Snowcrystal of Thunderclan- Atleast it's not all sad tears right? :D I promised I would put up that one special before I put up the next rewrite chapter and I did! :D :D

16 pages! XD At two thirty in the morning! :D XD :D XD

READ THIS PLEASE! :'( :D :D :D :D: As a heads up, I will be starting to split the new chapters from the old, meaning I will be creating a new story for the new chapters and another one for the specials and moments until I am finished with the entire story where I will then combine them and arrange them how I want :D So look for the new story kay? :D

A Meeting, A Race, A Ring, And A Raid

Impatient knocking on her flat room door jolted Bree awake from where she had been curled up in a ball hidden under her blankets, rousing the usually hyperactive and energetic teenager into awareness and she pouted, dreading the idea of having to get up from her warm cocoon of blankets, 'I don't wanna get up... yet.' Bree mumbled to herself mentally and allowed her amber eyes to slide half closed as she compemplated the idea of going back to sleep. A particularly loud knock on the door threw that idea out the window and Bree rolled onto her back and pushed the blankets off of her face, emerging from her bright colored and blankets. Her cheerful attitude was already emerging as she reached as far as she could, grasping hold of the doorknob of her flat room and pulling the door open, causing her to slide off her bed and to the floor with a loud thump. "Hi!" She grinned happily at Holly -who had been knocking on the door- looking at her upside down with her legs tangled in her blankets leaning up against her bed, which was in the process of sliding sideways off the bed and onto the floor, bringing the rest of the blankets down on top of the hyper teenage, leaving her completely obscured from her subdivision leader's view.

"Hey Bree," Holly chuckled at the blanket covered morale expert, "I'm sending you and Jay to the friendly meeting at Star Division's base today, sound good to you?"

"Of course!" Bree chirped happily, pushing the blankets off of her face so she could smile at her friend, "There'll be new people! And my technology! Not to mention grumpy goofballs like Jay to cheer up!" She smiled, seeming content to be lying on the fluffy carpeted floor.

"I think you're going nuts," Jay grunted as he swung his darker colored blankets off of his legs before swinging his legs over the side of his bed and slapping his hand on his bed side table, looking for his visor.

"I'm not nuts, a little sleep drunk? Definitely!" Bree giggled, "I was working on L.I.O.N way to long last night!"

"Well unless Brendon's prank with an air horn yesterday blew out my eardrums," Jay spoke, finding his visor and pushing it on before flicking it on, the screen lighting up a faint red, "I'm not deaf, so I can get the door."

"I know!" Bree chirped happily, looking up at him as he walked over and hauled her up under the arms, "But it's fun saying hi and she woke me up!"

"Whatever you say, Bree." Jay rolled his eyes behind the visor as he unceremoniously dumped her onto her bed and dropped all of her blankets down on top of her, "When's the meeting Holly?... Oph!" He stumbled as Bree threw a pillow at the back of his head for the unceremonious dumping. He turned around, facing the techno genius, "Throw another pillow I dare you..."

Bree grinned cheekily from her sitting up position and did as he warned her against, taking her other pillow and throwing at him.

The pillow smacked Jay right in the face. Holly watched with amusement as Jay scooped up the pillow and jogged over to his friend's bed before knocking her backward onto her back and smothering her with the pillow.

"I said no throwing the pillow!" Jay grunted, smothering her with the pillow while Bree shrieked with laughter and weakly attempted to push the pillow away from her and off of her face. "What did I say Bree?'

"Not to throw the pillow!" Bree laughed and resisted the smothering treatment.

Jay cracked a grin and pushed the pillow against his friend's face, muffling her laughter, "then why did you throw it?"

"Because it was fun!" Bree laughed as she pushed the pillow away for long enough to speak before Jay pushed the pillow back over her face, her laughter once again muffled. A moment later, Bree pushed hard enough against the pillow that she unbalanced Jay so he fell over onto his side next to her, the paralyzed girl then took advantage of his unbalancing to take the pillow and smother him with it, "ha! I win!" She giggled, "I can throw as many pillows as I want!"

Jay actually started laughing, his baritone laugh making his friend smile even wider as she giggled before she purposely keeled over to the side and laughed alongside him, laughing hard enough she sounded like she was wheezing every breath.

Holly grinned widely at her brother's laughter, only Bree could induce that kind of sound and reaction from her brother, and if not her who would? Bree was the group's morale expert for a reason, she was rarely down and not hyper or excited, even after she nearly died from a bomb, she didn't lose the enthusiasm she was well known for and even created a device to nearly nullify the paralysis affects, she could do a lot of things someone with her degree of paralysis couldn't, like how she could move her legs, not against gravity, but she could volintarily move her legs in movements like sliding, kneeling, crawling, and practically anything that didn't require her legs to be moving against gravity or supporting her weight. "While the laughter and the pillow smothering is certaintly the best thing I've seen and heard all morning the meeting is at six which is in about an hour."

"Alright," Jay said, quickly recovering from his bout of laughter to reply to his sister, "Which plane?" He looked over at Bree, his eyebrows raising, "Your face is going bright red and I don't know about you, but humans do need to breathe, Bree."

Bree just kept laughing, choking on her laughter and struggling to breathe through her laughter.

"We may want to wait for Bree to recover." Jay deadpanned, patting his friend on the back, hoping to force some air into her lungs so she didn't pass out from the laughter. "Or she's going to pass out and end up bluer than my eyes."

Bree laughed harder at his comment, seriously struggling to breathe through the laughter, she rolled a little from side to side as she laughed, the high pitched laughter unrestrained, cheerful, and free sounding.

Jay's lips twitched into a grumpy smile at her unrestrained laughter and kept patting and rubbing her back, hoping she wouldn't pass out.

