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The rest of Jason's day was rather uneventful considering what happened. After he and Charlie parted ways, he decided to head on home. On the way, he stopped by and paid his severed arm a visit. He took back his watch then set the severed arm on fire. As to why he waited until the whole arm was in ashes, well, a thought came to his head that people wouldn't appreciate finding a bloodied, severed arm on the ground. His walk home was long and tiring. He was just thankful that nobody decided to ambush on the way.

Upon returning home, however, Jason found that both his parents had gone to the aid of those affected by the blast... well... his mom is anyway considering she's a medic. His father, however, was probably sent to patrol and search for more leads involving the explosion. But Jason knew better than to assume that. His parents didn't even work the normal shifts. That's why he gets to be with them in the mornings before heading to the academy as well as the evening or the late afternoon when he gets back.

His parents were only called in on high level emergencies or if Ignatius felt like having Aiden by his side. Those two may almost always be at each other's throats but deep down they are the best of friends. Aiden's usual duties were to either act as Ignatius' right hand man, assisting the head with whatever it is that required assistance or simply keep him company in a small and brief group reunion along with other friends Jason has yet to meet.

His mother, however, was usually called in to the medical station that was in need the most. Her healing aura helps speed the recovery of almost every patient on the floor she's on. Of course, the recovery would be faster if she concentrated on one patient at a time, but she felt that healing many at once would save time and energy (ironic, isn't it?).

Jason let out a heavy sigh of exhaustion as he removed his tattered and bloody bullet proof vest and hoodie jacket. His right hand moved to rub his belly, feeling the soft touch of his own fur against his paw. He then moved it towards his left shoulder, then down the entire length of his left arm. He tried to feel whether there was a difference in the feel of his fur between his original fur to the one that his aura reconstructed. So far, they seem identical.

"Was I really able to do this?" Jason mumbled to himself as he let go of his arm and headed into the kitchen where he prepared himself a small meal. Once he's had his fill, he sluggishly made his way back to his room where he collapsed on his bed and immediately drifted into sleep.

He awoke later that evening and stretched away the drowsiness. He checked the time on the clock and was surprised to find that it was already two in the morning. He was asleep for more or less twelve hours. He closed his eyes and felt his still tired aura drift further away from his body and spread throughout his house. With it, he could see his mother sleeping his hers and Aiden's room but his father was not home.

He felt a throbbing headache start forcing his aura to retreat for the meantime. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep, trying his best to supress the pain in his head. This headache happens every time he's overused his aura. Somehow, even though Jason's slept for, as stated before, more or less twelve hours, his aura hasn't replenished quite yet. Then again, he's used his aura for healing, which was a feat he hasn't done before as well as using it to counter a skilled psychic type's powers. If anything, he's surprised his brain hadn't exploded yet (figuratively).

He let out a sigh as he slowly walked over to his window and gazed out into the Military District. The night was rather quiet considering the chaos they were through earlier that day... er... yesterday. From the view up the "Alexander Hill" (which is what his father apparently called their residence), he could see the great change in the city's infrastructure, mainly the now large empty field in the center of the district.

He lazily pressed his forehead against the glass window and focused his gaze at the destruction. He could see that, up until now, the rock, steel and ground types are working to clear the rubble and to reconstruction of those that were destroyed. The ground types shifted the earth the earth to make way for the infrastructure, the steel types handled the steel beams and the rock types handled the cement and concrete.

He admired watching the construction workers doing their job, how they were able to manipulate their designated elements to their will. It was at times like those when he wished he too had powers like that: the manipulation of an element. Or better yet, the manipulation of most matter. Although that was a feat only psychic types can pull off (or is it?).

He dismissed those thoughts and felt that he was too well rested to return to bed. He walked over to his cabinet, got dressed in his usual hoodie and quietly walked out of his room, down the stairs and out their front door, very careful not to wake his mother from her, probably, well-deserved rest.

Outside his house, he felt his body relax as he breathed in the cold, fresh evening air. He felt the soft touch of the dew covered grass brush against his feet as he walked over towards the bench his mother had put next to their house for a good view of the Military District. It was a rather relaxing lookout position. What his father put there, however, was more 'work-related'... mainly a sniper's perch on the roof of their house complete with a still armed sniper rifle.

As much as he wanted to know what was happening down there, he didn't dare use his aura knowing that he'd get another headache. And he felt that walking around in the district was unsafe considering all that's happened in the span of two days. His mind then moved towards his father's sniper's perch. If he was lucky, a pair of binoculars would be there so he can at least get a better look of the district from up there.

He scaled the side of his house, grabbing on to the ledges of windows and throwing himself upward to quickly reach the roof. From there, it was just an easy ladder up towards the simple wooden hut the house a box-full of sniper rounds, a closet with a few different types of sniper and hunting rifles and, as Jason predicted, a pair of binoculars.

