Chapter 5

The Pentagon intelligence center was a hive of movement with people running back and forth as busy as a hive of Combee. If the Pentagon had indeed been a hive of Combee then Keller would have been their Vespiquen. The man's eyes were currently locked onto one of the largest screens of the many that were scattered throughout the room. The Brigadier that approached him looked just a tired s he felt. Neither man had gotten much sleep since the whole ordeal that they were currently in had started.

"Blue force tracker has Chinese and U.S. navel attack forces approaching within one hundred nautical miles of each others cruise missile range." the man murmured. This was the type of situation that he had hoped he'd never have to deal with. Keller merely nodded keeping his eyes locked on the screen in front of him. There were so many thing riding on the decision that he and a few other would have to make and he dreaded making the wrong decision. There was nothing he wanted more at that moment that to spare the lives that might be lost at his command.

"Tell the commander to wait for orders from Washington. He isn't to engage under any circumstances unless they are fired upon first." The Brigadier nodded and proceeded to disappear in the flurry of activity that was taking place behind Keller. He was replaced moments later by another one of his men and a Suit that he didn't recognize. The man had a Jolteon standing by his side that was so tense that it looked like it was ready to jump into a battle.

"Sir, this is Tom Banachek, from the White House."

With his free hand, for the other was handcuffed to a briefcase, Banachek reached inside of his pocket in order to flash his identification. " Mr. Secretary. I'm with Sector Seven- Advanced Research Division."

Keller glanced at the man and frowned. " Never heard of it. Of you don't mind, Tom, whatever brought you here can be referred to me through the usual channels. I'm a little busy now. As I'm sure you can see." Banachek wasn't put out by Keller's reply at all for he had received many like it before.

"We are a highly independent extra-governmental entity, sir. I'm here under direct order from the president." Pausing for a moment Banachek made a motion to indicate the room around them at large.

"Verbal only in here, I'm afraid. Much about Sector Seven takes place in the absence of written records. I've been instructed by the president to brief you." The entire time that Banachek had spoken his face had remained the same. It was almost like he was an emotionless man. Well, man and pokémon, for his Jolteon hadn't moved an inch since the two of them had stopped moving. Keller sighed in annoyance before speaking.

"You want to brief me now? With everything else that going on? And what in the good lord's name are you supposed to be briefing me on?" Keller made a gesture towards the monitor that he'd been looking at before in a attempt to get the situation across to the man beside him. Before Banachek was able to reply however, the information being shown on the screen was replaced by a beeping noise and a visible FAILURE notification. It took no more than a minute for every other screen in the room to show the exact same thing that the first screen was showing. The noise in the room changed abruptly as people around the room began to panic. Unable to do anything more than stare at the unfolding disaster Keller spoke into his headphone mike.

"What's happening?" Keller's voice began to rise in slight panic. "Somebody talk to me . I need a sit rep- stat." The general that had reported to him earlier looked like he was close to completely panicking. It wasn't something that Keller needed to see given their current situation.

"Communications are down. The virus or whatever it was has shut us down completely. The thing was coded to shut us down. Our firewall people thought that they had a handle on it but they were wrong."

"What d'you mean 'shut us down'?" Keller asked as he looked at the man. The general gulped before speaking.

"It corrupted the entire system while hiding itself from us. We thought that we'd had it quarantined, but it was in the background the entire time. It used our network to spread everywhere. The blackout's global. Satellite and landlines are dead. The internet's down. At the moment we have no communication whatsoever either locally or internationally." Keller knew that he needed to say something. The problem was that he couldn't seem to think of anything to say.

And even if he could think of something to say, apparently the only people who would hear him were the people that were in the room with him. His disbelief didn't vanish until he had tried his own cell phone and found that it didn't work. Unlike the Secretary of Defense however, Banachek had something to say. He hefted the briefcase that he was cuffed to and spoke in an urgent tone.

"Sir, you need to see what I have in here- now."

Ooo

A series of black SUV's swept through Tranquility. In the back seat of the lead vehicle Sam and Mikaela sat. Simmons, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, was ignoring both teens in favor of talking to someone on his phone.