It took another five minutes before Bree calmed down enough to actually breathe and speak, leaning forward on her arms and taking deep breaths that were riddled with small giggles. The first thing she said however made Holly laugh, "You… lost the deal… again, pay up… Jay!" She said giggling in the pauses and pointing to the tip of her nose.

Jay sighed, rolled his eyes and kissed her on the tip of the nose, "Why did I even agree to that deal?"

"Because I make you laugh and we were bored and on a plane ride when we made it!" Bree chirped happily. Everyone in the Thunderbolt's subdivision knew about their deal, the deal that consisted of every time Bree got Jay to laugh, he had to kiss her on the cheek, tip of the nose, or forehead, whichever one either of them chose, although it didn't happen very often, with Jay's naturally grouchy and grumpy attitude.

"That's true, the things that happen on those plane rides are seriously weird, unexpected, and strange." Jay grunted before turning his attention to his sister, "what plane are we taking?"

"Plane 114," Holly replied, still smiling from Bree's earlier comment.

"Ooh! That's the good plane!" Bree grinned happily, "there's so much stuff to do and there are so much electronics to take apart and rewire!"

"I feel bad for the pilot," Jay grunted, "he or she probably replaces their electronics every time we're on there."

"Probably!" Bree chirped happily, "but it's so much fun to tinker with things!"

"I expect punctuality with you two, and be professional at the meeting, remember that you are representing the thunder division, we don't want Firen to be ashamed of your behavior," Holly said crisply, returning to her leader mode despite the bright smile on her face and the twinkling of her green eyes.

"Yeah, well save the tinkering till after the meeting." Jay grunted in reply to Bree's comment, "Understood Holly, we will do our best."

"Auh man!" Bree playfull whined, "I was really looking forward to tinkering with the PS4 on the plane ride there!"

"Tinker with your VR sunglasses," Jay grunted, rolling his blind blue eyes.

"Okay!" Bree chirped happily, amber eyes gleaming with constant cheer

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Jay jumped when he heard a thump next to him and quickly turned his head in the sound's direction only to look through his visor and found Bree asleep. Her cheek was resting against the table top, her VR sunglasses lying in pieces next to her head, a tiny screw driver held loosely in her left hand, a small piece of her sunglasses held limply in her right hand, her breathing was soft enough that he could barely hear it. 'That was fast.' He said mentally, usually she stayed awake on the way there and fell asleep on the way back, she must've been working on L.I.O.N longer than he had thought she had. With Bree now asleep he had some complete silence to himself, while their flat room was usually quiet while Bree was working on her gadgets and he was reading, it wasn't ever completely silent. There was always the sounds of metal against metal, the sound of Bree saudering something, the occasional curse under her breath, the sound of electrical curcuits sparking, the humming of computers, or the flat AI Blissie asking them if they needed anything or alerting them of someone coming. While he appreciated her happy chatter, silence and being alone to himself, just like Bree, was his favorite place. (wasn't expecting that were you? XD Bree's what's called a severly mild introvert, she does prefer to be alone in the silence tinkering with her devices, but she loves being around and with people at the same time. So she and Jay get along perfectly because both of them perfer silence and being on their own, which is why their flat room is nearly silent most of the time when they are both in there :D her personality is unique! :D)

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"Lean down and let me fix your collar," Bree chirped happily to Jay, fully awake and aware now after the nap she had had on the plane.

Jay did as she asked and waited for her to correctly fold down his collar, "did you have fun sleeping on the plane?" He asked curtly, bored and unused to her silence.

"Yup!" Bree chirped happily, folding down his collar and combing her fingers through his gray-speckled black hair so it laid flat and neat, not messy and scruffy.

"Is is okay now?' Jay huffed as she finished combing through his hair, "Can you stop touching me?" He asked and winced when she promptly swatted him upside the head before she folded the cuffs of his sleeves correctly and did the buttons at the wrists, straightening out his appearance. "I'm taking that as a no."

"You assumed correctly!" Bree grinned cheerfully, "and stop whining, I'm just making sure you won't look like an idiot!"

"I'm not whining," Jay said curtly, taking off his visor and tucking it into the breast pocket of his shirt, "I'm simply asking you to stop touching me." With a light blue long sleeve button down shirt with the thunder division emblem emblazoned on the breast pocket, neat black denim pants, black converse and no tie; Jay was looking as sharp as his well known sharp tongue.

"Well, you shouldn't have told me to stop touching you!" Bree grinned mischeviously and started poking him playfully in the gut, the highest point she could reach, "cause now I'm going to do it!" She tickled his sides, "and I don't want you to look stupid in a room full of people who unlike me, will judge you!"

Jay gave a snort at the tickling and swatted at her hand before grabbing her wrist in a gentle but firm grip, "Ack! Stop poking me! Don't you have to get ready too?"

"Nope!" Bree smiled widely, popping the 'p' and sticking her tongue out as she poked him with her other hand, brushing her fingers over his stomach where she knew he was dreadfully ticklish. "I'm already ready!" Indeed she was; Bree was wearing a black anklet length skirt with a yellow blouse that had the thunder emblem emblazoned on the front pocket, a light beige colored cardigan over it with matching ankle boots to complete the ensemble.

"Of course you are." Jay sighed and rolled his blind eyes before he caught her other wrist, "stop tickling me and let's go to the meeting."

"But tickling you's fun!" Bree chirped happily, amber eyes gleaming with slight mischief.

Jay reached over and brushed his fingers over the underside of her chin and got the girl to giggle at the tickling, "are you sure? I know for a fact that you are practically ticklish everywhere."

Bree giggled and slapped his hand away, "Okay, okay!" she giggled, "let's go to the meeting and have a tickle fight later!"

"No."

"Please!"

"No."

"I'll add color depth to your visor!" Bree waved a tiny capsule that contained an information transfer card designed for his visor alone.

"Fine."

"You have to participate!"

Jay looked in her general direction, blind blue eyes not amused, "fine."