He held the binoculars in front of his eyes and scanned the city. His gaze darted from left to right, up and down, dividing the city into grids to better scan the district. Only then did he begin to wonder. "What am I looking for?" Jason whispered to himself though he still stared at the district through his binoculars. He then noticed something peculiar: he could see that Garchomp Harrison standing by the district gate speaking with the Sceptile Joseph. Jason's curiosity got the best of him, especially because of the conversation he had eavesdropped on the day before, the one involving how Harrison was one of Joseph's agents. Agents of what?

Jason squint his eyes and concentrated. Using his aura wasn't an option for two reasons: he probably hasn't replenished enough to avoid getting a headache and the fact that the Sceptile somehow knows if Jason was spying on him. He resorted to trying to read their lips though Jason's hasn't really practiced that skill yet. Every time he tried to make out a word that they said, the two had already moved to a different sentence leaving Jason's mind to just jumble words and lose track of them entirely.

He was staring at them in utter confusion, completely unaware as to what their conversation was about. He could see the expressions on their faces though so he can at least guess how grave the discussion was. Judging the Sceptile's sly smile and occasional chuckle, he might've thought that they were just having a friendly conversation. But looking at the Garchomp, who's expression was that of worry, Jason's having second thoughts about what they could be talking about or what kind of a person this Joseph really is.

All that confusion later multiplied when the Garchomp's eyes darted towards the Riolu for a brief second. For all Jason knew it could have been just a coincidence that he should happen to look there. But that thought was quickly dismissed when even the Sceptile looked at his direction, seemingly staring at him in the eye. Jason prayed that the Sceptile was only taking a glance as if to gather his thoughts, but Joseph maintain eye contact. Jason felt a shiver crawl down his spine when Joseph said his goodbyes (which was the first sentence Jason was able to read) to the Garchomp then returned his gaze towards the Riolu and gave Jason a grin and a nod before leaving.

Disbelief hung over Jason's head because of what he saw. The two of them knew he was spying on them and now his mind is venturing on the several possibilities that the Sceptile and the Garchomp would become less friendly towards him. He hopes that those were nothing but his brain only being pessimistic, especially since the Sceptile promised that he'd meet with Jason later in the Academy. Jason wondered if he should go down there and meet with the Garchomp, at least apologize for 'accidentally' spying on their conversation with the defence that he didn't really understand anything.

And as cirmcumstance would have it, he could see a shining light from the Garchomp's direction. Taking a look through the binoculars, he could see that the Garchomp was signalling with a dagger, beckoning him to come over.

"Welp... here goes..." Jason said with a gulp as he put down the binoculars, dropped down from the roof and jogged towards the Garchomp. The cold night air brushed against him a bit stronger this time, given the speed of his jogging, the chill numbing his face, hands and feet. He pulled up his hood to help a bit and pocketed his hands, but now he wished he'd put on shoes or at least slippers, especially after his feet's touched the cold of the pavement.

Soon, Jason had arrived to where the Garchomp was, sitting on a bench, sipping on a cup of coffee. "Want one?" The Garchomp asked. "You seem rather cold there, and I wouldn't recommend running outside in your pajamas and barefoot... the jacket's a nice touch though."

"Well..." Jason panted, his breathing forming clouds of mist before him. "I didn't really expect that I'd be called like this... or..." he paused. "Um... sorry about spying on the two of you."

"No worries," the Garchomp said as he moved aside to give Jason space to sit next to him, to which the Riolu did. "we weren't talking about anything that you shouldn't know. Oh, and a tip: if you're going to spy on someone using binoculars, make sure you angle it so that you don't reflect light into their eyes."

"Was that how you found me?" the Riolu asked with a shivering chuckle.

"How I found you: yes." The Garchomp grinned before taking another sip of his coffee. "Joseph, however, has eyes and ears everywhere."

"And you're telling me this why?" Jason asked. "Shouldn't information like that remain secret?"

The Garchomp shook his head. "Not really. A lot of agencies say that. In the end, the criminals don't really know what to look for and how to prevent it. Also, we're allies aren't we? What harm is there in sharing?"

"True..." Jason mumbled. The cold was now getting to him, he was beginning to lose feeling in his feet and he was shivering badly. He thought that perhaps he could at least use his aura to warm his body. It never did take up too much of it to light himself on fire. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply and immediately he could feel his core temperature rising. He regained the feeling in his feet and no longer felt cold.

"I see you're enjoying yourself." The Garchomp was watching the Jason in his 'meditative' state.

"It doesn't have a euphoric sensation other than helping with the cold if that's what you mean." Jason replied.

"Alright." The Garchomp finished his coffee and set aside the cup. "Anyway, I'm sure you're still curious about what Joseph and I were talking about. And don't worry about being careful about what you say, Joseph knows, and told me, about how you spied on them yesterday and how you know that we're not from Avalon."

"So... I'm allowed to ask you questions about that?"

"Of course." The Garchomp assured. "But I will withhold information that aren't allowed to be discussed, for reasons that you probably know and must understand."

"Right..."