"Simmons here. We're code black, I've got the kid. I need…" Simmons went silent as his phone went dead. Looking at the screen the older man was greeted with the words 'No Signal'. Shaking his head in slight annoyance Simmons proceeded to turn his attention from his phone to Sam and Mikaela.

"So Mr. Wikity. Care to tell me about how your car went missing. I want to know everything that happened." Sam tensed slightly. He wasn't telling Simmons anything about the Autobots no matter what the man asked.

"It was a group of Haunter that took my car out for a joyride. They can do that you know."

"I'm sure they can," Simmons said, " but I'm not interested in Haunter kid. I want to know the truth about what happened. Every juicy little detail and I want to know now." Sam eyed Simmons for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders.

"There's nothing more to it. They took my car for a joyride, I called Jenny and filed a report. As far as I know the Haunter are still driving the thing around." Simmons growled at Sam's answer. The kid was good he'd give him that much but he wasn't anywhere near the level that he was used to working with.

"What do you know about aliens?" Simmons asked, switching tactic's. If he couldn't get the kid to spill about his missing car then he'd see if he could trick the two of them into saying something by accident. Sadly his plain failed before it even made it into the open air.

"There an urban legend. You know like the Feraligatr in the sewers of New York." Mikaela answered with ease. Sam smiled slightly. He was glad that Mikaela seemed willing to take his side and not tell the creeps that had taken them anything. It was clear by the look on her face and the determination that was strong as steel in her emotions that she didn't trust the Sector Seven men anymore than he did.

Sam wasn't quite sure what it was about the man that had him on edge. It could have had something to do with the fact that he'd taken Dorian out with apparent ease. Or it might have been the self impotence, suspicion, and stubbornness that seemed to hang around the man like expensive cologne. The man before them would do almost anything to get what he wanted and Sam wasn't sure if he should respect that quality or be frightened by it.

"I think the Feraligatr in the sewers might not be that much of an urban legend." Sam said to Mikaela before turning to look at Simmons. "And the only thing I know about aliens is what I've learnt from watching movies and from what Miles has ranted on. Other than that I couldn't help you." The vehicle stopped at a red light its followers close behind it. When the light changed all of them moved on. Sam slipped a hand into one of his pockets and wrapped his fingers around the glasses that were so important to the Autobots.

Simmons meanwhile was shaking his head slightly. The annoyed feeling that Sam was sensing from the man almost made him want to smile. He didn't however because he wasn't quite sure how Simmons would take it and he didn't want more trouble than he could handle. When Simmons spoke again his words weren't exactly something that Sam wanted to hear.

"You know kid you're not the only one here who's good at reading people. I'm sure you're a lot better at it than I am but I can tell you one thing. You're lying." Simmons gave the two teens a smile that was anything but happy then proceeded to pull a badge from a pocket on the inside of his jacket and started again.

"You see this," he waved the badge in the teens faces, "This is a 'I can whatever I want and get away with it badge'. I can make both your lives a living Hell if I want too and neither of you could stop me."

Sam rolled his eyes while Mikaela snorted in disbelief. It was apparent to both teens that the man before them though that he was high, mighty, and all powerful. If he wasn't careful he was going to get his ass kicked off of his pedestal.

"You don't believe me. I could make you both disappear forever. Make it seem like you never existed. I bet that preserve of yours wouldn't last too long without someone there to keep the bulldozers away." Simmons said turning his attention towards Sam.

"Lots of companies would pay a pretty penny for all that land. And what would mommy and daddy think about their baby boy loosing the ancestral home." Simmons voice was mocking by the end of his sentience. Sam was about ready to spit nails at the man in front of him and if he could have he would have. Sadly he couldn't so he settled for the next best thing.

"You're one sorry son of a bitch you know that." It wasn't a question but a statement.

Simmons laughed. "I've been called worse things in languages that you haven't even heard of kid."

"Are you gonna take our little Lillipup, Toto too?" Mikaela asked. Her voice was full of sarcasm and loathing.

"He's just trying to get us riled up." Simmons voice was full of venom when he spoke.

"You in the training bra. Don't test me. Especially with your old man's parole coming up." Mikaela deflated like a balloon that had been poked with a needle. In a single instant all of the fight drained out of her and was replaced with sorrow and embarrassment.

