Do pardon the long time it took to get back to the keyboard, I had friends from out of town in, though I probably already told Y'all that. If you are reading this on a Friday, my plan to get right back on tasked worked perfectly. If not, either you were slow to get back to fanfiction, or something went horribly wrong on my end, hopefully the former.

-In the Gym-

I head to the upstairs aerobics room. The door is just glass, inside Figg Sensei is standing at attention in a denim martial arts Gi. His long grey hair tied back into a ponytail to keep it out of his face.

I walk through the doors, it appears no students are in the room.

"Anyone else joining us?" I ask.

"No, just you," replied Figg Sensei.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Most of the old members either disappeared or defected to Team Rocket," Figg Sensei replied.

"Why did you reopen the club then?" I asked.

"It was under orders of Ms. Josephine, I am to test your level of skill and learn what is it that makes you tick as a trainer. Of course she was expecting me to spy on you, but I say bollocks to that, this old fogey only knows about Pokemon battling what I've googled since the great change. You didn't even bring your Pokemon with you," Replied Figg.

"Then what is your plan?" I ask.

Figg cracks a sly smile, "Pop quiz, defend yourself!"

Figg unleashes a barrage of blows with his fists. I managed to block the blows that could have hit me, while avoiding most of them by staying out of arm's reach.

"You think on your feet, good, but your form is rusty. I got you backed to a corner, you will have to use offence if you want to win," said Figg.

I look behind me, and notice the mirrored wall behind me, he has in fact maneuvered me into a corner. Attacking is both my only option, and what he expects, I am in a trap if there ever was one. I lunge forward with a roundhouse kick, but I made a fatal error. I didn't have the time to switch to a Gi before the fight began and my jeans restricted my movement just enough to miss him by an inch.

It was enough to surprise him, but it wore off quick enough to respond with a punch to my already off balance form. I could feel the force of his punch soak throughout my body. To my horror I could feel myself coming to pieces, sinews snapping, bones throughout my body shattering, organs turning gelatinous, all from one punch. The form I've assumed is nowhere near as strong as the original, this I realize as I black out.

-Meanwhile in some mansion elsewhere in the city-

Bonnie and Clyde enter the Boss's study.

The man in the chair looks up from his gameboy, "Anything to report?"

"Nothing much on the one we fought sir," replied Clyde.

"Then why do you disturb me?" the man asks.

"There have been developments at Birmingham college," said Clyde.

"I know already that they are forming a personal militia, I surmised that would happen should you two fail your mission to take the campus," the man replied.

"That's why we don't strike just yet, nor should we draw them into combat just yet," said the man.

"Why we couldn't take them out while they are weak now?" asked Bonnie.

"We are in a similar state to them, it is guaranteed that it will be a hard fight now, or then. If we fight now, both our factions will be weak to an incursion from any of the rouge generals to the north of us. If we fight now, he will tip the scales in their favor," said the man.

"You mean him?" asked Clyde.

"Yes, that Atticus kid, we need him, he will tip the scales in our favor," said the man.

"At least he seems to be staunchly against joining the school's defense force," said Bonnie.

"Good, maybe there is some hope in turning him, in the meantime remain hidden from sight. Quietly observe and report intel for now," replied the man.

"Yessir," replied Bonnie and Clyde.

"By the way, how has the new teammate been for you two?" asked the man.

"Excellent, the newbie has been instrumental in gathering intel that would couldn't have otherwise got," said Clyde.

"Good..."

-Back at the Gym-

I regain consciousness.

"You need some EV training chap," I hear Figg Sensei's voice chime in.

To my horror I realize his punch rendered me unable to retain my human form, I was a ditto again.

"Relax, I won't tell Josephine anything, in fact I plan on training you just like before. My knowing you are a ditto just makes things more convenient for that end," replied Figg Sensei.

I try to call to mind my previous form and return to human shape but with no luck.

"You already had bad stamina, hence your difficulty transforming just now. Likewise, you couldn't take a strong hit and retain your form simultaneously. You are good at fighting, but you lose what you gain by the state of your body. Fudging your shape to be thinner does not undo what issues in health you had as a human. I've done some googling and from what I have found out is that HP is the one stat that carries over when you transform. If you will keep up with it, I will train you, it won't be pleasant, but you will become a force to be reckoned with," said Figg Sensei.

"Are you game?" asks Figg Sensei, extending a hand to shake.

I finally manage to regain my human shape and shake his hand.

"Excellent! Why don't we get started."

Author Note: I am still getting in the swing of things. Pardon the short chapter, but the way I set things up I realize I made for a short chapter from the outset. Then again when I was writing 'Too Late' the standard minimum was 1000 words. I have been trying to keep it up to 2000, in this case, I went for richness in content for this chapter, I had a busy week. I hope Y'all enjoyed, see you next week!