"Okay! I'll install it on the plane ride back, sound good?"

"Fine, let's go already, Leah's waiting for us and we don't want to be late or Holly'll kill us."

"Okay!" Bree smiled and tucked the capsule into a bag on the back of her wheelchair, "let's go!"

"Calm down you crazy hyperactive girl." Jay snorted moving towards the door.

"Nope! Not yet!" Bree grinned widely at him, starting to push herself across the room towards the door, "We're not at the meeting yet!"

"I guess we aren't," Jay sighed with a roll of his blind blue eyes, secretly amused at her hyper attitude, "Keep being hyper then." He followed her as they started going down the hallway, the wheels of Bree's chair making low soft noises on the smooth tiled flooring.

"Yay!" Bree grinned at him happily, being the hyperactive person she usually was, amber eyes gleaming cheerfully.

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"Hi, Leah!" Bree greeted Jay's Aunt as they met with her on their way to the meeting room, "hope you're having a good day so far!"

"I am," Leah smiled at the hyper teenager, her enthusiasm infectious. "You two get here alright?"

"We got here perfectly fine," Jay replied from his position standing at Bree's right side, "besides Bree falling asleep on the plane and ending up more hyper than usual."

"It's not that much of a bad thing!" Bree exclaimed as they continued towards the meeting room at a steady pace, "I'm always hyper and excited!"

"There is a limit of bearable excited, Bree."

"Oh come on, you know you love it!" Bree flashed a bright grin at her friend, amber eyes twinkling both mischievously and cheekily.

"You are completely crazy." Jay sighed, shaking his head slightly in disbelief and rolling his blind blue eyes.

"Love you too!" Bree laughed, poking him in the side, "you're just as crazy as me!"

"Shut up." Jay grunted and swatted away her hand, "quite poking me."

"Alrighty!" Bree grinned and did as he asked for once, stopping the poking to continue pushing herself towards the meeting room at her friend's pace.

"Let's get to the meeting before Leah loses her composure okay Bree?" Jay sighed, noticing the laughter gleaming in his aunt's chocolate brown eyes, "or she's going to die from laughter.'

"That's always fun though!" Bree retorted, her amber eyes gleaming with enthusiasm and cheer.

"Bree, the meeting is about to start," Jay pointed out as they reached the meeting room, "dim down the excitement for a few hours okay?"

"Okay Jay," Bree replied, quickly calming down, her expression remained happy and cheerful, but her amber eyes glinted with an unusual seriousness and calmness.

Jay pushed open the door and held it open for Bree and his Aunt before he took a seat next to a younger River Medic named Willow.

Bree rolled over to her respective spot next to Jay and parked her chair there, a grin adorned her expression that was directed towards the group's five leaders, each of which, cracked a small smile at the teenager's grin.

A moment later, the Star Division Leader Bailey spoke up, starting the meeting between all five divisions. "How are the divisions getting along with the new transfer system?"

"There are a few conflicts," Firen admitted, leaning back a little in his chair, his green eyes were calm, "but it's not a surprise seeing how the divisions aren't used to dealing with each other all the time."

"I haven't had any conflicts with my transfers," Orion, the Wind Division Leader, said with a hint of arrogance in his tone, "everything's been running smoothly in my division."

"That's probably because his transfers were from shadow who are always over in wind anyway." Jay hissed in Bree's ear and she nodded, putting her elbows on the table and resting her chin on top of her clasped hands.

"There was a rough start," Bucky, the Shadow Division Leader, admitted with an annoyed sigh, "but things have smoothed out enough for everything to work properly."

"That's good to here," Bailey inputted, making notes on what the other leaders were saying, "what about you Luxa?"

"Like Bucky, there were a few rough times," Luxa, the River Division Leader, said, "but it smoothed itself out rather quickly."

"What about morale? Has that changed with the transfers?" Bailey asked, turning her bright blue eyes on Bree.

Bree put her forearms on the table and activated a Holo-watch around her wrist, "statistics wise? No, it's barely made a tiny dent in the current morale of the group." She said, bringing up a holographic chart so the leaders could see her reasons behind her words, "however, in the way the divisions function? There may be a few conflicts here and there."

"So it could effect the morale in the long run," Bailey said, seeing the reason in the teenager's words.

"I have a solution however," Bree continued after acknowledging Bailey's statement with a small nod, "if we break the tradition of having the division games every three years, we can bring up the morale like every time it comes up and display that it doesn't matter between divisions how you cooperate with the other warriors, fixing the problem in the long run," Bree replied touching part of the chart and the chart's results shot up and nearly doubled.

The leaders' eyebrows raised and Firen chuckled, "I knew there was a reason we chose you, Bree."

Bree's amber eyes lit up at the compliment and she smiled; five years ago the group had been having severe issues with morale and the warriors not going out on the field nor were they willing to fight for the group and the leaders had come up with the idea of having a morale support consultant to fix it. But the leaders had run into a problem, nobody wanted to do it full time twenty-four hours nor did anyone want to have to go to all of the meetings, oragnize things, or struggle to keep the group's moral up. Until, Holly suggested to her grandfather Firen, -the leader of the Thunder Division- the energetic thirteen-year-old sniper and tech expert in her subdivision named Breanna Grayas who had literally no job besides her technology work due to becoming paralyzed barely a month previous. So, without anymore options and having heard the many tales about the excitable teenager, he asked the hospital confined teenager and she had agreed right away. "Well I hope there's a reason," she grinned widely, "or else I'd just be sitting here in this meeting for no reason right?"

The occupants of the meeting laughed, excluding Jay of course, who just rolled his eyes and continued cleaning his sunglasses like visor.

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"Get up Hannah," Cynthia said, pulling off her blankets, "everyone's up except you so hurry up."

"What?" Hannah asked groggily, opening her pale blue eyes and looking at her trainer after propping herself up on her arms.