"Parole?" Sam asked slightly shocked. He'd always known that Mikaela had hidden things from her friends and everyone else at school but he'd never thought that it was something like that.

"It's nothing Sam." Mikaela said. It was her silent plea for him to let the subject drop and though he was curious he wasn't going to push the issue. He was one cat that wasn't going to fall to that particular flaw. Simmons laughed before sending Mikaela a smirk.

"Grand theft auto, that ain't nothing." The light outside of the SUV changed and the vehicle resumed moving to its unknown destination. Mikaela meanwhile was giving Simmons a look that would have killed him on the spot had the teenage girl been able to. She hated the man sitting in front of her for outing her secret.

Hatred and anger rolled off of her in waves. Sam was quite certain that Simmons was going to get hit soon if he didn't shut his mouth. Simmons however was unaffected by the heated glare that he was receiving and simply gazed back at Mikaela. Realizing that she was fighting a loosing battle Mikaela turned to Sam. Hopefully if she explained he wouldn't think to badly of her.

"When I was little my dad used to teach me how to fix cars and I found out not long after he started teaching me that they weren't always his."

"Your dad taught you how to fix stolen cars?" Sam asked. Much to his credit and Mikaela's slight joy he didn't sound disgusted only surprised and confused. Simmons however lacked the ability to shut up and be nice.

"Yes sir. And she's got her own juvenile record to prove it." It took moment for Mikaela to gather up the nerves needed for her reply.

"Ya, well I wasn't going to rat him out in court so they charged me too." Mikaela took a split second to glance at Sam.

"I'm just an accessory." Simmons snorted and shook his head in mock sympathy.

"Yeah, sure you are. All someone has to do is take a look at your record to see that your a paragon of youthful virtue. And as for your old man, well it'd be a real shame if he had to rot in jail for the rest of his life." Having felt that his threat would at least shut Mikaela up for the time being Simmons was quick to turn his attention back on Sam, who for the most part had been observing the spat between the two of them quietly. It was likely that he was coming up with his own conclusion's about the girl seated next to him.

"And for you. It wouldn't be the first time we threw a Witwicky in the nut house. You see it was my great-great-grandfather that locked up your great-great-grandfather. And let me tell you this boy history is about to repeat itself." If Simmons had been hoping that his threat would have Sam quaking in his shoes and spilling his guts the Agent had another thing coming. In fact Sam was far from threatened. More than anything he was disgusted with the man sitting in front of him. What kind of person threatened teens with jail or an asylum? Or told deep dark secrets just to get a reaction out of someone? No, Sam was far from scared or threatened. He was much closer to pissed off beyond all reason.

"You're a son of a bitch." Sam said as he sat up a little straighter in his seat. He didn't care that he was repeating himself.

Simmons merely shrugged. It was almost as if he didn't care that he'd just been insulted and if what Sam was feeling from the man was right, he didn't.

Simmons gaze on Sam intensified. The two of them sat in silence for a moment simply staring at one another before the agent spoke again.

"Now lets try this again shall we? Tell me everything you know about your little alien visitors and don't skip on any of the details." Sam growled in annoyance and rolled his eyes towards the heavens a small prayer for patience running through his thoughts as he did so. Simmons wasn't going to give in no matter how long it took and as much as he didn't like it the best thing to do at that moment was tell the man what he knew.

"Fine. I'll talk but I doubt you're gonna like what I have to say."

"Give it a whirl kid and we'll just see how it goes." Simmons said a victory smile crossing his face. The smile on Simmons' face didn't last long and Sam had no chance to even start speaking as the vehicle they were in slammed into an unseen object in front of them. That object was a metal foot and judging by the rapid beeping from the very back of the SUV it was a large foot attached to an even larger robot.

Shouting began to fill the vehicle with sound as it was lifted off of the ground the tips of large metal fingers filled four of the windows. All around them metal began to groan as it was abused and while it seemed like minutes it was in fact only a matter of seconds before the SUV, minus roof, crashed back to the ground. The relief that flooded through Sam and Mikaela upon seeing Optimus Prime and his troops was more than welcome.

