A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update…-leaves assorted baked goods- Umm hope you guys enjoy the chapter!

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Unbelievable, thought Bobby. This is just so unbelievable. Bobby's mind was in a whirl. Everything was happening so fast. Someone he had considered an enemy was now asking for his help. This was all so messed up.

"Destroy…Ibara?" Bobby said, coming close to stuttering like Mark had. "Why would you want to do…something like that?"

"Because Ibara is a retched place that deserves to be destroyed. It's the home territory of Saint Dane for God's sake. Now, tell me why you want to destroy Ibara, Pendragon."
"What?" Bobby said, stunned. "I don't want to destroy Ibara!"

"Don't mess with me, Pendragon," Emel said coldly. "I can read minds. Your plans on destroying Ibara are plastered clearly across your mind. And I can help you. We both want the same thing, so why not team up?" Bobby thought of the this idea. It was pretty smart. Him teaming up with Emel was a good idea. Who knows, he thought. Maybe Emel isn't working for Saint Dane after all.

"All right," Bobby said after a long silence. "I'll do it. I'll help you destroy Ibara." Emel clapped her hands together in excitement.

"Good choice, Pendragon." she said. "The two of us together will be unstoppable." She grinned wickedly. "C'mon, lets go. We've got some planning to do."

"Can Saangi come as well?" Bobby asked.

"Eh, no." Emel replied after about ten seconds of thinking. "The next meeting she can come to, but this one is important and only you and I can know about the things we're going to discuss." Bobby nodded.

"Gotcha," Bobby replied, and he quickly followed Emel out of the door.

"So where's a good place to privately just kinda sit and chat around here?" Emel asked.

"Well," Bobby thought for a moment about places that they could talk about destruction of a territory without being bothered. "There is a café pretty close to here that's always crowded, so we probably won't be overheard."

"That sounds great," Emel said. "How are we getting there?"

A few minutes later, Emel was grabbing onto Bobby's sides tightly as they zoomed through the streets of Stony Brook to a small café located in the center of town, close to the Ave. They arrived about five minutes after leaving, and Bobby parked the motorcycle in one of the rare empty parking spaces.

He dismounted and helped Emel off, and placed stepped inside the café. Bobby held the door open for Emel and walked inside. Both of them placed their orders and sat down at the only empty table. It was extremely loud, so Bobby knew his conversation wouldn't be overheard.

"Okay," Bobby began. "Before we start this, lets get some stuff clear. Who are you, where do you come from, and do you work for Saint Dane?"

Emel chuckled softly to herself. "I'm Emel, I come from one of the ten territories, and I work for no one, and Saint Dane is included in no one."

"Then what is with you controlling those Quigs?" Bobby asked.

"In time, Pendragon, in time." Emel replied. "For now, lets focus on the task at hand, shall we?" Bobby nodded. "So do you think we should destroy this place?" she said a little bit softer, in case they were overheard.

"I was thinking some kind of bomb on top of the cliff over the main city, and then it would blow up the cliff and the cliff would fall off and destroy the city."

"Hmmm," Emel said. "That's good, but I've got something better." She pulled out a few pieces of rolled up paper. She unrolled one, and Bobby was staring at a picture of a sphere no bigger than an apple. "This is the S. Bomb Version 6.0," explained. "It's small, but it's capable of blowing up the whole world. And this is what we're gonna use to destroy it."

"Ummm, order 49?" said an unfamiliar voice. Bobby and Emel glanced upwards to see a waitress standing at their table, their orders in her hands. "Your order has been ready for the last five minutes, so here you go." Before she left, she glanced at the bomb on the paper, gulped, and walked back behind the counter.

"Anyways," Emel said, taking a sip of her drink and turning her attention back to the paper. "The S. Bomb has 300 shrunken bombs that are actually humongous in real life inside of it. This bomb is what is going to be able to destroy Ibara, Pendragon."

"And just where to we get this bomb?" Bobby asked. Emel's plan was brilliant. He was sure they would succeed in taking away his dark memories with this bomb.

