Kapitel 537: LOG 96: Not a Big Problem but still a Problem!
"Logan, are all of you outside? Well, I don't see anyone anymore except for rambling grunts."
"When you mean MOAB, you mean mother of all bombs right?"
"Yes."
"So, either way, we die?"
My pupils bulged. "Holy smokes! Wrong! Wrong! You have to be outside the diameter of the incoming impact."
"What?" he exclaimed. "We're all doomed to die! There's not enough. Only limited have flying Pokemon."
"You still got a minute."
"I admire your optimism."
"I... Er... Admire Team Rocket and..."
"No, Luna, you can't do this to us right now. Just once, do something not for Team Rocket!"
"I can escape... and then..."
"Luna, do that and you're no different to that selfish Ghetsis! Your Zekrom can destroy that MOAB in a straight course for us."
If I did what is right whereas Madam Boss is listening, I'm out and fired. If I did what is wrong, I'm saved. Thinking of a decision was difficult with Logan's persuasion and with me bearing in mind Madam Boss can listen to all of our conversations.
Zekrom and I flew at the direction of the MOAB. The sight of the projectile was pleasing for me as I uttered a sigh of relief. The stakes aren't that high after all. Madam Boss had probably announced a mistake or sent the wrong one by accident.
"Don't panic," I told Logan. "It's a TC-S34 MOAB model."
"It's still the same thing!"
"Yes, but with a lesser amount of damage. It's a prototype. Such aren't loaded with whatever particle or atomic gibberish at max. It's only one fourth, if my calculations are exact."
"So, we aren't going to die?"
"Nope! Not today."
I let the MOAB, or in terms I could say it was more a missile similar to the one that broke the space station apart. From afar, Team Plasma didn't care. Their ideology was at utmost importance to them.
"I trust you on this one, Luna!"
"Honors all mine. Happy New Year!"
The missile collided at the middle of the arena and its smoke wrapped not more than an inch away from the castle. Anything away from it was considered in a safe zone.
A bit of debris injured a few people including Clay. Hey? If there's something, they're lucky they were only wounded.
"You breathin' there?"
"... Phew. You killed both N and Ghetsis, I think," Logan stared at the fire continuing to succumb.
I let out a laugh. "They were like children fighting over a candy anyway. Some revolution they started."
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