taking only one sip.

"How can you drink this stuff? It tastes terrible!" Michka sputtered.

"It takes getting used to. I'm guessing that was your first alcoholic drink?" Dameon replied.

"Duh! What was your first guess?"

"I had the same reaction when I had my first drink."

Michka recovered from the setback she had with the beverage and let the bottle hang by her side as she held it by the neck. She looked up at the moon again and tried to put her nightmares on the back burner. Dameon polished off the rest of his bottle and could see that Michka looked occupied with her thoughts.

"Are you okay?" Dameon asked.

Michka turned to him after he asked the question looking a little surprised and nodded.

"I'm fine, just trying to shake off a bad dream," she replied.

"You should go back to bed. You have the next shift and you'll have to keep guard for the hour and you'll need your sleep."

"If I go back to sleep I'll just have those dreams again. I have the same damn nightmares almost three times a week."

"What are the nightmares about?"

Michka stayed silent as Dameon expressed his concern about her dreams. She didn't feel as though she could tell the others about her nightmares, but for some reason she felt as though she could tell Dameon. He risked his life to save her back in Nevada when they were escaping the base and she felt as though she could trust him a little more. Taking the chance and making herself a little vulnerable, she decided to share her past with him.

"The nightmares are the same thing every time. They each involve the deaths of people I cared about in the past. Primary examples being my parents and some of my friends that I worked with in the field," Michka explained.

"I'm sorry," Dameon replied. "If it's a touchy subject then I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I just figured you could consult with someone who has gone through similar circumstances."

"It's okay. You were just trying to help me. Now what about you? Maybe you should open up a little bit instead of drinking bottle after bottle of alcohol."

"I find that drinking helps me calm down. I found a few side methods to open myself up through therapy sessions I had to treat my PTSD. I actually talked to my family and I would sing rock songs to myself as well when I was alone."

"Oh, you sing? Let me hear it."

"I think that singing is something I'll keep to myself. I'm terrible at it, but maybe if you're lucky one night you might overhear me singing something."

Michka giggled again and the two of them fell silent. They sat there for a couple minutes in silence just enjoying each other's company.

"You should get back to sleep. Your shift starts in half an hour," said Dameon as he put the empty bottle back in the case.

"Yeah, you're right."

"Michka, if you ever need someone to talk to about those nightmares, I'll listen."

"Sounds like a plan. Only if you return the favor and tell me what's on your mind."

"Fair enough."

Michka got off the hood of the trunk and was about to walk back when she noticed the bottle of beer in her hand. She didn't have to look back to know Dameon was eyeing it and she was pretty sure she was going to anger him with her next move.

"You going to finish that?" Dameon asked, pointing to the bottle.

Michka looked back and him with a smirk and held up the bottle. Dameon outstretched his arm to take it, but his eyes widened in horror when Michka wound her arm back and launched the bottle into the dark abyss of the trees. A shatter came a few seconds later and Dameon looked back at her with a glare.

"Do you know how expensive that stuff is?" Dameon asked.

"Don't know, don't care," Michka replied with a shrug. "All I know is that you have to kick that filthy habit, so I thought I would get you started. This will help you save money too."

With that, Michka smiled and turned on her heel to walk back to her sleeping bag, leaving Dameon alone. He cursed Michka under his breath and leaned back on the hood of his car to stare at the star filled sky. His mind wandered to a past memory of him and Chelsea that happened a month ago. They were stargazing on top of the car in an open field like this one just watching the sky. The memory made Dameon's heart ache as he looked to his right where Chelsea would have been lying.

"Happy anniversary, baby," Dameon whispered.

The drive to Wisconsin was proving to be long and dull as the group drove through the open plains. To make time go by faster Dameon had hooked up his Ipod to the radio in his car started blasting music to the enjoyment of David and Rein. Michka was able to tolerate the music, but it heavy metal was not her taste. She crossed her arms and watched David, Rein and Dameon singing along to one of the many songs. Finally she decided speak her mind.

"I'm glad you are enjoying this music, but I personally can't say the same," Michka said.

"Suck it up, princess. You're in a car of metal heads," Rein replied through her head banging.

"I just don't think the vocals are great, I'm sorry."

The car came to a screeching halt at the stop sign. Dameon, David and Rein looked at Michka with incredulous faces. Knowing she said something that they didn't like, she felt a little outnumbered.

"Excuse me?" David asked.

"I said I don't think the vocals are that great," Michka answered.

"You will not mock Layne fucking Staley in this vehicle!" Rein said, jabbing Michka in the shoulder with her fingers.

"Amen to that," David agreed, fist bumping Rein.