"It's Third Earth technology." Emel explained. "And we're going there to retrieve it right after I finish my drink. Man, this stuff is GOOD! What's this stuff called again, Pendragon?"

"A mocha frappe," Bobby replied smiling weakly.

"Wow, I need more of these mocha thingies! Can I get another one?" Bobby grinned.

"Go ahead," Emel rushed out of her chair and back to the counter where she order a second drink and sat back down. She drank the drink down in less than a minute and allowed Bobby to leave.

Note to self, thought Bobby. Never take Emel to a café again. He smiled and got back onto his bike, and was followed by Emel a few seconds later. They took off towards the Sherwood House.

When they arrived, the flume was empty and Quig-less.

"How do you control the Quigs?" Bobby asked.

"Just hush about all of that junk for now, Pendragon," Emel replied. "I tell ya, it will be all explained in time!"

"If you say so…" Bobby said, and he walked closer towards the flume. "Third Earth!" he yelled, and the familiar music of the flume started up and the craggy walls turned to crystal. Bobby was lifted off his feet and taken into the flume, and he soon heard Emel calling out Third Earth as well. The flume ride was normal and calming, and Bobby was left to his thoughts, as Emel was far behind him.

A few minutes later, the flume music quieted and Bobby landed on his feet in the subway flume on Third Earth. Emel appeared beside him a few seconds later, and they set off to find Patrick.

They found him twenty minutes later in the library he worked at.

"Patrick!" Bobby called. The librarian turned his head, and ran over to them.

"Bobby?" he asked. "What's the problem and…who's that pretty girl with you?" Emel blushed.

"I'm Emel," she said, extending her hand to the librarian. He shook it gently.

"We're here looking for this," Bobby said, and Emel pulled out the paper showing the S. Bomb.

"The S. BOMB? You can't be serious, Pendragon. That thing could destroy a whole territory!"
"And that's exactly what we're trying to do," Bobby said. Patrick when bug-eyed and stared at them.

"I'm taking my break!" Patrick called. Someone yelled "Ok" back, and Patrick led them to an empty back room. "You want to destroy a territory?" he said, in shock. "An entire Territory? Why?"

"I need to destroy the memories of assisting Saint Dane in his ploy. And Emel…I don't know about her."

"My reasons will be known soon enough, Pendragon." she said.

"You're sinking down to his level, Pendragon." Patrick said.

"I need to do this, Patrick!" yelled Bobby. "These dreams are horrible! They worsen every night!"

"I'm sorry to hear that, but don't think that destroying a territory will change anything!"

"It will! I can feel that it will."

"Sometimes instinct isn't right, Bobby." Patrick said. He sighed loudly. "But fine. I'll help you retrieve the S. Bomb. But I'm telling you guys, it's not gonna be easy. This thing is still a prototype, and only one is available in the whole world. I'll telling you they're not gonna just hand it over and say 'Here you go! Go blow stuff up! You kids have fun!' They're going to be pissed off at us. Lets go." Patrick led them to a futuristic car. It was sleek and slender and black in color.

"Wow, nice car." Bobby said. Patrick laughed.

"This thing? This thing is a piece of junk." He pointed upwards, where a few cars with small wings were flying over their heads. "Those things," he said, continuing to point. "Are nice. Those wings make it have perfect control. It's unbelievable." The group got into the car and set off the down empty road, and up a ramp. Patrick pressed a small red button and they flew off the ramp.

A few minutes later, after a car ride listening to Underoath, Bobby's favorite band, on an oldies station, (rap had become banned after a law passed by one of the Presidents.) the group arrived at a large building, located in the sky. The entrance was blocked by a gate and an intimidating looking guard in a small guard station. Patrick turned down the radio, which was filled with screams of drowning in sleep, and rolled down the window as the guard spoke.

"Hello, Patrick." the guard at the gate said. "What are you here for today?"

"Just doing some research on the S. Bomb, Lenny." Patrick said.

"You seem pretty interested in that thing lately," the guard, Lenny, commented.

"It's pretty fascinating." Patrick replied.

"Yeah, you're right." Lenny replied, and pressed a button on the control panel. There was a short buzzing sound and the gates opened. Patrick parked the car, and the group got out of the car. They walked inside the building, which was heavy with security.

