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"What's happening over there?!" Cheng quickly asked as he broke into a sprint. If there was someone coming to his apartment, he needed to get back fast. Jiao was alone, in his apartment. He knew a three legged jolteon wasn't going to last long against gun wielding harvesters.

"Well, there are gang members coming up in the apartment elevator right now. They look like they're carrying guns. W-what kind of trouble have you brought here?! Why are they after you?!" The swampert quickly questioned him.

"I don't have time to answer your damn questions! Just... Find a way to stall them!" The lucario shouted as he sprinted as fast as he could. He wasn't about to let those harvesters rip her apart.

"Stall them?! How am I going to stall men with guns?" The swampert quickly yelled back.

"Do something! For fucksake, buy me a few seconds to get there. If they get into my apartment they are going to kill that jolteon and steal her fucking legs and eyes! Do you hear me?! Find a fucking way to stop them!" He yelled as desperation crept into his voice. He knew that if they weren't stopped, he wouldn't make it in time to stop them. The jolteon would be left to fight for her life.

"Shit... Not even a hundred credits are worth this... Alright, I've hacked into the elevator systems. The emergency breaks are on, they're stopped in their tracks. I bought you at least a few minutes." The swampert replied to him.

Hearing that brought him some relief, but that jolteon was still in danger. "Can you hide the jolteon in your apartment until I get back?"

"Yes, just get back soon! I don't want them to kick down my door!" The swampert nervously replied as he now cut the link with the lucario, and hurried towards the door.

A few minutes later...

"Mother fucking elevator. There is no way this was an accident, someone is trying to stop us from reaching that apartment." A sceptile angrily muttered as he played around with some of the wiring in the elevator. The sceptile wore smoke tinted ballistic goggles along with a gray hoodie. Over the hoodie was old outdated soft kevlar body armor. He wore black trousers, with the legs cut short to reveal his robotic shins and feet. Like the augmented limbs of most harvesters, the were mismatching, and clearly different brands. At the sides of his head, near his temples, there were rectangular strips of metal, revealing he had some sort of cranial augmentation. On the floor near him was his hurricane TMP-18. It was chambered in 9x19mm, which meant it accepted the most common round modern handguns are chambered in.

"Come on! Hurry up! By the time we get up there, they're gonna be dead from old age!" A male weavile angrily exclaimed. The weavile was a little different from the others. Nearly every part of his body had been modified from his head to his feet, but he was a lot picker when it came to augmentations. His legs looked like they were made of some kind of blackened, shiny metal. His right arm was also completely replaced, although the metal was more like shiny silver chrome instead of the blackened metal of his legs. His left arm appeared to be the only part of him that hasn't had work done on it. His chest and stomach had clearly been opened up at some point to have work done to it. His eyes were almost golden. If one were to get close enough to him, they could see small circular bands of electronic gold swirling around his irises. His spine was also completely swapped out for a metal one that was visible through his mostly fake skin. He appeared to have no visible weapons. Most of his augmentations were hidden away by his brown boots, his urban camouflage trousers, and his black vest. "Come on!" The weavile yelled.

There was another person in the elevator with them. It was an infernape dressed up in police old riot gear. He wore blue fire resistant trousers and a vest underneath the hardened black plastic shin guards, knee pads and thigh protectors. Like the armor of the sceptile, his soft body armor was made up of kevlar. His metal arms were left exposed. They looked quite bulky and ugly, with some wires still exposed. The looked as if they would be more at home in a dumpster rather than a living person. In his metal hands was an FR-27 SFR, a popular rifle of everyone from the army, to the gangs in the lowest places. When the elevator started moving again, and the doors opened up, he was the first one out, acting as their pointman. "Clear." He whispered.

All three walked out into an L shaped hallway. The walls were yellow, and the floor was covered with bright red carpets. There were two ways they could go, to the left, and straight ahead. The way to the left led to the front doors of three other apartments, as well as a stairwell, which they now wished they had taken. The way ahead led to the front doors of four other apartments. The one they wanted was right at the very end of the hallway. Carefully and quietly, they moved past the doors of the other apartments. Their eyes glanced over the numbers of the doors as they passed them. They passed doors three-zero-three, three-zero-four, and three-zero-five.

"It's three-zero-six that we want." The weavile told the other two as they made their way to the door right at the very end of the hallway.

The infernape stood in front of the door they wanted. He tried the door handle, but the door appeared to be locked. "Stand back, a little fire power should sort the lock out." The infernape told them both as he took aim at the door handle. It was then a long gunshot rang out, but it didn't come from his gun. The infernape lived long enough to see his own brains splattering against the door he was facing before dropping to the ground, dead.

The sceptile and weavile quickly looked back in time to see Cheng, the lucario standing there with a pistol in his hands. The sceptile quickly raised his TMP, but the lucario got two more shots off. The first one struck the sceptile's chest, right where his heart would be. However, the old kevlar armor caught the bullet, and stopped it from entering his body. The force of the bullet however felt like a big hard punch. The second bullet entered his shoulder, shredding through his flesh and breaking through bone. The pain he felt was immense as he stumbled back, and dropped to one knee. However, with his other arm, he took aim, and pulled the trigger.

Cheng quickly stepped back behind the wall, taking cover as the bullets flew past him, striking the wall he hid behind as well as the elevator the harvesters came from. "Is that all you have?!" He yelled out.

The sceptile grunted as he stood back up, and looked around. The weavile was gone. Did he run away? But there was no where to run away. He was stuck in this hall with nothing to hide behind. He needed to find some cover. He walked over to a nearby door, and started banging on it with the grip of his gun. "Open the fucking door! I need help!" He yelled before then taking a step back, and firing three rounds straight at the door handle. He then kicked the door open, only to see a jolteon standing there, the same one he was sent to kill. He hardly got a chance to react as a sharp strong jolt of electricity was sent through his body. It caused every muscle in his body to tense up, far beyond what it normally would. This caused him to involuntarily squeeze the trigger, emptying his gun straight into the floor. He dropped to the floor, his muscles squeezing every bone in his body until they began to bend, and eventually snap. He screamed and screamed until there was no air left in his lungs to scream any more. That was when the jolteon jumped on top of him, and bit right into his neck, her sharp teeth cutting the veins and causing the blood to come spraying out.

The lucario looked around the corner, seeing the three legged jolteon chewing on the sceptile's neck. Something was wrong though, that weavile was nowhere to be seen. Cheng quickly activated his smart vision, but that weavile was nowhere to be seen in the hallway, or in any of the rooms nearby. He turned off his smart vision and turned around, just in time to see that weavile decloaking, and jumping right at him. By the time the lucario knew what was happening, it was already too late. The weavile grabbed the lucario by the shoulder with one hand, while his other augmented arm soon shifted into a different form. A long two foot blade which was then plunged straight into the lucario's chest, and out of his back.

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Author's note: Will Cheng survive this? Or will he die? It wouldn't be the first time I have killed off the main character. :3 You will just have to find out what happens in the next chapter! As always, have to thank Zarfy and BigBossSonic for taking a look at this and checking it for mistakes. :)