"Okay, now that you've made your point, where are we now?"

"We're in Wisconsin now. We're heading to Madison which is about an hour from here. We just need to get on Fish Hatchery Road," David answered, facing front again and pulling out the map.

Dameon turned left and was now going north on Highway 14 which would eventually take them towards Oregon, Wisconsin and then a back road would get them to Fish Hatchery. The two vehicles continued driving the open road and past the open fields where farmers were harvesting the crops. Surprisingly after a lot of the farmland had been cut out of the state due to population increase, Wisconsin still held the title for the dairy state.

David folded the map and leaned back in his seat, rubbing his eyes. Michka had another question and decided to speak it as she wanted to know what the next move was. All she knew was that they were heading to see a contact of David's.

"So, David, who is this contact of yours?" Michka asked.

"The guy we're going to see is an old friend of mine that I made before I left Delta Force," David answered.

"Was he Delta Force too?"

"No. He's Russian. I met him a couple of months after Black was discharged from the unit."

Dameon turned to David with a spark of interest. He knew that David served an extra year after he left, but David never gave him the full details as to what he did. Obviously classified protocol played a role in that, but that never stopped David from relinquishing information to his teammates.

"When did you meet this Russian?" Dameon asked.

"I met him about a month after you left. I was pulled aside by the CIA to keep surveillance on a criminal group in Russia that had information on the A-Gene and relay intel to them. When I was over there, I got compromised and ended up getting sent to a Gulag," David replied.

"What the hell? How did you even get out of the Gulag?"

"It took months of planning and observation in order to break out. Obviously the CIA wasn't going to come get me since they would deny ever knowing me and terminate my record, so I had to take matters into my own hands. That's where I met Yuri."

David started to tell the gang about his imprisonment in the Gulag which was located in Verkhoyansk and its daily freezing temperatures of almost negative fifty. A lot of the inmates that were imprisoned with him fought to survive, often killing each other for food or succumbing to death after being worked to the core. During his second month of captivity is when David met Yuri Dranovich. They met at David's expense as he had accidently bumped into Yuri when he went to go get some food, garnering the Russian's attention along with his posse. Yuri sent two of his men to fight David and both were knocked out, but it took a lot of David's energy to take them down.

Yuri then fought David and ended up hoisting him off the ground by the neck. According to David, Yuri was one of the tallest Russians in the Gulag. He stood at six foot five and was built like a brick shithouse. Yuri had thrown him into a wooden beam and knocked him out in the process. When he came to, Yuri and his posse were gathered around him and looked pretty smug. Yuri acknowledged David's gutsy attempt to fight, even though the odds were against him and welcomed him into his group. It wasn't until after being welcomed by Yuri's group that he found out that Yuri was a former Spetsnaz operator.

"So how was the Gulag after you managed to get into the in crowd?" Rein asked.

"Food was good, but the service was lousy," David replied with a shrug. "I wouldn't recommend it for a vacation."

"We're getting off topic. How did you escape?" Michka interjected.

David apologized and returned to the story and explained how he and Yuri had come to an agreement to help each other escape the Gulag. It took them months of observation and planning to do it, but they finally came to a plan. Every two weeks there would be a train that would stop outside the Gulag to collect the dead bodies and take them to a crematorium a few miles away to dispose of the bodies. The only way to get on the train was to die, but it wasn't going to be possible to pull off by faking it normally. It had to appear legit. Yuri had established a connection with the outside and managed to receive some fake death pills. He had given them to his entire posse and all of them took the pills an hour prior to the train's arrival.

The pill itself would put them in a catatonic state and keep them like that for a short amount of time. Once all of them were found by the guards, they were loaded onto one of the box cars that would take them to the crematorium. The pills had worn off minutes before the train pulled into the crematorium and the group rallied together and prepared to swarm the guards that would be there to unload the train. Yuri and David subdued the first guards that opened the cart and snatched their weapons to begin their escape.

Within minutes of getting out of the boxcar, Yuri and David had killed a few guards and managed to arm most of their comrades. They then made a run to the parking lot and stole a transport truck to take back to the mainland. The trip was long, but within three days they managed to get to a safe haven and stayed low. David contacted the CIA and managed to arrange an evac site a few kilometers away from their safe house. Before he left, David told Yuri that if he were even to set foot in the states and wanted to find a place to lay low he suggested his home state of Wisconsin. Yuri said he would consider the offer and they parted ways. Just a month before David was captured Yuri had given him a ring and told him that he was residing in Madison to keep a low profile. He was now running a popular nightclub in downtown Madison called Ruskies under the pseudonym of Brian Hunt.

"Props, brother," Dameon said, holding up his fist.