"You guys are in serious trouble." Sam said his attention on Simmons and the man that had been driving. "Fellows meet Optimus Prime."

Almost automatically both Simmons and the driver pulled their weapons. Their attempt to shoot at the alien before them was short lived however as the guns and every other item containing a certain amount of metal flew into the palm of Jazz's hand. The driver then made an attempt to hide behind his steering wheel leaving Simmons to face the kneeling Autobot leader alone.

"Get out of the car." Optimus's voice was almost quiet in it's request but there was a hint of something there that begged for them to not listen. The air around them was tense and silent as they climbed out of the ruined vehicle. Sam had a moment of shock when Mikaela undid the handcuffs that had been holding him prisoner and for a moment he thought about asking her where she had learned to do it but thought better of it before the words could leave his mouth. Instead he turned to look at where Optimus was having a stare off with Simmons.

"You do not seem afraid. Are you not surprised to see us." Optimus asked. Simmons brave man that he seemed to be on the outside was wishing that he was anywhere else at that moment. It wasn't easy staring down a face that was larger than you were. Despite his fear he managed to answer with a voice that was just as confident as when he'd been interrogating Sam and Mikaela minutes before.

"Look there are protocols for this stuff. I'm not authorized to communicate with you except to tell you that I can't communicate with you." Optimus shook his head. The exact reason why however was lost to all those but the mechs that made up his team. Sam smiled slightly at the cowed feeling that had replaced Simmons earlier overconfidence as he and Mikaela strolled over to where the agent was standing. Hands now free and pokéballs in reach the game had just changed and it was defiantly time for answers.

"So how did you know about the robots?" Sam asked as he and Mikaela stopped in front of Simmons.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Simmons mumbled while giving Sam and Mikaela dark looks. The agents hand was slowly making its way towards the balls on his belt.

Sam snorted. "Yah, that's real smart Simmons. Lets battle while the worlds threatening to go to hell all around us."

"Don't even think about it." Mikaela growled angrily. She was still more than pissed off at the man in front of her and she was more than willing to introduce him to Adair and any other pokémon on her team that could cause him sever bodily harm.

Simmons being the smart man that he probably was seemed to realize that attempting to start a fight at that moment probably wouldn't have been good for his health. Sam smirked slightly as Simmons' hand pulled away from his belt though the man himself stayed silent. Simmons might have been a son of a bitch but he was a determined son of a bitch. A soft thump drew the two teens attention away from Simmons long enough for them to see the handcuff that Jazz had dropped on the ground near their feet.

"Secure those two for us would ya?" It was a mixture of request and order that both teens were happy to follow. Still slightly stunned and angered by the nights events Mikaela was slow to actually pick up the cuffs but no sooner had they entered her hand before a wicked smile crossed her face. Turning to Simmons she nodded at the mans cloths.

"Take off your pants." she ordered.

Simmons blinked slightly shocked at the sudden and odd order. "What for?" he questioned.

"For threatening my dad." Mikaela sniffed as if she were about to start crying. Sam had to fight back the urge to start laughing because despite how bad things seemed the sudden shits in emotion between Mikaela and Simmons as well as the current situation was enough to amuse him.

"And if I refuse?" Simmons asked, still defiant. Mikaela smiled and jerked her head towards the mechs behind her.

"Want me to ask one of them to do it?" Glaring, the agent reached down and dropped his pants. Simmons legs looked like they hadn't seen the sun in years.

"Wow, pasty. I bet you scare the girls at the beach away. What's wrong never heard of Vitamin C?" Mikaela asked as she clamped one of the cuffs around one wrist while pulling the man's other wrist around a nearby power pole so that she could close the other around his other wrist. Sam did the same with the man that had been driving the vehicle that Optimus had torn apart.

"This is the beginning of the end of your life." Simmons growled at the now retreating Mikaela. Mikaela, much to her credit merely ignored the man as she went to retrieve her purse from the ruined SUV.

"Man, if Trent could see me now." Sam had to fight back the urge to smack his face. Of all the things for her to bring up in their current situation the only thing she could think of was Trent DeMarco. For whatever reason that didn't surprise him as much as it probably should have.

