Yup. I suck. More than a month of no updates, then a pathetic chapter of less than 1,500 words. Sorry.

They could fight the girl, but he knew they would most likely fail and meet the same fate as his friend. They could run, and make their suffering more stretched out. Or they could kill themselves or have someone else kill them.

He opted to go for the first 2 choices.

Sizing up his opponent, he leaned towards the flight option. It was clear she was of some strength out of this world. But, he noticed that she put more weight on her left leg, and the fabric on the other leg was slightly darker than the rest of her odd jumpsuit thing - Honey Lemon's chem-ball? Other than that, nothing else as an advantage for them could be seen.

He became aware of how loud he was breathing, of how the others made too much noise just shifting their weights - the dry leaves beneath and twigs only made it worse. Compared to this person, they were giant, noisy idiots.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, much to his surprise. "Can you…"

The girl made some choking noise, and he realized it was her strange way of laughing. At him.

That made him angry.

"Look," he continued, quickly shooting an annoyed face at the others, who were still frozen, "What do you want? You've followed us here, basically knocked my friend unconscious, and now you seem like you want to kill us. Which way is it gonna be, lady?" As soon as he finished his sentence, she struck.

Like lightning, or something faster - much, much faster - she swept her blade under him, keeping the sharp edges so that it wouldn't pierce his skin, but it knocked him to the ground. Twisting into the air, she grabbed his arm and swung, his whole body flung into the air. Hiro landed on the ground, wind knocked out of him and he struggled to breath. Before he could get up, she put her foot on his back, pressing down hard.

He tried talking, but she just brought the blade to his neck casually, fingering the handle. He shut up. Glaring at the others, she almost dared them to attack, just so she could have a reason to attack them. They didn't.

Turning back to the girl, he was about to utter a remark, but something pierced his arm instantly. He looked down at it in confusion, vision blurring. He watched his hand in motion, now unpinned from the ground, reach for something imbedded in his skin and tried to pull it out - however, there was a calm, cold hand holding it their steadily. It was a small, silver syringe filled with a clear liquid, and he pulled away, eyes blinking, as she slowly push down the plunger, stopping when it was empty. A blur flashed above his line of vision, and as he closed his eyes, he saw the chocolatey-brown eyes of the girl leaning in close, as if kissing him on the forehead, 'goodbye.'

Taking out the rest of them was almost comically easy. Their anger at what she had done to their leader made them reckless, and they had rushed in without much thought, making them easy targets. All of the team lay on the ground, either knocked out, or in Hiro's case, under the impression of the needle's fluids. Except for one.

Baymax's eyes seemed to narrow. He rushed, about to do some impressive moves Hiro had programmed into the system, but the girl was unfazed.

Racing towards the giant figure, she ducked under his swinging fist, rolled into a somersault, and simply tapped its access port - a green, blue, and red chip were now revealed. With a quick flick, she took out the blue and red one, leaving the original green chip. Instantly, Baymax sagged a little.

Now that they were out - the fighting chips and socialization chips, as she recalled from the records - it seemed like Hamada's project was now relatively harmless. She slipped the programming devices into her belt, keeping it safe. Her cause might call for them later.

"You are not in my system," the robot puzzled, unaffected by the thought that his team was unconscious, littering around the ground stretching out of them. She didn't answer; she didn't need to. With deft movement, she went around and pulled out more syringes, making sure to get every team member injected with the drug into their bloodstreams.

"You know," he continued, "continuously fighting and harming other people is in no way a very healthy lifestyle choice, though it might seem like it." She shook her head, leaning down to Hiro, whose eyes were closed and breathing even but shallow.

"I sense slow, but steady heartbeats of Hiro Hamada, Go Go Tomago, Honey Lemon, Wasabi, and Fred, averaging 51 beats per minute. I would assume you have had them put undergo into a comatose like state, most likely through a certain liquid?" She ignored him, tying Hiro's wrists together as he stood there, utterly confused. "What is puzzling is that I can't seem to identify the liquid used. I know exactly 652 different solutions that can put a person Hiro's age to sleep or in a coma-like state, and this is not one of them." When she didn't respond, he blinked.

"You seem to not answer. Are you mute, or simply refuse to speak to me?" She rolled her eyes, yanking several strips of duct tape and taping Hiro's mouth tightly, then dragged him over to a tree trunk, propping him against it. Without stopping, she sighed and strolled over to Baymax, tapping the port again.

"What are you doing?" the robot asked, concern raising, but then collapsed into a small white pile as she pulled out the other chip; it was time for Baymax to shut up.

She continued, tying them up and duct taping everything thoroughly, until she was done; stepping back, she glanced at the sad, poor pathetic team.

'How did the others fail?' she asked herself in an amused tone, hands on her hips. A grin of amusement danced on her lips. 'Seriously. I just hope they'll be punished for failing to do their job. Now . . .'

'Okay,' she thought to herself, 'not the greatest thing I've done, but it'll have to do.' She just hoped that when they reached the former Biraben College, they wouldn't shoot them before she could be recognized.

Thankfully though, no one would expect 5 unconscious bodies of teenagers and an out-of-commision healthcare companion would be located in the back of a seemingly normal, inconspicuous minivan that she had been using for the past 12 hours. However, the seats had been previously removed, and under some circumstances, it could be somewhat protected. The windows were tinted, so no one could possibly see in them.

The other problem was that, though she had taken some extra precautions, she still might be pulled over for her youth and be questioned on having a driving license; though she had learned to drive at nearly 9, she doubted the officers would want to hear that. No worries - she still had plenty extra of the syringes.

Glancing at the clock, it was nearly 4 in the afternoon - she cursed in her head; the whole ordeal took a lot longer than she thought it would be, and they likely wouldn't arrive until nearly 7 or so, depending on traffic and whatnot.

The team was tied together in a giant circle of unconscious friends; in the trunk, their bags and armour were neatly gathered and stored into a sack, hidden under the fabric of the floor where a spare tire would usually be placed. Up front, she now wore simple jeans and a t-shirt, the rest of her gear on the passenger's seat floor.

Switching on the radio for the first time in awhile, music broke out - a pop song, and with a wide realization, she recognized the artist - on the other assignments, she hadn't known any of them. But now, a childhood memory broke loose : something about a lot of people, and the pulsing wave accompanied by flashing lights - she forced it down, concentrating on the road. But she didn't turn it off, and as the background went by, she smiled.

Next post = ? - Hopefully within the next 2 weeks. See you then.

-DragonFire0102