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Wiping his mouth the the back of his hand, Tk leaned back into his chair with a content sigh. "Man Robby, you sure can cook. If you opened a restraunt people would line up for miles!"

After checking the time on his Xtranceiver He jumped out of his chair and grabbed his pack from its place on the floor by his chair. "alright guys, im gonna head out for some training before heading to Driftveil," he swung his pack over his back and hooked the strap across his chest. "If i don't catch up with you guys before you leave town ill get a hold of you over the Xtranceiver. Message me if there's any problems and ill come runnin'!" he said before slipping on his shoes.

"Right then, Later Guys! And good luck with your interview Sal!" he finished with a half turned wave and was out the door. as soon as his feet hit the walkway outside he took off at a sprint. Running into the side of the neighboring building. as soon as he came into contact with it he pushed the flat of his show against the wall and pushed upwards, grabbing onto the top of the water drain and pulling himself up onto the roof.

Walking up to the peek of the roof he looked over at the subberbs of the city scape. His original plan for the day was too meet up with Hiba, who he hadn't seen since a day before the 4 day lock down. However, the older of the two had the idea to run interference with Tk mom, who was still furious with her sons Hero antics at the big stadium. So he was stuck waiting for the all clear from Hiba beofre heading towards the next city.

"Look look! Its cloning Sage!"
"What? where? i thought the legends crew already skipped town?"
"I heard they where taken into custody!"

Some time during the past 4 days some one leaked Henrietta's address, so there where always people bound to be waiting around hoping to get a word in with the crew.

Even TK had his fill of public attention by this point. So with a sigh he slid down the side of the roof, when he reached the end he jumped, grabbing onto the street lamp, swinging hi s body back and forth before flinging himself onto the neighboring street lamp, causing the girls in the below group to squeal with adorment. He was somewhat of a tween heart throb at this point.

Making is way though the city, free running from building to building and basicly just trying to practice his free running while keeping out of the public eye. Eventually landing in the alleyway next to gear station.

((Takamaru was The Twin Rascals, Kenta was Spinarak Man, Robby was The Greaser, Salieri was The Anti-Hero, Wayne was WL, Henrietta was The Knight and I think that's all of them.))

Saffron City buzzed far below, grey and miserable. Elizabeth stared out the
window of the guest floor, hand resting quietly on the cold glass. Thinking.
Traffic teemed in the streets, lights red, yellow and white, shifting through the
dreary day. Katelyn stood nearby, looking uncertain.

"Momma?" she asked, and Elizabeth turned to look at her, giving a half-
hearted smile. "Did you and Grandpa fall out?"

Elizabeth pushed away from the glass and knelt down, picking Katelyn up
from under her arms and holding her tight. The girl struggled at first, but
relaxed as Elizabeth closed her eyes and breathed deeply. This was her baby
girl. She wouldn't let that b*****d take her away.

"Something like that," she said. Could they really fall out when neither had
been in the other's favour?
"You should say sorry," Katelyn said quietly, fingers gripping Elizabeth's
shoulder tightly. The woman's eyes opened slightly. "Grandpa's not a bad
man. He shouldn't be sad..."

A knot struck her throat and Elizabeth felt a flush of anger. It subsided, and
she put the five year old back on the floor.

"Go play with your toys," she said. "Now."

Katelyn backed away, then hurried towards the fireplace, where a box of toys
sat with half its contents spilled onto the floor. Elizabeth opened up the
display on her Xtransceiver and tried to call Zack. The device rang and rang.
Eventually it beeped, disconnecting the attempt. Where the hell could he be?

Something caught her eye. It looked like a shadow shifting on one of the
buildings opposite. She'd seen it before. When she checked more carefully,
Elizabeth still couldn't spot anything out of the ordinary. Nothing but
grey buildings and miserable rain trickling down the glass.

'It must be a Murkrow,' she thought. They often nested in the buildings
around Saffron.

"Ms. Redgrave?" Brady stood in the doorway. The Silph Co. tower had
biometric records of everyone who'd ever entered it following the Rocket
incident. Using advanced scanners built into every door and hallway, the
building itself was capable of keeping track of who walked through it and
where. Elizabeth thought that there must be a central server that handled all
of that information hidden somewhere in the tower.

The security system intelligently adapted to threats. While certain people
were cleared to access certain areas, it would be impossible for an intruder to
take a high-ranking employee hostage and force them to bypass the system.
It would shut them out, regardless of the demands that the intruder might
make.

The information stored at Silph Co. was simply too valuable to
trade for a human life. Brady had complete access, while Elizabeth and
Katelyn were only cleared to use their residential floor along with her father's
office.

"What is it, Brady?" Elizabeth asked.
"Regarding the meeting earlier," he said, "I wanted you to know--"
"It's fine," Elizabeth said, "It's fine. You were just doing your job."

Brady stayed silent. Rain drummed against the window and Elizabeth made
her way to the kitchen in the far corner of the room. She retrieved a bottle,
then reached for a glass.

Elizabeth held a second glass out to Brady but he responded with the barest
shake of his head. She put it back, "Suit yourself."
She poured out a glass of scotch whiskey and downed it in one, wincing
slightly as she set the glass down. Brady frowned disapprovingly.

