Talking

Thinking

So uh... APRIL FOOLS! Here's a new chapter, and I do realize that that whole cancellation thing might have been a bit cruel, but its all in good fun right? R-right?

I don't any aspect of Megaman or any of its derivatives. I only own my ocs.

Chapter IV: A League of Assholes

The old spring bed in the basement felt better than any bed in Chip's life, but even it became uncomfortable as days passed, and the familiar face of Myles never showed. X had tried to break it to his partner several times that Myles might just be dead, but this only resulted in a sharp glare from Chip followed by him putting the M.E.T. face down on the ground

Finally after days of moping, Chip strapped the M.E.T back on his wrist.

"I think it's finally time we headed to the warehouse." Chip looked down at his NetNavi, "...and X?

"Hmmm?" X cracked one eye open

"Sorry for being such an ass these last couple days." Chip laced up his old, beat up tennis shoes.

"Apology accepted. So the old warehouse downtown?"

"Yup. Mind setting us a route via the rooftops? I don't feel like running into anything nasty on the way there."

"Won't the roof make you more suspicious?"

"People never seem to look up. We'll be fine."

"Might I remind you that we just found out that crossfuser police aren't necessarily human?"

"Close enough to human not to look up. You worry too much X."

X merely shook his head on the small screen, "Only trying to make sure neither of us get killed."

Chip disregarded the comment and stared at the hole in the floor he had fallen through in that unforgettable night a week or so ago. He had lost track of time at this point.

"First I want to pay a visit to Albert about those battle chips."

With his newish (they used to Lan's apparently) battle chips rattling in a case in his pocket, Chip approached the giant metal doors and rapped on them loudly without hesitation. He waited for what seemed like hours to him, before there was some muffled shuffling finally heard behind the door. With a sharp 'click!' it slowly cracked open ever so slightly.

"Who's there?" a familiar female voice flowed out through the crack

"It's the guy that you told to come here about a week ago!"

"Oh that hobo that saved me the other day!" the door swung open to reveal a slightly grimier than before Laurana Abiona smiling the smile she wore at the end of their last meeting.

"You don't exactly look like royalty yourself." Chip allowed a small smile to form on his lips.

The girl walked out into the open and sniffed slightly, "Exactly how long has it been since you showered?"

"Well..." Chip tapped his chin thoughtfully, "I got attacked twoish days ago... and I hadn't showered since a day or two before that. Combined with all the sewer wandering I've been doing, it's no wonder I probably smell like a pile of crap."

"That's an understatement." Laurana muttered under her breath, "So you decided to come after all huh? I was beginning to wonder if you would."

"I needed some sleep. When I saved you I hadn't slept in practically two days."

"Right..." Laurana looked a bit suspicious, though Chip couldn't really blame her, "I've got some questions before I let you in here, and no funny business."

Chip raised one eyebrow, "What exactly are you gonna do to me unarmed?"

"Maybe I won't do anything, but the four sniper rifles trained on your heart might have something to say about it."

Chip looked down to see four little red dots all trained on his chest, "Ah."

"They've got cross fusion piercing capable bullets so don't try and fuse to escape. Now who are you and how the hell do you have a NetNavi!"

"Oh come on!" Chip rolled his eyes, "You can't still seriously think I'm with the government?"

"You've got a NetNavi," Laurana replied coolly, "It stands to reason that you must be associated with them in some shape or form."

Chip sighed in defeat, "Would you believe that I got it from a British super computer in the sewers that was apparently built by my great grandfather?"

Laurana blinked owlishly at the young Hikari before bursting out into laughter.

"Oh come one I know it sounds cra-" Chip felt something wrap around his wrists, "Wait, is someone cuffing me?"

Laurana had a bit of a bemused look on her face, "Chief what are you doing? You said I'd have a chance to figure out what's going on!"

The aforementioned "Chief" yanked Chip roughly to his knees, "It's obvious this guy is lying."

"But there wasn't any deceit in h-" something happened to shut Laurana up that Chip couldn't see.

"Now you listen to me carefully," an old, scarred face barren of any sympathy came into Chip's vision, "The resistance isn't a bunch of suckers. Now you go back to your boss and tell him to go to hell."

"I don't have a boss to go back to idiot," Chip replied sardonically, "but if you don't want me here, you don't have to be such an asshole about it."

"You know what, I've changed my mind," the "Chief" punched Chip across the face, knocking him to the ground, "Throw him in the isolation box for a while. Maybe then he'll fess up. Oh and strip him of his NetNavi. It'll be useful to study."

Chip groaned in pain from a searing sensation around his temple and could feel fresh blood dripping down his face as a guard roughly grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, stripped him of his M.E.T., and began dragging him inside the dimly lit warehouse. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was Laurana arguing fervently with the "Chief", who he had a feeling was going to make his life hell.

Chip slowly began to wake in a pain filled haze.

"Ugghhh my head," Chip reached a hand up to his head and felt tender skin covered in dry blood, "Some welcoming committee this 'resistance' brought out. I feel like hell...wait where's my M.E.T!"

Chip felt around frantically in the dark confines of his prison, but without success. Through his groggy haze he finally remembered that it had been taken from him shortly before he blacked out.

"Bastards didn't even bother bandaging my wound did they." Chip could feel some blood still flowing sluggishly from the side of his head.

Chip simply sat in the darkness for a short time floating in and out of consciousness, hoping he wouldn't bleed out, when some raised voices penetrated the silence.

"I'm telling you he needs medical attention. Did you not see the blood flowing out of the side of his head!" an angry female voice came first.

"But the boss sai-!" sounds of someone being roughly pushed around proceeded this gruff voice.

Then like a beacon of hope, the top of Chips confines opened to let in light. Two hands grasped him by the shoulders and helped him to his feet.

Laurana began to wrap bandages around the head wound, cringing slightly at the nasty sight, "I can't get you out of here, but at least I can keep you from dieing."

"Thanks," Chip slurred in reply, before slumping back down into the box as soon as Laurana had finished the job.

"I promise I'll get you out of there as soon as I can. I don't really know why, but I believe you, no matter how ridiculous your story is." Laurana slowly shut the cover, "Don't die before I can get you out. Otherwise my efforts will go to waste."

So hopefully nobody is too murderous after all that, but hopefully seeing a new chapter sated any... urges you might have had. Anyways, I have a break coming out soon so if I'm not horribly lazy the next chapter will be out before May comes, especially now that the plot in 99% planned out. Also a beta is still wanted. I'm serious.

-Forscythe