"Thanks," David replied as he returned the fist bump.

The group was both surprised and impressed with the way David managed to survive the whole ordeal when anybody else would have died. David noted that the silver lining through being captured was that he became fluent with the Russian language and was able to add it to his linguistic abilities.

"Okay, hold on a minute, Jarhead," Rein said holding up her hand. "You mean to tell me that you are fluent in languages? I find that hard to believe."

"Why's that?" David asked, clearly offended.

"Most of you soldiers are all brawn and no brains. Yet you're telling us that you are fluent in three languages and still learning?"

"Okay, kid, let me clear some stuff up for you."

David turned in his seat to look back at Rein and held up two fingers to list off his points.

"Number one. Don't call me Jarhead. A Jarhead is a Marine. I'm a former Army Ranger of the 1st Battalion 75th Ranger Regiment and a Tier One Operator. Marines? I shit 'em," David began.

"Whatever," Rein replied, rolling her eyes. "Before this goes on any further, how's your accent and your fluency? What if Yuri's posse stops us if we try asking for him, huh?"

"Number two…"

David quickly said a sentence in Russian with pinpoint accuracy on the accent. To say Rein was surprised was an understatement. She had to do a double take and shook her head as she tried to process what David had said to her.

"Run that by me one more time. What the hell did you just say?" Rein asked with a laugh.

"I said that you need to behave and be nice or I'll have to spank you," David replied.

"Kinky, I like."

David smirked and shook his head before leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes.

The sun was setting by the time the group entered Madison on Fish Hatchery Road. The road would eventually connect to Park Street and they would follow that down until they passed University Avenue. They would then park their cars in one of the parking ramps and head to Ruskies on foot. Since David was the only one who knew the layout of the area, they would have to follow his lead. David made Dameon pull into the parking garage near the lake which was beside Memorial Union.

The group got out of the cars and stretched their legs after being cooped up in the cars for hours on end. David motioned for the gang to circle around him so he could explain the plan of action.

"Alright, we're currently on the UW campus. Students will be all over the place here and most likely drunk off their asses since it's Friday," David began. "We still want to maintain a low profile though. Do you all have a change of clothes?"

Everyone nodded and David quickly did a check to see clothes tucked under everyone's arms.

"Okay. We'll all go to the Memorial Union and change in the bathrooms and then head to Ruskies from there," David continued.

David started to make his way out of the garage and the others followed close behind. They followed the road down about half a block before David led them to the left and down another road alongside a large building. There was a large set of stairs that went up to the front doors and the gang hustled up them to get inside. When they entered they came to a few reception counters and some snack areas.

"Okay, if I remember this right, there are bathrooms down the hall here," David said as he pointed to the left.

"Let's go," said Dean as he made his way down the corridor.

Sure enough, there were two bathrooms down the hall. The group entered and quickly changed their clothes and cleaned themselves up. The men had shaved and the women fixed their hair and applied some makeup to blend in a little bit. Once everyone had tidied up, they met back outside. David told them to wait on the stairs to the Memorial Union while he took their clothes back to the car. He came back a few minutes later and had a large grin on his face.

"We ready to roll? I haven't been here in almost seven years!" David grinned as he motioned for them to follow him.

"What did you study up here, David?" Katherine asked.

"I was very gifted with languages and when I was in high school, I took college level classes in Arabic and Spanish when I was a Sophomore."

"Really? How'd you do?"

"I had a low A in both languages by the time I finished high school. If I decided to continue on to college after high school instead of going into the military, I probably would have done international studies."

"Wow. That's pretty impressive."

David waved off the compliment as he continued to lead the group down State Street. Memories came rushing back to him as he remembered coming down the road when he younger. It was filled with restaurants, bars and shops that managed to keep the students busy every single day. One of David's most cherished memories in Madison was going to see the Wisconsin Badgers play football, basketball and hockey with his father who was a graduate back in 1991 from Vet School. The sudden memory of his father made his mood drop a little bit as it made him think of his family.

Not wanting to lose sight of his priorities, David shook his head and had another smile spread across his face. He finally came to a stop outside of building that had alcohol signs and neon lights. One neon sign above the entrance read Ruskies in bright red letters.

"Here we are," David said as he opened the doors. "Ladies first."

Michka, Rein and Katherine entered the bar, followed closely by Dean, Dameon, Roland and then David.

The group was greeted with the noticeable pump of the bass through the surround sound of the club. There were students drinking at tables, laughing and joking away. There was a dance area that was cramped and filled with people grinding and dancing with each other.

"Where do we find Yuri?" Dameon asked.

"He's probably up in his office," David replied as he started to weave through the crowds.

