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The offensive prepares to go to war. Kyle must assemble a defensive before it's too late… and everyone's willing to enlist.
Set in Stone
Chapter 9: Crux of the Eleventh Hour
It took us two days to examine Troy's thoughts thoroughly. Near the final moment, we had interpreted the plan to specific detail, and were able to come up with a perfect counterstrike. By dawn on October 30, we had come up with Operation Pfs-33B.
Basically, our plan was one involving a tactical resetting of every aspect of Troy's, neutralizing his damage before he could inflict it. After analyzing each view from every angle, we discovered that it was quite possible to execute our counterstrike, and in turn, we decided on the final specs for its one and only runthrough.
"He's going to start with us, here in Newport Beach. At 9:04 AM, we have to meet him up front, here, where I will take him on personally. The backups will surround the square while I engage in combat with him. Once he tries to make a move, we attack. He can't get past the human wall I'm building."
None of these events would happen today.
"Are you sure you want to risk your life? I mean, he's not the average man… he's something else, man."
"Yes… something else. But I've tangled with him before. Besides, I've got something on my side he'll never be able to match." I referred to the Mark again.
"Good point… you're not the average man yourself."
I found the plan to be too simple, and bound to fail, but I never worked well under such extreme stress, and Varis was always the uninventive type. Accepting our confusion, we split at dawn.
During school that day, everyone was abuzz about the signs of our coming doom. The electrical storms that had been hovering overhead for the past few days were intensifying as they continued on. Many soothsaying faculty and distraught students had claimed to have seen demons in the sky. Some claimed to have had lucid dreams in which they encountered gigantic hourglasses that were rapidly running empty.
But the biggest topic was me. The one who had given the first expository press conference just days earlier. The only collected, cool, and calm soul in the uneasy crowd.
Undoubtedly, some had heard about the Mark of Palkia; I had told Varis about its powers, and he, in turn, had told a few Pokégeeks about it. The news spread like wildfire around campus, and now here I was the talk of the entire town.
To them, I was a mystery, an enigma. My purpose was still unclear to them. But I knew, Derrick knew, Varis too, that I was justice. I would bring down Troy, the destroyer of worlds.
Lightning crashed in the sky as I rose to a pedestal in front of the library.
"Speech!" the crowd rang out.
And a speech I gave.
"Estancia High students! Tomorrow is our reckoning! I have seen the future, and it is not a pleasant vision. Fire is set to pour down upon us all! The towers, those we have spent such time, money, and labor on erecting, will shatter and crumble to the ground!"
Shifting from preacher to colonel mode, I struck the crowd's pride cords with this segment:
"But there is still hope! With your enthusiasm and effort, we can fight back! We can win! Bring forth your inner demons and revolt! Unleash the power of truth and justice, and bring whatever weapons you have to hold the darkness back! Tomorrow is Halloween! Dress up in costumes! Masks! Outfits! Protect, with me, the future of this world, of yourselves. Remember that if you are killed, if you end, the world ends with you!"
Applause rippled across the crowd. I could tell they were ready for battle. But would we all be enough?
Only time would tell.
By that afternoon, Kip had grown into a level 38 Swampert. Pidgeotto had grown to level 32, Ralts into a level 40 Gardevoir, and the rest were being treated to a relaxing day off. I now had two eager legions ready to take down Troy and restore the universe to its rightful order. Things were going just right.
But still, I worried. What if my plan were to fail? Maybe I was being too cocky about the whole thing... Troy had strung up innocent bystanders by their necks without breaking a sweat. It would follow as such that he could do the same to these poorly defended students!
But I had to try. Something inside me was pushing for victory. Something inside knew that even in failure, this plan could be turned around to our advantage...
Regardless of the cost.