"You're pretty high up in society, aren't you?" Bobby asked. Patrick smiled and nodded.

"I can go wherever I want in this building."

"I wish our librarians were this cool…" Emel said. "On my territory, they're all boring stupid heads." Patrick laughed and turned a corner into a "Do No Enter" hallway. He typed in a password on a metal door, and it swished open. The room they entered was humongous, and all white. On the back wall of the room was a large vault, and scattered around the room were two security guards. Patrick led the group to a table, and started reading a paper about the S. Bomb.

"Here's the plan," he whispered, while pretending to read. "Distract the guards, maybe get them out of here if you can, and I'll try to get the bomb."

"Gotcha," Emel said, and walked over to one of the guards.

"Hello there, foxy lady." the guard said with a dreamy look on his face. "What can I do for you today?"

"I've been here for about four hours today, and haven't had anything to eat since before I came here, but there isn't any food for sale here. Do you happen to have any?" she poked the chubby stomach of the guard. "You look like you have some good taste in food."

"Well," the man said, placing his hands on his side. "I do have a lunch in the back if you want it. Anything for a pretty lady like you." The guard led Emel out the door. Before she left, she turned back and grinned.

"Piece of cake," she mouthed, and followed the guard. Now came Bobby's turn. He walked over to the guard, and tapped him on the back.

"Can I help you?" the guard asked.

"Yeah, I think I overheard someone outside speaking of taking the S. Bomb."

"Holy crap!" the guard shrieked. He pulled a walkie talkie off his belt. "Attention all units, someone is trying to steal the S. Bomb." He then turned to Bobby. "Where's he at, kid?"

"Lobby," Bobby replied.

"HE'S IN THE LOBBY!" the guard screamed into the walkie talkie, and he ran out of the room, followed by Bobby.

"Idiots," muttered Patrick. He walked over to the safe and typed in the password he had learned using Traveler persuasion. The safe opened with a hissing noise, and Patrick stared at a small white box. Quickly, he pulled the box out of the safe and pocketed it in his coat. A few minutes later, he met up with the others, and while the riot was breaking out in the lobby, they snuck out of the building.

"I can't believe I'm a criminal now," Patrick said as they drove through the crowded sky-streets.

"It's ok, Patrick," Emel replied. "It's for the sake of Halla, so it's worth it."
"Yeah, it better be." Patrick said as they continued to drive. They arrived back at the library, and into the still empty break room. Patrick placed the small box on the table. "It's inside there. Do not touch it until you are absolutely ready to use it on the territory. Hey, what territory are you blowing up anyways?"
"Ibara." Emel and Bobby replied simultaneously. Patrick nodded.

"Be careful," he said. "Make sure that you're not on the territory when it blows up, or else you'll be killed too." Bobby and Emel nodded, and Emel pocked the S. Bomb.

"Well," Bobby said. "I guess we're off to plan some more."

"PLAN SOMEMORE?" Emel said. "We're going right to Ibara to blow that place up!" Bobby chuckled.

"We're going to need help. You said something about Saint Dane being there, so this isn't going to be easy, Emel."

"Oh right, Dane."

"Saint Dane came back to life?" Patrick said. "Cid killed him!"

"He was never dead," Emel began. "You guys only killed the body that he was inhabiting. Saint Azarus was an innocent Saint, until his body was chosen by Saint Dane to be used. So you only killed Azarus. Saint Dane's soul is still living, and he's inhabited another body." Patrick nodded.

"I'm coming with you," he said. Bobby agreed, and they set off to the flume to prepare for the destruction of Ibara.

A/N: This seems to be moving fast, but I assure you that it will be long. It'll probably end up longer than Pendragon: Memory, unless I start writing really long, 6000 word chapters. And I don't think that you guys want that, now do you? Anyways, thanks for waiting, and for all the reviews. They make me really happy. Now thanks to the reviewers: Uchiha James, Inu.Rox, Rich, Lady Pendragon, and believer07747. -leaves brownies- And please note there were no typos of the sort in chapter 3. Everything was intentional.