"It's time to get up, it's our flat's turn to be up and getting ready for the field," Cynthia replied patiently, her blue eyes a little drowsy, still dressed in her PJs that consisted of a light blue tank top with a white stripe beneath the arms and light gray sweat pants.

"What do you mean our flat's turn?" Hannah asked, the rivalry with the other girl not active with how drowsy and groggy she was at the current moment.

"Our subdivision's wake up times depend on the flat," Cynthia explained, going over to Leon and prodding him, "up at it Leon, or Holly'll have Blisse spray water all over you."

Leon shot up like a rocket, tumbling off his bed and to the floor in the process, "no! Not the water treatment!"

"Why do it that way?" Hannah inquired, running her fingers through her shoulderblade length blonde hair, "don't you all meet in the cafeteria in the morning?"

"StarClan no," Cynthia snorted, helping her groggy partner to his feet, "the mornings are all flat run, meaning you stay in your flat till your ready for training or being out on the field." She looked over at Leon, 'Good morning Leo, how's your head? You smacked it pretty hard on your bedside table.'

Leon winced and rubbed his forehead, 'Good morning to you too Sunshine, I'm going to have a migraine probably, do you know if we're going out on the field?'

'No idea,' Cynthia replied before speaking out loud to the AI that Bree had created back when they were all preteens or younger. "Blisse, can you make sure someone out in the kitchen pulls out some Tylenol for Leon? He's got a migraine."

"Good morning Cynthia!" The cheerful AI chirped, it's unique human sounding voice had a slight southern accent, an accent that Bree had a little of due to her birth country, not that you ever really heard it under the enthusiasm in her voice. "Diana is in the kitchen, I'll let her know right away!"

Hannah was looking around in confusion, not sure where it came from.

"Perfect, thanks," Cynthia thanked the AI -who went silent- and spoke to Leon mentally, 'go downstairs, Diana's got medication for the headache you have, you're going to be training or out on the field later and we better take care of it now.'

"W-who was that?" Hannah asked, having never heard the AI before despite having been in the flat for a few weeks now.

"Heather, meet the flat's custom AI Blisse, created by Bree." Cynthia introduced the transfer to the AI, "Blisse, say hello to the transfer Hannah."

"Hello Hannah, it's nice to meet you!" The AI chirped happily, "I'll let Holly know that everyone is awake Cynthia!"

"Okay, thanks, Blisse," Cynthia said as she held open the flat room door for Leon who stumbled through it, his head starting to ache horribly. "While Blisse can't do everything and none of us want her to, she's pretty useful."

"She?"

"Yeah, Blisse's a she and don't forget it or both her and Bree will get irritated." Cynthia replied with a shrug of her shoulders, "now move it, will you? Unless you don't want to eat anything at all before we go train."

Hannah reluctantly did as the other girl said, not fond of the idea of not eating before going through the torture her trainer put her through on a daily basis. Boy was Cynthia a lot stronger than she was, the black haired girl could probably do at least twice as much of everything she could do besides run, that was something Hannah held in pride, she was from the wind, she was meant for speed, there was no way the other girl was faster than her. (Ha ha ha XD Hannah's in for a shocking surprise! XD)

Cynthia followed her out and into the main area of the flat before she went to where Leon was leaning over a counter, hoping headache was going to go away. "Where's Bree and Jay?" she asked as she gently rubbed her partner's back, leaning against the counter next to him.

"No idea," Paige shrugged, she was sitting at the kitchen's bar area, sitting on one of the stools with a bowl of cereal in front of her, "they haven't been here since Ivory got back and that was at five a few hours or so ago."

"Yeah," the black clothed blonde shrugged, she was sitting on the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table with her hood over her eyes, arms behind her head, "I didn't see them this morning and they're usually awake with Jay usually making something in the kitchen while Bree tinkers with her VR sunglasses."

"What's wrong with Leon?" Haliah asked her sister from where she was sitting next to Paige and munching on a cinnamon roll, "he looks like he's got a cloud over his head."

"He's got a killer migraine," Cynthia replied as her partner straightened up for a moment, "hit his head on something when he woke up this morning." She looked at him, blue eyes concerned, 'Is it going away?'

'No, not yet anyway,' Leon replied and leaned over the counter again, 'It feels like my head is being split in half.'

'Do you want me to take half of the pain?' Cynthia asked, continuing to comfortingly rub his back.

'If you want to, I don't want you to if you don't want to.' Leon replied, rubbing tiredly at his eyes.

While the two partners were having their mental conversation, Hannah was watching them, jealousy hidden under her grogginess.

"Bree and Jay are at a meeting at Star Division base," Holly said as she came into the flat, looking a little tired and worn out from an all-night watch. "That's why they're gone. What did Leon hit his head on? He looks miserable."

"Oh, he's as miserable as he looks," Cynthia said before her blue eyes narrowed for a split second as she and Leon shared the pain of his headache "He hit it on his bedside table," she continued before she moved deeper into the kitchen with the intent to find her and Leon something to eat for breakfast.

"Ouch," Holly winced before she took a seat next to Paige and Haliah, "that's not fun."

"No," Leon groaned, "It's not."

Diana slid a thermos across the bar-like countertop to Holly with a smile, "here Holly!"

"Thanks," Holly flashed the blonde a smile and took the thermos that was probably filled with cocoa or some noncaffeinated drink.

The flat door opened again about ten minutes later, revealing Bree and Jay, the former of which looked hyper and excited while the latter looked like he wanted to go crash on the couch and sleep for a few hours. "Hi, guys!" Bree grinned as she rolled into the flat, wearing her usual white mechanic's jumpsuit with her VR sunglasses perched on the top of her head.