"Seriously, out of everything that's happened the only thing you can think of is Trent?" Mikaela blinked as if she didn't understand what the problem was.

"What?" Sam grumbled under his breath for a moment before running his hand over his face in frustration.

"What does that idiot matter in our current situation? It's not like him seeing you do this stuff is going to make him any nicer or more appreciative of you. He's a jerk. Trust me you're better of without him."

"What are you my therapist?" Mikaela snapped. Sam sighed slightly in annoyance but stood his ground. He wasn't going to back away just because he was making Mikaela mad. He'd kept quiet about her father but he wasn't going to about this because Mikaela deserved better than the school's biggest jerk.

"Look all I'm saying is that you can do better and that when it comes down to it your too good a person for Trent. He doesn't disserve you."

Mikaela looked slightly stunned at his words. It was almost like it was the first time anyone had ever told her that she was too good for something. For all Sam knew it might have been the first time anyone had ever told her that. Sam watched as Mikaela opened her mouth as if she were about to say something before closing it. Instead she turned her attention to the Autobots, who were standing around like great stone pillars listening to them talk and watching the goings on about them.

"So, what do we do now?" Mikaela asked, dropping the subject that she and Sam had been talking about. It hadn't been a fight not really because she'd been the only one mad. Sam had been calm and slightly annoyed but mostly calm. It made her wonder, no matter how much she hadn't cared before, about what Sam was really like because apparently she didn't have even the faintest idea. The Autobots around them glanced at one another for the briefest of seconds and for a moment it seemed like Optimus was going to answer her question.

The sudden sound of rotating helicopter blades and the sound of other vehicles stopped the mech's words before they had a chance to form. The group was surrounded faster than they had thought possible. High intensity spotlights swept over the forms of the robots. Optimus took a single step forward and plucked both Sam and Mikaela off of the ground and deposited them onto one of his shoulders.

"Hang on." Optimus ordered as the mechs around him unleashed some sort of pulse blast that flattened the tires on every SUV. The blast did nothing however to keep the helicopters from moving. It didn't seem to matter however as Optimus turned and started heading towards the nearest cover. Both Sam and Mikaela clinging to his shoulder for dear life.

One of the copters immediately began following Optimus as he fled the scene. On the ground agents armed with bolt cutters proceeded to free Simmons and the man who had been driving the ruined SUV. Simmons much to his credit wasted little time in pulling up his pants and running towards the nearest working vehicle.

The systems operator in the first gazed in frustration at the multiple readouts that were appearing on the screen in front of him. Given the amount of sensing gear present on the chopper, it should not have been possible to loose the giant alien robot that they had been tracking not moments before. Try as he might, however, he couldn't seem to locate the large machine.

They checked everywhere for the hiding robot and yet they found nothing. That might have been because all of the equipment on the chopper was pointing down to the ground. They had no reason to think that the entity that they had been tracking had taken refuge above their head hidden underneath the bridge that they had just gone under. Muscles strained as Sam and Mikaela struggled to hold onto the vertical form of Optimus Prime. They were however human and only possessed a humans strength.

Mikaela let out a startled yell as she was pulled down by the rotor wash of the helicopter that had just passed under the bridge. Sam just managed to grab hold of her hand with one of his while the other held tightly to the armor that was at that moment the only thing keeping him from plunging as well. Optimus much to his credit was being as still as possible because any sudden movement might cause either Mikaela or both of them to fall.

"Don't let go!" Mikaela yelled the order as she reached down towards her belt with one of her free hands. Understanding dawned almost immediately in Sam's mind. Mikaela had a flying type on her team and intended to either ride it or use it to climb back onto Optimus's shoulder. It was a good idea and Sam was positive that it would work only there was one thing that was working against them.

"No," Sam hissed as the sound of another approaching chopper reached his ears. "If you let it out and the chopper passes underneath us…" Sam's sentence trailed to an end unfinished but the paling of Mikaela's face told him that she understood what he was saying. Gulping Mikaela pulled her hand away from her belt and reached up so that she could wrap it around Sam's wrist. It wasn't much but it was better than hanging in the air with only one hand gripping the thing keeping you from falling.