"What does he look like?" Dean asked.

"Tall son of a bitch. Bald, goatee, built like a brick shithouse."

"So how do we get him to see us?" Michka asked.

"We have to find one of his staff members first and we may have to improvise a little bit. Do you all have your Pokémon?"

Everyone nodded and David started to look around. The first staff member he saw was at the bar on the other side of the club. He beckoned for the others to follow him and took them to the counter. They all sat down on the stools and gained the attention of the bartender.

"Yes? How can I help you all?" the bartender asked.

"Can we get a pitcher of Miller Lite please?" Dameon asked, pulling out some money.

"Sure."

The bartender filled up a large pitcher and passed out a glass to each of them. He then poured them all a drink. Michka appeared to turn green as she looked at the beer and turned away. Rein, however, looked ecstatic at having a free beer in front of her. She picked up the glass and was about to gulp it down, but it was snatched away by Michka.

"You're too young for that!" Michka hissed.

"Who are you, my mom?" Rein snapped back.

While Michka and Rein were arguing about the beer, Dean, Dameon and David tapped their glasses together.

"Cheers," David said taking a large swig.

David set his mug down and locked eyes with the bartender who had placed another pitcher on the counter. He glanced around and tried to get a feel for how many witnesses would see the exchange if it got out of hand. There were too many to count, so David decided to take the safer route.

"Is Brian Hunt here?" David asked.

"Brian is not here and if he was, he is too busy to deal with college kids like you," the bartender replied.

David knew he wasn't going to get any further unless he amped it up. Clearing his throat to get the bartender's attention, he gave him a serious look and reverted back to his Russian tongue.

"Let's try this again. Is Yuri Dranovich available?" David said.

The bartender's eyes narrowed as he looked at David. David returned the gaze with his own intense look. Seconds went by before the bartender gave a sharp whistle. Two bouncers came into view and started conversing with the bartender. David was only to catch snippets of the conversation, but he was able to tell what was coming. The bouncers were going to clear out the club except for him and his friends.

Just as he expected, the bouncers started forcing the students out and were getting lots of insults thrown at them. The place was cleared out almost instantly and the door was locked to prevent anyone from coming in.

"Dave, what's going on?" Dameon asked.

"I had to improvise or we weren't going to see Yuri. Besides, there were way too many witnesses here that would have called the police if we screwed this up," David replied.

"So where does this leave us?"

"I think we got about twenty seconds before we get surrounded."

"What'll happen from there?"

"We'll either have to fight or Yuri may come down to see us himself. Personally, I think it'll be the first one."

Dameon cursed and started to relay the message to the rest of the group. They didn't look too pleased with what they learned but decided to go with it. Numerous bouncers surrounded the group and they all had intimidating glares. This was going to go south quickly.

"Who the hell are you?" the head bouncer asked.

"A friend," David replied as he stood up.

"Bullshit! Who the hell are you?"

"Hey, cue ball, listen to me."

Wham! The moment the name left David's mouth, he was down on the ground after a punch struck him across the face. The coppery taste of blood met his tongue and he wiped it off of his lip. Smirking and giving a light chuckle, David was now taking the gloves off.

"Oh it's on now, bitch!" David sneered.

David jumped up and drove his knee into the bouncer's stomach, knocking the wind out of him. The bouncer hunched over and was met with an elbow strike to the jaw from David. The other bouncers got ready to jump in but were intercepted by Dameon and Dean. Dameon blocked the punch from one bouncer and then locked him in an arm bar. Dean parried a punch from the other bouncer and delivered a quick chop to the man's throat.

"Hey, let me get in on this!" Rein said as she leapt into the fray.

Rein got in the path of a bouncer that was about to punch Dean and drove her fist forward. Her punch smashed into the man's face. There was a crunch as Rein's hit broke the man's nose and forced him back. Rein smirked but her face contorted into one of discomfort and she clenched her throbbing hand. It felt as though she punched a brick wall over and over again.

"What are these guys made of?" Rein asked as she shook her hand free from the numbness.

"Not sure, but they won't stay down!" Katherine replied as she covered her fist in ice and her Ice Punch smashed into another man's diaphragm.

Katherine's use of her powers got the attention of the bouncers and they looked a little shocked at the new threats.

"What are you people?" Another bouncer asked.

"Your worst nightmare," Rein answered as she vanished into the shadows.

Rein's disappearance made the bouncers search for her. She jumped out of the shadows of the nearest bouncer and gave a hard kick. The kick hit the bouncer upside the head and sent him tumbling to the ground. Rein clutched her shin and started hopping up and down.