"You need to go back to sleep," Jay grunted, scratching the back of his had as he followed her farther into the flat, he was wearing black cargo jeans with a dark gray t-shirt under a dark gray hoodie with white stripes and had his visor on, the softly blinking LED in one corner signaled it was on. "You've been up too long."

"Nah, I'm good!" Bree chirped to her friend before moving into the kitchen and greeting everyone there, "Hi!"

"Hey Bree," Cynthia greeted as she put a plate down in front of her partner and brushed her fingers through his hair to straighten out the messy blonde hair. "How was the meeting?"

"As informative as usual!" Bree shrugged, pulling a few things out of the fridge and putting them on her lap with the intention of using them. "Hey!" She complained a moment later when Jay took them and put them on the counter before he steered her out into the living room of the flat.

"Go tinker," he grunted, "I'm in the kitchen."

"Fine!" Bree huffed and joined Holly and the Lawson twins at the bar area, preferring to be with everyone else.

"How come you don't all just go to the cafeteria?" Hannah asked from her position now sitting down at the table just watching the rest of the team.

"Our subdivision is the largest subdivision in our division and our flat is the flat that has most of the commanders, high-rank warriors, and people who are still awake and working at night." Cynthia explained to her trainee, being oddly patient with her, "so most of the stuff in the cafeteria is already gone, plus it's easier doing it here since Bree and Jay are usually up pretty early and make enough for most of us to eat before we have to go out on the field."

"Speaking of the field," Holly interjected, activating her Holo-watch and drawing her screen size before the holographic screen came to life, "Haliah and Brendon you and your team are doing team training until one in the afternoon where you will be taking over out in the field for any possible skirmishes."

Haliah and Brendon exchanged quick glances and nodded at their subdivision leader, acknowledging her orders.

"Diana, coordinates to your latest recon mission has been sent to your Recon Spyglass, Benjamin will be accompanying you."

"Okay! I'll leave the base in a few hours!" Diana smiled, leaning on the counter in front of her.

"Cindy will be training Hannah until she is called out onto the field, Leon, you may do as you please until I call you, your partner, and Hannah out onto the field."

The partnership didn't even look up, they acknowledged Holly's orders with small nods but kept up what they were doing, Leon cradling his aching skull while Cynthia kept rubbing his back and picking at her food, not having an appetite with how badly her partner was hurting.

"Paige, since Cindy has to train Hannah, you will be taking over for her close combat cadet class, do you think you can handle it?"

"Auh man!" Paige sighed, "I can handle it, will I enjoy it? No."

"Trystan isn't doing anything at that time, would you like me to have him help?" Holly asked, noticing that the mentioned teen wasn't doing anything today.

Paige's hazel colored eyes lit up slightly and she nodded, "That would make things a little easier since Cindy's class is pretty advanced."

"Well a sniper fighter would definitely help the odds," Holly smiled, "I'll give him the orders in a bit, did I leave anyone out?"

"What about Ivory, Braxton, and Brittany?" Diana asked curiously, wondering what the three spies were going to be doing.

"I'm sleeping in till noon," Ivory spoke up from her position on the couch, "then we'll see if I get summoned to the Slashing Blades' base if I do then that's what I'm doing."

"I'm doing practically the same thing," Braxton said a moment later, his black hair partially covering one of his amber eyes, he was leaning against a wall, a half-eaten cinnamon roll in one hand. "The transfer doesn't effect my spying which is mostly on the same schedule as Ivory's."

Britanny shrugged, "I'm probably going to be training all day if I don't get get summoned either."

"Well there you go, Diana," Holly spoke crisply, green eyes slightly amused, "they're spies, I have no control over what they do."

"Eh, we'll do anything you tell us to do Holly," Ivory spoke, her voice a little amused, a change from the usual impassiveness that her voice contained. "You're smarter than all three of us combined."

"Intelligence wise? Sure," Holly chuckled, "experienced fighting wise? No, Cindy's the only one who can say that."

"And I've got the scars to prove it." Cynthia shrugged, pointing to the scar that crossed half of her face.

"That's true," Ivory admited, pushing herself up into a full sitting position and taking her feet off of the coffe table before pushing her black hood away from her teal ended platinum blonde hair so her leaf green eyes were visible, "but still, it just makes sense to listen to you Holly, you're a strategist and your mind is wired that way, it's what you excell at and it's something I'm not as good at." She cracked a rare grin as Holly looked startled at her words, "don't ask me to repeat that," she warned, leaning on her elbows, "cause I won't, that was a one time thing."

Holly cracked a grin as well, "I have no intention of making you repeat it, after all, we can't have you going all soft on us now can we?"

Ivory's grin turned into an amused smirk, "definitely not."

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Hannah's arms shook as Cynthia put more pressure on the small knife she was wielding. The blade being blocked by Hannah's own blade, a stroke of luck that the wind transfer severely appreciated, it was rare that she blocked her trainer's attacks because she was more experienced, had the techniques, and had learned the moves seven years ago, back when they were preteens.

Her trainer's skill was demonstrated a moment later when barely two seconds later, Hannah's knife clattered to the ground many feet away while Cynthia's blade was pointed at her throat at a safe distance. "Disarmed again." Cynthia said simplly before tucking the silver knife back up into a sheath in her back pocket and striding over to where Hannah's blade lay. "You're getting better, but with that said, the swipes were sloppy and blocking was a little on the weak side, but that kind of thing comes with practice." Cynthia sharply put her foot down on the tip of Hannah's blade, and the knife was flung into the air blade over handle before she caught it by the handle midair and tucked it into her back pocket with the other one.

"You're going too hard on me!" Hannah snapped at her, tired of the training her rival put her through that always left her gasping for air and feeling weak. "All of this is too hard!"

Cynthia looked blankly at her, "I don't see how it's so hard-"

"I'm not built for power! I'm built for speed!"

