PART 1: THE BEGINNING OF THE END “Smock! We need more 45’s and 26’s!” a man of about 26 shouted from his work desk. “SMOCK!” “Be right there!” a teenager shouted back. He appeared to be about 19 with short cropped jet black hair with a white streak, running from mid scalp to forehead, from where he had burned the pigment out of his hair when he accidently caught it on fire when trying to remove a fuel line with OUT checking to make sure it was empty, or that the spark plug was out, or the keys were in and turned into the ON position. He had a small goatee growing and he looked like he had just shaved a mustache. He was of a tough build, but not brute style, no he was well rounded large forceps and triceps leading to pectorals toughened from many years of an intense physical life-style from there a natural six-pack to tough thighs and strong legs. He stood 6 foot even, despite his size he was incredibly silent when he needed to be. If you had to describe his build in one word it would be assassin. His name was Cameron smock Ex-staff sergeant of Blackwatch/black ops Cameron smock. Not staff sergeant anymore...no...He gave up that title when the resistance and Blackwatch flags failed to fly above the kanto capital building. The day the Seaventh Sons flag flew high above the burning nation. Back to the situation at hand. “What is just so important this has to wait” the 26 year old was in the door way. He stood about 6’5” and he also had an assassins build only much stronger in all areas. His name was Louis Maxwell. Or max to friends, to bad out here all they had….was each other. “What’cha got there bud?” he questioned. “It’s a crystal radio….hopefully” the teen replied. “Haven’t seen one of these in….quite some time…we can listen to it later first I need you to go get some parts.” “Sure thing what parts?” he answered while strapping on his tech. Tech is slang for the device they wear around their forearms when they go out for parts. It is about five inches long and is circular you can pop open a compartment at the top and it holds the basic kit. 5 Allen wrenches 5 screwdrivers a flashlight and in the inside of the part that opens is a numbers list of the corresponding parts. “Two 45’s five 26’s and one 50” “Alright I am heading out” he said strapping his pack to his back and clipping the M-16 in its place “Take your gun” “I always do” the teen said picking up his P-90 and slipping his signature side arm in its holster. A colt .45 painted all black with three jagged lines in the handle from where it had been slashed. Cameron stepped outside and turned back to look at the little half house half trailer they lived in and then around at the scene in front of him. It looked like a post apocalyptic wasteland the climate only added to this look. Here it was like mother nature couldn’t decide there was always a light frost making the grass stiff and crunchy, and you could always see your breath…but all you needed was a sweatshirt (or in this case light casual looking body armor) and a beanie (with a colts horseshoe). Everywhere there was nothing but destroyed cars, tanks, HMMWVs, trucks you name it. They didn’t live in a junkyard, no far from it they lived in a place now known as sierra delta the place of the last stand in Johto. Up near silver cave. As civilians attempted to flee resistance/ Blackwatch forces attempted to prevent the seveanth sons from breaching into kanto….they failed. But anyway, Cameron looked through the wreckage. ‘Ok 45’s let’s see…..ah number 25 fuse from a truck………….found a truck let’s have a look ‘see ’ Cameron opened the fuse box. “Hallelujah there are THREE come here you little*errrrrrrrrrYA!* gotcha three little…oh ones burned out damn it. Ah well. Next five 26’s spark plugs?” *crunch* Cameron spun around gun raised aiming down the sights. The one good thing about this climate, nobody could sneak up on you. However the Pokémon up here would A.O.S (attack on sight) The footsteps faded away. “Whoo” Cameron let out the air. He had been holding his breath. 5 hours later 5 long hours late all he needed was one more part by this time it was dark and he had switched to his trusty M-16 with flashlight. He was in the process of removing the final piece. The crankshaft of a LRT. Light recon vehicle when he heard someone say “Face it we’re lost” Cameron hit the ground turned off his light and crawled to the edge of a small hill overlooking a small dip and two people. He recognized one. “Sara?” END OF PART ONE. Back in the saddle… for real this time! Whole new series. All others on hold till done with this.