"What, I'm allowed a drink, aren't I?" Elizabeth said, leaning on the counter,
pouring another glass.
"I wouldn't dream of depriving you small pleasures, Ms. Redgrave," Brady
said, not changing his gaze.
Elizabeth feigned a laugh. "Would it be so hard to say what you really think
for a change?"

"I'm not sure I understand."
"Don't lie to me, Brady. I know you," Elizabeth put the glass down, empty,
"you agree with him don't you? You think I screwed up with Wayne and now
I'm going to do the same thing with Katelyn!"
"Elizabeth..."
"Just go ahead and say it, Brady! I'm a terrible parent! I should never have
taken him in. I should never..." her face was red. She realised she'd been
swinging the glass about like a madwoman. Katelyn was staring at her
uncertainly, the toys untouched. Elizabeth covered her face and went quiet.

"If I may, Ms. Redgrave," Brady said, "a terrible parent is one who does not
fight tooth and nail to do the best she can for her children."

Elizabeth looked up at him. His eyebrow was raised, and he almost seemed
to be smiling. She felt the corner of her mouth twitch. Of course Brady was
on her side. For the first half of her life, he'd been her only real friend in the
world. The pit in her stomach seemed to ease.

"You're right," she said. She smiled towards Katelyn, whose sour face
softened. Elizabeth gave Brady a determined look. "Tell dad I don't care about
his choices. I'm making my own."

Looking both left and right to make sure the coast was clear of any fangrils, he took to the side walk. just after exiting the ally, Tk noticed the Green haired N waving him over.

"Mornin' N!" Tk said, jogging over towards his Friend, grinning all the while. These past 4 days he'd been trying to get N alone to discuss his morality issues and other stuff. out of the entire legends crew he seemed to be the most... psychologically intelligent.

Well that's what he was basing his decision to talk to N about plasma on anyway's. It probably had nothing to do with the fact that he was the only one who didn't actually voice his displeasure against plasma.

"Whatcha' doing all the way out here?" He asked, jumping onto the railing and walking it up to the top step before jumping off, landing on the top step that N occupied, taking a seat next to the older youth. "You missed one heck of a breakfast." The silver haired youth commented, patting his stomach for emphasis.

The park was chaos. Green beams of energy were met with fiery walls - burning them out before they were useful, sonic waves of blackness emanated and crashed into an unyielding Boldore, who tore through it with ease, smashing the ground and firing the sand upwards, into the open maw of the Krookodile.

Orders by Azucena were screams, if only to speak over a cheering crowd. They knew her as some roadie to "The Legend Crew", and she'd been shipped with every male on the team - twice. Because of this they knew her, not as a hero though.

But also because of this they knew who she was training against.

Henrietta's Wartortle and Boldore - Bastion and Frate respectively.

Ervin, her Maractus and K-Rok, the Krookodile she'd picked up, were training hard but they weren't able to gain an edge on Henrietta's Pokemon.

Damn. She trained them well!

Bastion's Hidden Power was Fire, it meant that she had an edge on Maractus - able to destroy his grass attacks with ease and save himself from injury.

The large sandbox in the park doubled as an arena for trainers - and originally Azucena thought it gave her an advantage. No rocks or anything for Frate to use against her - she was dead wrong. The Pokemon used the sand to block off K-Rok's most skilled technique - Snarl.

But he had another technique. A green stream of energy punched through the sand, causing Frate to jump aside to avoid it. Another Giga Drain.

As Ervin switched opponents, K-Rok did as well. He closed the distance to Wartortle, who turned to block the strike with his shell - but it wasn't an ordinary strike.

An Earthquake punch. He'd been on the receiving end of a blow like this before. Most memorably from his brother. While his technique was incomplete, he could still do it. The fist hit the shell, and the vibrations caused Bastion to cry and stumble forward.

Then it happened. Pulling himself to his feet, determination overflowing, Bastion evolved.

K-Rok's heart stopped for a moment as Bastion turned, one cannon aimed at him for only a moment before Bastion faced him.

The luck of the opponent not knowing how to use that cannon just yet. They twitched, his heart skipped a beat.

"Don't let up!" Azucena cried and K-Rok restored his determination and stepped in, punching for Bastion.

When something hit him. Power Gem, a move of Frate's used by storing energy inside of his body and then releasing it. His hand was knocked aside - at the same time Bastion figured out his cannon.

The Pokemon hit the floor, in the next second Maractus acted, attacking Frate from behind with his Needle Arm.

His caught aflame and cried as he fell - Hidden Power: Fire.

"Okay okay, we lost!" Azucena shouted as she got out her potions and got to work on the wounds. They weren't too bad, but she'd have to make a trip to the battle institute.

"Jeeze, I can't beat you guys," she said as she looked at Frate and Bastion.

Frate, the Boldore, hadn't evolved. Probably because she'd never put him into a pokeball, nor had he been registered under her name. Actually, she didn't know how it worked.

But now Bastion had evolved.

The crowd still cheered.