"Goddamn-it! I did it again!" Rein cursed as she hopped up and down in pain.

"Hold still, girl!" Said the bouncer.

The bouncer shot back up but was blasted off his feet, courtesy of a punch from Michka. He went soaring into the air and over the bartop. He crashed into the shelves and they fell to the floor, shattering a plethora of bottles. A bouncer lunged at Michka but was stopped in his tracks by Dameon who stopped his punch with one hand. He twisted the man's arm back opened his mouth. The Dragonbreath hit the bouncer head on and sent him jumping back in pain and surprise as he swatted out the blue and orange flames.

"You okay?" Dameon asked Michka.

"I'm fine. You worry about yourself!" Michka replied.

The fray continued and both sides were taking hits. The Russian bouncers kept coming back for more no matter how many times they were struck down from the attacks that they were hit with. Dameon's group was starting to get worn out and were bruised and bloodied from the hits they took.

Katherine froze one of the bouncers in place and Dean hovered in the air for a brief moment as his body was surrounded with a thick veil of water. He shot at the bouncer like a bullet and smashed hard into him. The bouncer was launched off of his feet and sent crashing into another bouncer that David was fighting.

"Nice one," Katherine said with a smirk.

"Thanks. Good teamwork on that one," Dean replied with a high five.

Roland had been effortlessly dodging the bouncers that were attacking him. He would phase in and out of existence before appearing and giving a punch or kick of his own. This time, however, he did something new. He pulled out his pistol that he used for his Shadow Ball shots and clutched an empty beer mug in his other hand. The bouncer started to run at him but was met with a glass to the face as Roland threw it at him. The glass shattered and earned a cry of pain from the bouncer. Roland brought the hammer down on his pistol and fired out shot. The Shadow Ball shot from his pistol and hit the bouncer square in the chest and sent him careening over the table.

"Oh dear," said Roland in between a sip of beer. "Do you want to continue?"

"I'm not through with you yet, cowboy!" The bouncer retorted.

"Good."

Rein jumped out of shadows again and raked her claws across a bouncer's face. The bouncer gave a surprised cry and Rein gave a thrust kick to the man's stomach. Her kick pushed him back a little bit, but his reflexes managed to beat hers. He grabbed her ankle and hoisted her into the air. Just as he was about to throw her, he was hit with a few small fireballs. He dropped Rein and turned to the source to see David holding his hand out towards him. David snapped his fingers and a large burst of fire shot out and hit the bouncer. The flames blasted him off his feet and into one of the wooden posts.

"That's what you get!" Rein said as she kicked him in the ribs.

The club had now sustained major damage from the brawl that had broken out. Each side was now on their last limbs as neither of them had given an inch in the fight, clearly determined to win against the other. As they were about to attack again, a new man made his presence known. He was very tall, possibly around six foot five. He was bald, had a black goatee and had well defined muscle under his clothes.

"What the hell is going on in here?" The man barked.

"Yuri, these people wanted to speak with you but we figured it was a trap," one bouncer replied.

"Did you ever think to come and find me first?"

"No, sir."

"Who was it that attacked you?"

"He claims he knows you, sir."

As soon as that was said, David got up from the ground from his hiding place and swiftly moved to Yuri's side. He pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Yuri's head and cocked the hammer. The bouncers all turned to see David holding Yuri at gunpoint. They all drew their weapons and pointed them at David and were prepared to shoot him.

Yuri glanced down out of the corner of his eye. His eyes widened in surprise to see his old comrade David Montes standing beside him. Despite the fact he was at gunpoint, he was happy to see him.

"David!" Yuri greeted with a hearty laugh.

David, who was exhausted, bruised and bloodied, was not in a good mood. In normal circumstances he would have been just as happy to see his friend, but his patience was long gone and his short temper had kicked in. Needless to say, his greeting wasn't the nicest thing in the world to say.

"Shut-up and sit down you big bald fuck!" David ordered.

Yuri chuckled again and sat down in the chair beside David. It was funny to see a man who was four inches taller take orders from a smaller man.

"What are you doing here my friend?" Yuri asked.

"Get us some towels and beer and maybe we can talk about this," David replied as he wiped away a trickle of blood from his nose.

All right, that's the chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it. Let me know what you thought about the action and whatever caught your eye. If anyone here reading this is a Marine, hopefully you didn't take what David said about them seriously. All branches of the military give each other shit and its their way of having fun with it. Now that the gang has met up with David's contact, what could he possibly help them with? And what about Seishiro and Bill's new task? You'll have to find out next time. Later.-CaptainPrice

"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 6/10/13)

"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.

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Fire-2

Water-2

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

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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.)

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