"Me too Hannah," Cynthia rolled her eyes, "I have the same build as you do, which means you have a high power to mass ratio, what you and I don't have in mass, we have in both power and speed. The only reason I am in Thunder Division and not Wind Division is because I've harnessed the power and because Leon brought me into the group in the first place."

"Did he train you this hard?" Hannah spat, pale blue eyes annoyed and aggravated, "If Leon was my trainer he wouldn't go so hard on me like you do! You're just jealous-"

Cynthia rolled her eyes and cut her off, her extreme patience coming into play, "Yes, Leon trained me this same way, and no, he wouldn't go any easier on you and nor am I jealous that he so called likes you more than me. I don't bring personal feelings into training someone Hannah." She spoke indifferently despite how frustrated she was getting, Hannah had been testing her patience all morning ever since they stepped foot into the training room, and her patience was slowly getting worn thin with dealing with her nearly twenty-four-seven and the constant jabs at how she was apparently jealous of Hannah and Leon, as if. Cynthia knew full well that Leon had absoluetly no feelings for Hannah, but it still bothered her and her reappearance, back when the two girls were preteens, Hannah had been in the thunder division for a few months and Cynthia had been enough turmoil without her making it worse.

"Then why are you training me so hard?" Hannah snapped at her, still breathing heavily after the knife exercise, she ignored her statement about how Leon trained her the same way.

"I'm training you so hard because you will be going into the field some day and I'm giving you the skills to survive out there," Cynthia replied smoothly, keeping her cool and remaining patient with the other teen.

"How do I know you aren't training me to be like you?" Hannah snapped, blue eyes narrowed, "a girl with no knowledge about normal things in life that don't involve fighting?"

Cynthia's nose breifly wrinkled as her temper flared, but it smoothed out as she regained her cool and ignored Hannah's jab at the sensative topic. It was true, Cynthia had nearly no experiance in normal everyday life things, having been raised as a cage fighter to kill anything that moved since she was two, she never had the time to be a normal kid, normal kids toys sometimes spooked her, and she occasionally had issues with her english, with it being her second language and all, despite the distinct british accent that she just couldn't seem to shake off. "You didn't grow up like me, you've had everyday exposure to the real world since you were little, you can't end up like me."

"Still! Stop going so hard on me! I'm fast! Not strong!"

"Fine, come with me." Cynthia turned on her heel and strode out of the training hall.

Hannah followed her in confusion, she followed her into a wide indoor field and was shocked to see a large half mile track looping the center of the field. "What're we doing here?"

"We're going to race." Cynthia replied, kneeling down and retying her tennis shoes, tightening the laces, "if I win, we train like I have been, if you win, then you can choose both the training courses and how much we do. Three laps around, deal?" She asked as she straightened up, rolling her shoulders and swinging her arms, stretching a little.

"Deal!" Hannah grinned and did as Cynthia had.

A moment later they were standing at the track's starting line. "Ready, set, go!" Cynthia gave off the start and the two took off, Cynthia matching Hannah stride for stride. A moment later their race was interrupted and Cynthia slowed to a stop.

"Cynthia," Holly's voice rang through their comlinks, she was speaking in full greek, her greek accent flowing well with each word, "the power couple is needed out on the field." (I'm getting lazy and don't feel like translating it into greek XD Plus, normally published books don't have it… I think. Let me know if they do and I'll fix it! :D)

"Heavy gear? Light? What's the situation?" Cynthia asked, touching the comlink in her ear to respond to her, speaking in greek as well.

"Haliah and Brendon's team need your skills in defusing chemical bombs and they need Leon's brute strength to break into a stronghold, plus cover fire from you."

Cynthia watched Hannah run as she continued talking to Holly, she swiftly contacted Leon via their link, 'Grab our light field gear and meet me at the track, we are needed on the field.'

'Okay, I'm on my way.'

"Okay Holly," Cynthia said as Hannah reached three-quarters of a lap while she was a measly eighth, "We'll head out there in a minute, I have to finish this race first." She said, starting to jog along the track.

"Race with who?"

"I'll tell you later," Cynthia replied in English before racing after Hannah at a decent speed, saving her energy for the last lap, fully intending to lap Hannah. 'Here comes the fun part…' Cynthia thought as the starting line came into view about fifty feet away for the second time, a little behind Hannah, 'here we go!' She grinned and poured on more speed, shooting past Hannah and keeping her super speed off as she ran with her full natural ability, something she didn't do very often.

Hannah gawked as Cynthia shot past, kicking up the small pebbles of the track, 'What?!'

Cynthia slid around the curve in the track and continued to run, sprinting along the track. She noticed Leon arrive but kept running, attempting to lap Hannah before she ran those fifty feet. She skidded past Hannah and ran across the finish line before slowing down into a jog, taking a few deep breaths. 'Hey Leon, got our gear?'

'Yeah, did you just lap her?'

'Yup, without super speed.' Cynthia let a little confidence enter her mental voice, 'Come on, you know how fast I run, with those chemical side affects that gave me my super speed, I'm stronger than the average person so I can turn the power into speed.'

'Yeah, and I'm still miffed about when we were fifteen and you purposely let me win.'

'I'm sorry, I was just being considerate, but if you don't want that I can leave you all alone-'

'I didn't mean it that way, I'm just saying.'

'Uh huh, I totally believe you.' Cynthia rolled her eyes before turning her focus on Hannah as she reached her. "You feeling okay?"

"How… how did you do that?" Hannah asked, breathing hard and staring at her trainer.

'Leon, do you have any storage discs with water bottles?' Cynthia asked her partner as she shrugged and answered Hannah's question, "I'm not your average person Hannah, you know that I was given a chemical injection as a kid, I have extra power that I can turn into speed, not to mention that I have a super speed ability." she shrugged and looked a little amused at her open-mouthed expression, "This was nothing, I could've gone on at that pace for probably twenty miles." She looked up towards a hill where Leon was jogging over, dressed up in his field gear. "Hey, got a water bottle for Hannah?"

