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They bitterly cried. Attempting to hold back from their lost friend. Digging ever so slowly into the muddy dirt in their failure of finding a doctor. They watched Nemo's progress, extremely tired and rather disappointed upon each grime laying upon her forehead from her hands which had became into large scoops. Obstructing her every movement amongst her dirty high heels and her damp dress, now filled messily with brown dirt that covered her entire back as if she had a bath. Struggling to even dig further upon every trip and stuck up mud which was determined to stay in one piece.

"They could have at least given me an umbrella..."

Oh how she wished she said that. Doing all the work was already stressful enough. Being the 'mother', she wasn't necessarily the one who is a fan of doing everything. Especially with Verda's abilities, her job could have been done quickly. She didn't have to take her time upon the turmoil of the mud which irked her constantly. However as she looks back at the rather hurt girl, laying snug alongside Shane who held what seemed like a stolen umbrella, she could only hope that she can be put to rest nicely by the grave. Watching closely at Harold's grave close by. Although with that thought she could only wonder why Shane was crying. Didn't they train them to be strong in will? Is she missing something? She sighed, shaking her head at the thought, probably overthinking things. Isn't it?

She stared back at the dead body in peace next to her work. Sleepy amongst the cold breeze of the ocean which rolled over in ignorance. Not even bothering to take a look at the work she had taken for some time. Completed and awaiting it's host despite a little hesitation amongst the crickets that watched silently at the weird ritual. She carefully laid her down into the earth. Ironically being with her ally for so long. And finally seeing them once again into their arms, still not knowing who her family was nor the silence upon her now long lost friend. Only able to simply watch, comfortably laying her down to bed. She hurried with her work, placing each pile of dirt and mud into their hidden graves. The third casualty amongst the cries of anguish and the loud machines that roared by. She converted her hands back, looking back at her muddy hands and dress as she looked. Rather dumbfounded but still, she couldn't help but tearfully smile at her work. Ripping out a long branch which now stood on top of the dirt hill alongside the other stick. Still sturdy yet strong. Just as she always imagined him to be like her master despite her ruined plans which may hopefully come to pass soon. Perhaps the one which would give her what she originally had wanted from the start.

"Don't worry, you did good."

She got up, patting upon Shane's rather dirty shoulder as she stood shook to her track shoes. Imprinting itself into the ground upon every press. Still shocked at her passing and more guilty every second, hardly keeping the beige umbrella stable in the first place. Now beginning to fill with fallen leaves from every pine tree.

"Look man. Nothing would work better if you don't simply move on. She would definitely want that. Besides, aren't we supposed to be on the run?"

The slime blob looked at her, motherly in appearance yet completely ignorant at her destroyed outfit. Foolishly looking back at her amongst the sheepish Verda. Quiet at her motherly love. But amongst the suspicious loud sounds of aircraft that lingered on, nothing would be able to stay constant. Nothing could. She watched her breathe a large gulp of air, lingering down into her throat with a small burst of air in her throat. Flowing through the breeze upon the grime in the stick.

"Alright... Let's go..."

They wandered back, slowly watching ever step. Hiding every scream from the lingering mosquitoes that constantly pestered around their legs. Hopping about the lean, fatty trampoline like it was a bouncy castle. Constantly itching their legs despite his warnings. Condemning them further into the insanity of hopeful ignorance back into the factory. Still quiet and untouched.

"Good... At least we don't have anyone bot-"

Shane attempted to breathe a sigh of relief. Amongst a lonely 3 days, they were still untouched. Hardly seen or heard. Glad that at least she had companions around. However her sight wasn't pleasant. In front of the trio, Atsuki float around ridiculously in a large thick pink sweater, hardly hiding herself in the dark amongst her gleaming eyes, completely disappointed, moody upon their appearance with her flexing large backpack filled with cannons that laid afloat, partially attached and pointed directly at their spot. A fatal instant kill.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Behind her, a slimy lady emerged from the shadows, hardly known to her. Standing there as if she could rip Nemo apart. Beside her, Derek looked at them with boredom, rather tired and done with their business. Grumpy and lacking sleep and lacking anything, simply forced to come only because of Baku who wandering alongside him, holding hands together and rather uncomfortable in her stiff armor, still armed to the teeth and tired from their constant use. Unable to be fixed and stuck in her suit. Probably frustrated of her comforts in school. Placing this drive in their surrender.