"Don't move." Sam said as he began pulling Mikaela up towards him because the last thing he needed at that moment was for the Autobot beneath him to shift even slightly. The last thing he wanted was for him or Mikaela to fall to a splattery death.

Muscles strained slightly as Sam tried to pull Mikaela up with only one arm. He wasn't weak by any means but he also wasn't extremely muscular either. It would have been easier had he been able to use both hands to pull Mikaela up but he didn't have any choice. There was no way that he was letting go of Optimus's armor. The mech that he was holding on to neither moved or said anything. Sam was going to assume that that was a good thing.

And that sadly was about the only good thing because as Sam was pulling a second helicopter passed under the bridge not only pulling Mikaela down but Sam as well. The pair let out startled screams as they towards the ground. Optimus swung out a leg in an attempt to stop their fall instead of stopping it however her merely slowed it down. So caught up in the fall Sam didn't notice as the case the glasses were in slipped out of his pocket and made its own separate journey to the concrete.

Sam closed his eyes and waited for impact only for it to never come. Oh, he knew that he'd hit something. It just wasn't the ground. Opening his eyes fully Sam found that both he and Mikaela had been caught in a pair of metallic hands. Bumblebee's metallic hands. Bumblebee sat the two of them on the ground with infinite gentleness. Almost immediately after a steel-mesh net wrapped around his right arm and another wrapped around his legs.

Working together the two helicopters that had launched the nets pulled and brought the mech tumbling down. Bumblebee didn't fight back. The sudden twinge of what might have been more people than Sam cared to count entered his mind as they entered his range. People in SUV's that didn't come in peace and intended the mech on the ground harm. There was no way in hell he was going to let it happen at least not without putting up a fight.

"Aren't they going to help him?" Mikaela asked as she moved so that she was standing next to Sam. Her eyes were fixed on the bridge where Optimus was hiding. "No," Sam answered,

"They can't not with so many people around. If they try someone might get hurt and they aren't willing to risk it. Better one be caught then all of them." Sam knew that the words coming out of his mouth sounded harsh. They might have been but it was true enough. The Autobots wouldn't interfere with what was going on out of fear of hurting them. And as sad as it was it was better to let one go and rescue later than it was to let all of them get caught no matter how unlikely it seemed.

Sam watched as people poured out of the newly arrived vehicles and started moving towards him and Mikaela. Both teens tensed as they drew closer both of them ready to fight. The soft sound of opening pokéball's filled the air seconds before the emotions of the appearing pokémon filled his mind. Ice and electric types filled the area around them. Sam was only aware of how close he'd become to Bumblebee when he accidentally ran into the mech laying on the ground behind him. Turning Sam offered the yellow robot a small smile.

"It'll be okay Bee. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." And really he wasn't sure what made him say those exact words because it was very likely that he wouldn't be able to keep that promise. It might have had something to do with the look in the bot's bright blue eyes that had done it. Something about the emotions, about the barely there fear made him say the words that he'd recited to more pokémon than he cared to count. It was the same situation he supposed just a different thing being taken care of. Not a pokémon but an alien. One that had protected him before. It was only right that he returned the favor. Mikaela stood tense by his side and as the area around them began to fill with light mist (courtesy of several ice types) she turned to him for instructions.

"What are we going to do Sam?"

Sam knew the answer to that question a mere heartbeat after it was asked though it took him longer to answer. He was a healer by nature. He healed instead of battling and whatever training his pokémon received wasn't through his doing. He avoided battles like they were a plague whenever he could and unless the situation called for it he himself never fought. Their current situation however called for it very much and he prayed to the Legendaries that he'd be forgiven for the pain that he was about to put both his pokémon and the pokémon of others through. The fact that he was going to suffer right along with them didn't matter to him. Sam took a deep breath and turned so that he was looking at the girl beside him.

"We fight. What their doing isn't right and we're the only one's who can stop it." Mikaela paled but nodded her head. She knew that she didn't have to fight with Sam for Bumblebee but she was going to because it was the right thing to do. She was tired of seeming selfish and shallow to everyone around her. It was time to change. Pulling a pokéball from her belt Mikaela made up her mind and took the first step of many that would change her life.