"Yeah," Leon confirmed and tossed the water bottle to the mentioned warrior, "don't worry about losing," he told Hannah, "Cyndy here can't lose."

"So she said… can I see your super speed ability?" Hannah asked, temporarily forgetting her rivalry with the new information. She twisted the lid off of the disposable water bottle and gulped down some of it.

"You may not be able to see it but sure." Cynthia shrugged, taking her watch from Leon and buckling it on around her wrist before pulling her hair up into a ponytail.

"I've got food in a few storage discs," Leon told his partner, knowing that the super speed drained her energy reserves and made her really hungry.

"I'll probably need it," Cynthia replied before she took off around the track, using her super speed, but going slow enough that Hannah and Leon could see her as a gray, black and blue blur, the colors from her training gear clothing and hair.

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"Cynthia and Leon are on their way," Holly reported to Haliah and Brendon quickly in greek, the usual language out on the field as she noticed Cynthia and Leon's field locators activate, meaning they were out on the field. "Cindy," she contacted her friend and accidently interrupted a conversation in latin between the mentioned warrior and Leon.

"I'm still not so sure about her Leon…" Cynthia had been saying in latin before she stopped abruptly and addressed Holly in greek, her accent quickly switching to the fluent Greek and away from her first language. "Yes, Holly?"

"The chemical went off, it was a knockout bomb so it didn't affect the team, however, it did alert the surrounding troops of their position so discreet cover fire will be necessary." Holly replied in perfect Greek, "so keep Hannah out of the way and provide cover for the team."

"Understood Holly-"

"Gah!" Hannah swore in french, "why does it have to be raining?"

"Hush… Hannah," Cynthia said, switching to what broken French she could speak due to her fluent first language Latin, "It… just... is."

"That reminds me," Holly spoke, still speaking in fluent Greek, "Bree, have you inputted the translation device in Braxton and Hannah's comlinks?" She asked after patching the tech genius into the communications.

"Yeah!" Bree replied in fluent Greek, switching from her usual English to the field language. "there was a software update for the comlinks that has translators for French to Greek and Greek to French, don't worry Cindy, Latin isn't in the system."

"Okay thanks, I'll turn it on for Hannah, talk to her in Greek Cynthia, see if she understands," Holly told the high ranked warrior, her voice still rich with a Greek accent.

"Hannah, can you understand me?" Cynthia asked in Greek, grateful that she didn't have to struggle through trying to understand her French and communicating with her in the language.

"Yes," Hannah replied in fluent French, pushing her wet light blonde hair out of her face, "how are you not bothered by this stuff?"

"We get used to it," Cynthia replied in Greek before she blinked and narrowed her eyes, catching sight of Brendon far in front of them next to a broken yard and a half broken down chain link fence. "Brendon is about six yards ahead of us." She abruptly switched to Latin without thinking about it, "Leon, you help them break into the stronghold, the door seems to made out of solid steel, let me know if you can't break it, I can always cobble together a chemical bomb to blow apart the locking system."

"Okay Cyndy," Leon replied in the same language, "Watch my back alright?"

"I will-"

"Stop speaking in that weird language!" Hannah exclaimed frustratedly in french, interrupting them, "I can't understand you!"

Cynthia blinked and switched back to Greek, "Sorry Hannah, did it without thinking."

"What language was that anyway? Jibberish?" Hannah snapped in French as Leon jogged into the broken yard, jumping over the fence in the process.

"No, that was Latin, my first language." Cynthia replied easily in Greek as she leaned against a dirtied marble wall, a common material for buildings in the city of Vandala, her birth city, "I don't think about it when I switch languages, sorry."

"Wait, English isn't your first language?" Hannah asked in surprise her French faltering slightly, her trainer seemed to just be packed with surprises, didn't she?

"Yeah, I barely started talking before I was kidnapped and they only spoke Latin where I grew up so that's what my first language was." Cynthia shrugged nonchalantly, the Greek words rolling easily off her tongue.

"Then how come you have this nature British accent?"

"I have no idea, Leon, Holly and I were playing a game back when I was twelve and I imitated a British accent and it hasn't left since it's just stuck there."

"But I've heard you used British slang and stuff before, are you sure your first language isn't English?"

"Quite sure, the British slang is because British English is easier than American English, I learned British English from my parents before I learned American English from Leon, so technically American English is my third language," Cynthia replied in even Greek.

"Huh." Hannah looked around them at the broken buildings and ruined paths, the city distracting her from te new information, "what city's this?" she asked in french, her voice curious.

"Vandala." Cynthia replied indifferently the Greek sounded slightly cold, "It was bombed and mostly destroyed around the time I was born."

"How do you know?"

"Because I was born here," Cynthia replied simply her Greek accent faltering slightly, her blue gaze wandering over the broken marble buildings.

Hannah blinked, she hadn't been expecting that response. "I'm sorry," she apologized sincerely in French, nobody deserved having their birth town destroyed.

Cynthia shrugged and brushed her sopping wet bangs behind her left ear.

A gleam of silver through the rain on her trainer's hand as she moved caught Hannah's attention and her curiosity peaked. "What's that?" She asked, her French laced with curiosity, wondering why she hadn't noticed it before.

"What?" Cynthia asked and looked down at her left hand when Hannah gestured to the ring on her ring finger of that hand. "The ring? It's just a reminder of a promise." Cynthia responded, looking at the fine jewelry that adorned her left hand and remembering the promise associated with it. 'I'm still holding you to your promise, Leon.' She told her partner mentally in English, 'the one about being partners forever in and out of the group.'

'I know,' Leon replied warmly, switching to English as well. 'I'm holding myself to it too. Did something remind you of it or something?'

'Hannah asked about my ring,' Cynthia replied as Hannah pulled her arm so she could examine the silver band herself. 'That's all.'