"You should consider giving yourselves up! Where is the other three?"

She watched above, spotting what seemed like a giant robot that smashed through the once weak but perfect roof, crumbling into pieces upon impact. Staring upon the group in it's rather white and bright exterior with it's green glowing eyes. Watching their every move like an angry giant an the loose, except with the colors a ridiculous white tracksuit. It's silhouette rather similar to it's previous versions, but now seemingly more robust and angrier than ever. Freakishly looking like a human in it's contortions and movement through the now busted roof and the dangling mess of wires that stood in it's way. Flashing brightly at the group. Had they gone against her friendship already?

"WHERE IS THE OTHER THREE?!?"

Atsuki shouted at the group. Looking carefully at the family who seemed ready to fight with their wounds. Their eyes filled with determination with their wildly pounce. However they need not. Looking at Shane who seemed quiet and listless. Shaking her head with sadness and eerie calmness.

"You have been fooled."

She looked at the group with sadness as she ripped off her rag which flew into the air, fluttering about in the heat upon their gasp. Horrifically unable to look beyond her rags. Nemo and Verda looked on, rather upset at her decision. Leaving her bare with her shirt intact and her awful skin injuries on display. Sore and oozing upon every infected swell. Still strong with the smell of last minute medication and scarring upon sight.

"They did this to everyone. And destroyed the rest in the process."

She put her hands out wide. Her body up for grabs like in a museum. Harsh but beautiful to her. Her unwavering soul that laid unbroken. Staring back upon the rolling of her eyes. Watching everyone disarm and widened shocked expression at their injuries.

"Look. This kind of treatment is inhumane even for a family who once was the enemy of the world!" She stammered to Atsuki, her eyes widening upon her weak touch of her legs which softly pulled her down slowly to their arms. Surprise at her silent reaction to her pain as she continued, "I had to do this... I know it is wrong... I also had suffered the consequences... But I need them alive for the sole purpose of-"

She hoped that this explanation would be enough. Her painful pleads of understanding was almost all going well until another large team stormed through the doors, slamming though the doors as it fell gracefully to the dust and grime with a loud thud. Silencing everyone in the room with the simple sound of winds and rocket engines.

"What kind of illegal gathering is this?..."

She turns back to see a shocked Ambar, seemingly ignoring his missing arm, injured beyond belief as he glanced with his pistol, drawn at Shane amongst his drones still stagnant and still, feeling upon the metallic bracelet around his head. Behind him, Sylvie looked at her with a rather crazed look, surveying the surroundings like a wild dog on the loose. hardly the kind person she had remembered her to be just several weeks earlier. Behind her, Shao Lin wandered alongside Hanson, hardly noticing them but rather the missing arm upon his frown. Horrifically amputated and left with nothing. Just a scar upon her body which the group looked on in shocked.

Above another bright light began to shimmer upon the white Revel, glimmering upon the stoplight like it was caught red handed despite his lack of surprise to Victor, who had swung his chair around with his gun to face what seemed like another Revel. Completely refitted up to standard amongst it's U-shaped head and U-shaped fin that glimmered in the moonlight and it's two green eyes that stared upon his rebuilt machine. Echoing the sounds of humming and the loud speaker from what he knew was a man who was not supposed to be a pilot. Lacking any qualifications to still be alive. But yet here he is. Still rather unsure and blind to his disappointment.

"I'm surprised, weren't you supposed to not to be able to pilot at the moment?"

He looked and snarled, staring upon the red screen that began to overwhelm the touchscreen controls upon his sight. Numbing his controls and joystick that began to act on their own.

"It's a joy to be alive once again you know..."

He stared at the the console, watching upon his horrified face at the name of the AI his mechanic once called Wonder. Glitching upon every letter to form a messy four lettered word that glowed and screeched in the red screen of death : 'EDDY'

"What is going on?!?"