"Wait until I tell you to release it. They're trying to use the mist to confuse us." Mikaela nodded. Sam's hand moved towards his belt slowly and for a second his fingers hovered over Mojo's pokéball before they moved to the very last ball on his belt. This ball was in even worse shape then Mojo's ball was. It had seen more years of use and the pokémon inside had seen more battles. With a flick of his wrist Sam had the ball in his hand and in its enlarged state. The pokémon inside was ready to be released at a moments notice.

"Get ready." Sam said. There was something in the mist with them and he knew quite well that it wasn't human. Closing his eyes Sam tried to focus on the pokémon that was coming near. If he could figure out how close it was then he'd know when to tell Mikaela to release her pokémon as a distraction because when he let his out he didn't want the people on the other side of the mist to know what had hit them.

"Now!"

"Cupid lets go!" Mikaela called as she tossed her ball into the air. There was a flash of color as something was released and took to the sky's with powerful wing beats. The humming like sound that the pokémon emitted was enough to tell him that it was an Altaria.

"Use Areal Ace Cupid." Mikaela ordered. The blue and white dragon twisted once in the air before it came speeding back down towards the ground towards its target. The mist split as Cupid flew through it so that they could see the Electabuzz that had been heading their way. The attack struck home as Cupid rammed into the other pokémon knocking it several feet away. The moment it was further away however a small swarm of Magneton and Magnezone descended on the flying type.

"Focus on getting rid of them Mikaela. Leave the one's on the ground to me." Sam said as the mist before them resettled and hide everyone else from view. "Are you sure Sam?" she asked. Sam nodded. He was more than sure.

"Spike, into battle!" With a flick of his wrist and a move of his arm the pokéball was launched into the air and the monster within was released into a white shroud.

Ooo

Simmons wasn't worried when the Electabuzz that had been sent into the mist was tossed back out by a pokémon that he assumed belonged to the girl with Witwicky. He wasn't at all surprised that the two of them had decided to betray their country by fighting back.

There wasn't any concern when the girl's Altaria was surrounded and began to fight against a nicely sized group of Magneton and Magnezone. No, none of those things mattered at that moment. What did matter was the so far the Altaria seemed to be the only pokémon that had been released to fight.

"Sir, what should we do?" Another agent asked him. Simmons thought about it for a moment before answering.

"Send another pokémon in and we'll see if they're really going to fight back." The man beside him nodded and a few seconds later the large form of a Beartic stalked into the mist that separated them from the teens. Simmons wasn't stupid. He knew that the Witwicky kid was an empath and that the moment he sensed the emotions of the pokémon nearing them that he'd react.

The big question was: How would he react? The Witwicky boy wasn't a battler. Most empaths weren't unless their powers were weak enough that they couldn't sense more than basic emotions. The boy siding with the aliens however wasn't one of those people. No, the kid was strong. One of the strongest known empaths in years and he wasn't even finished growing yet.

He'd read the both the public and classified files that the Pokémon League and government had on the boy and he knew that even being within one hundred feet of a pokémon battle left the kid feeling sick to his stomach or in pain. With a battle going on in close quarters like the one being fought in the sky was he was more than certain that it'd take little time to have the kid on his knees. Simmons knew what to expect from a battle with this kid and he was prepared for it.

A load roar tore through the mists in front of him and for a second he smirked only for the smirk to fade as the Beartic that had entered not a minute and a half ago was thrown from the back out with such force that it hit the ground yards behind him and didn't get up. Simmons tensed as he and every other agent waited. He'd figured that the kid would let out his Arcanine or maybe his Espeon for the battle.

"Have them move in and be ready for a battle. I'm not sure what he released but it isn't what I thought it was." He was greeted with a chorus of "Yes sirs" from those around him before several pokémon began to move from where they had been standing near the vehicles to where they were needed.

The silence that fell across those on the ground was broken only by the sound of pounding footsteps that seemed to make the ground shake. Simmons tugged at the collar of his shirt in anticipation. There was a moment of silence where even the pokémon fighting in the sky seemed to stop. The silence was broken by a loud enraged roar as the heavily armored form of a Nidoking burst through the mist and into battle.