'Well I'm holding myself to that promise too my Sunshine,' Leon replied, 'and I full intend to keep it.'

Hannah spoke just as the partnership finished their mental conversation, her voice rich with the accent of the current language she was speaking, the language of love, also known as French. "So it's a promise ring?"

"You could say that," Cynthia replied, highly amused at Hannah's narrowed eyes and scowl at the words.

"So you're promised to someone as in to be engaged?" Hannah asked, studying the silver ring closely, the ring was a thin silver band with a few sapphires the color of Cynthia's eyes tucked into the precious metal, the words, 'Forever, I promise' were engraved along the front in familiar loopy cursive.

"Uh huh," Cynthia replied and patiently let her examine the ring, she had gotten used to people's surprise and shock at the sight of the silver ring that she rarely took off, just like how Leon always wore the leather bracelet she had made to him back when they were sixteen, which was when he had given her the ring. This current model, however, was made because of an incident that she and Leon called the Shatter Incident.

Easily one of the worst moments of her life. She shivered slightly, remembering the horrible and memorable coppery stench of a few gallons of blood and the disgusting slick feeling of it being splashed out on top of her and the feeling of it sliding down her body during an interrogation. As if utterly mutalating her right leg wasn't enough. If the chain she had worn the previous model of the ring on hadn't snapped before they had been interrogated they probably would've held her for ransom ontop of covering her in blood and ruining her right leg. The only reason she was out on the field now and even able to walk, was because she had spent months after the incident designing a new interior for her injured limb, having refused any sort of amputation when her leg was still healthy and infection free. Speaking up screwed up limbs, the constant chill she recieved from that particular limb due to the artificial structures inside it, was getting worse with the chilling rain battering at her body. She needed to get out of the rain for a little bit or she was going to catch her death of a cold due to the rain. "Holly, is there any shelter near here?" Her excuse for the question happened to be her now slightly shivering trainee. "Hannah's starting to shiver."

"Ten feet to your left there's an overhang of a ruined building. Leon's broken through the door and is on his way back, take care of any snipers trying to shoot the team and you two can return to base." Holly told her in a crisp Greek accent, she obviously wasn't worried that Cynthia only had her small black pistol in regards to long range weapons. The high ranked warrior was always sniper back up with the small pistol, after all, she could light the tip of a match (It's really possible) from six-hundred feet away without using a scope in heavy fog.

"Alright, I'll get to work." Cynthia responded in fluent Greek, and ushered Hannah under the overhand before she spoke with Leon in English, 'have you seen any snipers? Or is it raining too hard.'

'I know they're here, but no I haven't seen any of them.'

'Let me use your vision, I could use your vantage point to locate a few.'

'Deal, I'll control my actions and I'll glance up every few seconds.'

'Perfect.' Cynthia then blinked and she was using Leon's vision. Nearly right away, she noticed a black clothed guy taking aim at the team with a rifle. Blinking once more she returned to her own vision and leaped up, before she grabbed ahold of a slick marbled ledge and hauled herself up on the window ledge. She crept slowly along the ruined building, the thick wals perfect for her to balance on. Activating her multiwatch, the blueprints for her pistol and a magazine materialized in her left hand before a moment later she was holding the real weapon. Sliding the magazine into place, she clicked off the safety and took aim at the black clothed trooper before shooting the modified pistol which didn't make a sound as the gun fired. A moment later, the guy went down, not dead, but out cold. Her bullets were chemically engineered bullets that were made of a sturdy glass designed to shatter into fine dust on impact full of a chemical powder that reacted violently with the oxygen in the air that turned into a very potent knockout gas, the closer to the mouth and nose the better, usually she aimed for the upper lip, so it would explode right under the victoms nose and right above the mouth, ensuring a knockout.

Hannah, who was silently fuming and a little hurt by Cynthia's admission of having a true promise ring, couldn't resist asking her what she was doing out in the middle of the rain with a tiny pistol. "What're you doing?" She asked in perfect French.

"Putting some troopers off duty." Cynthia replied and shot down another one, "it's their nap time." The Slashing blades used real bullets that killed, Cynthia's? Not so much, they'd be out for a few hours to a week depending on how much they breathed in, but it never killed.

I hope you all like this! :D I finished writing this at two thirty in the morning! XD I just don't have internet till noon ish on weekends so yeah! :D Yes, I added in a scene, yes, I did have Jay laugh *gasp* in this chapter, yes Cynthia has an actual promise ring, yes Bree used to be a sniper before she was paralyzed, yes Trystan is in this story now(he's one of my OCs, my personal pairing for Poppyfrost a.k.a Paige), and yes, Bree is a mild introvert! (someone who's happiest on their own)

I'm trying to show Bree and Jay's relationship a whole lot more because as displayed in the Briarfeather special chapter, their relationship is extremely complicated and it's not just a normal relationship as the previous version of this story displayed, they are very close, which is why there is tension between Bree and Hadara, Bree gets slightly nervous when Hadara's around all the time because she's the only other person able to make him show any non grumpy emotions and it makes the paralyzed girl a little insecure.

As for Cynthia's actual promise ring thing, the whole story is explained in the rewrite of the Shatter Incident (that should be uploaded soon after I finish the Hollyleaves one) all you guys need to know right now is that yes, it is an actual promise ring, Leon gave it to her when they were fifteen, at first it was he had made it for a promise that he would be her partner forever, after the Shatter incident he presented it to her again and presented another one that looked the same a few months after the incident that was an actual promise ring, since they were and still are, way to young to be even really thinking about getting married and what not :D

On my Warriors Human Short Stories, I will be releasing a special regarding Bree and Jay's relationship in this story in a few days to a week, the reason it wouldn't be on this one would be because it won't be the final version and the final version should be on here, not the drafts XD :D