[This is a little much,] Frate said as he looked out at the crowd.
Bastion roared with laughter, his newly deepened voice making him sound like a jolly old man. [I love it.]
[Vanity is unbecoming of the winner,] Ervin said, maintaining his typically calm tone of voice.
K-Rok was quiet.

He'd heard a few days ago about an incident, a concert they called it, involving K-Rok. But it wasn't him. Apparently humans can't tell Pokemon apart, so his manager just grabbed the first Krokorok he came across and trained him to rap. Sales of his album were at an all time low in just a few days - it'd gone from thousands purchased a day to nothing over the next few days.

He was fuming, he'd gotten Ervin to agree to do a mini-concert in Nimbasa before they left. Set for today, he was gonna show the world he was K-Rok. The only issue he saw was that Ervin wasn't a DJ, he played the banjo.

[I'll work around it.] He didn't believe that, he had no idea where to start. Still, his pride was crushed, and he couldn't relieve any of the stress by losing constantly to Bastion and Frate.

"You guys head on back," Henrietta said and the two headed into the crowd, disappearing in a few seconds.

***

"Henrietta?" Azucena was on her x-transceiver as she sat waiting in the lobby of the battle institute.

"Yeah?"

"I sent Bastion and Frate home, I'll pick up Melty after my Pokemon are healed."

"Alright. I'm just on my way to work."

Azucena frowned. "You didn't sleep today either, did you?"

"We're almost done with the center. It's been hard, but the stadium is done and so is the road that apparently a Scizor and Steelix fought across. It's just this and everything is done."

Azucena sighed. "Okay, just don't kill yourself."

"Kill myself?"

"Yeah, like, accidentally make something fall on you because you're too tired." Azucena saw Henrietta smile. There was a brief moment of silence, and then, "say, can we talk later?"

"Sure," Henrietta said, "I gotta go shopping for clothes anyway. Want to meet up after work?"

"Sure. Call me when you get off."

At the house Henrietta picked up Melty. He'd been told to help her get her badge. Part of his training to work better with others, he had to help win the badge without acting on his own, basically he could only do what Azucena said. Melty agreed with Azucena, though she didn't know it, that it was too restricting but Henrietta was firm on her decision.

That was one major change Azucena had noticed. The girl that stumbled over her words when they first met had changed, she noticed it when the girl took charge of their group. She was now constantly tired from working hard - training, construction, over night shift on the citizen patrol - a group of people that worked to make up for the major absence of the majority of the police force since the stadium incident - and making sure her Pokemon were under her control. She'd said it herself, they were in or out, no weaknesses. That night she'd given her Pokemon the same choice, as she slurred over her words(thanks to the moonshine Robby slipped into their stew, but she'd never speak of that night again, not out loud), they could leave if they wanted to.

They stayed.

Henrietta had become a different person, more confident, more concerned about others. She was starting to live up to the nickname the media had given her - The Knight.

Arriving at the gym, Azucena found a battle underway. She'd joined the crowd, and she watched Salieri and Elesa about to face off.

Grinning, she decided to support the karate girl, "kick her a**!"

Kijin walked past the Gear Station giving a quick look at the two people talking at the side of the building he recognized one of them from the news but the other he wasn't sure of but probably a friend of his, he simply shrugged and moved on. After walking by the Gear Station he rounded the block towards the pokemon center so far it was moving along rather nicely it was mostly repaired and at this point it just needed to get the pokemon system back up and running and some power then it should be good as new. "Hmm this is coming along rather nicely it is surprising how quickly they repaired the center in only four days."

POP! The sound barrier snapped as Jump skidded to a halt behind Zack in Unova's desert. He threw up his hands and leaned over the other man's body with a grin.

"BOO!" he yelped. He probably hadn't actually surprised Zack since the Redgrave had reflexes allowing him to respond to super speed. But it was worth a shot. Jump laughed a little and pointed at Ferox.

"See? You're not the only one around here who can teleport! Well, I didn't technically teleport, but it's close enough. Except I could use a glass of water right about now~"

The Interpol Agent looked side to side. Sand for miles. "Whiiiiiiich I won't be getting here. Damn." He plopped onto the ground, sitting crosslegged.

"Sup dude? Lemme guess: training. Cause you wouldn't be doing anything that was actually fun. Man, I helped throw this kid a surprise birthday party a couple of days ago. Wayne was there, we chilled, why didn't you answer my text? There was free beer. Well, not free but I didn't pay for it."

Jump licked his lips and chugged half of the sports drink in one go. Blue flavor. Yum. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and shrugged.

"Nothin'. Heard there was gonna be a high council meeting today. They want me to zip by, be some backup security or something. Which means I'll have time for a good nap. Hopefully outside the actual meeting, I could not give less of a s**t about that boring stuff, yanno?"

The wind whipped at the sand around them. Jump grabbed a clump of it and let it sift through his fingers.

"Actually, I came here to see how you were doing. With the whole Kero thing."

Kero was still missing after his four day disappearance. Knowing the kind of missions that Kero usually took on, it could be easy to assume the worst. Jump didn't, because he was incredibly and almost obnoxiously optimistic. He was well aware not everybody else shared that sort of thinking.

"How long have you been training out here for, dude? Too long?"