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In shock at anything in the quiet hallway, especially a camera, Sampson panicked and went over to the little robot, knocked it unconscious with a blow to the head and snatched it up in his arms before running back into the hallway where Delilah and the cloaked man awaited, mouths agape. She promptly questioned, "Why on earth did you do that?" Sampson replied, "I have no idea; I panicked." "...Looks like we have another addition to our group. He seems not too damaged," proclaimed the shrouded man. He then reached out with a harrumph and grabbed a small blinking red chip off of the little robot. "No more alert system," he said as he carefully placed the chip on the floor near them. They then snuck around the corner and scanned the passageway for more cameras. With none in sight, the group shuffled off stealthily through the halls.

A few seconds passed after his departure, and the two stared at each other before regaining their ability to speak. "A riddle," Delilah whispered to Sampson, "Why on earth is it a riddle?" The young man shook his head, "I have no idea, but it doesn't matter why. We just need to find it." With that, they silently tip-toed to the generator room and snuck through the door. Once inside they searched and searched for nigh on twenty minutes but could find no riddle. In frustration Sampson went over to the door and kicked it ferociously, slamming it shut and making the room pitch black. "What'd you do that for," Delilah angrily asked, "Wait, what are those lights on the door?" Sampson looked at the door and, to his surprise, symbols illuminated themselves clearly on its back. "They say.." Sampson read aloud, "Beepidi....Bactrun...Leviathor...In Bombur they thrive...Thermojen...Chipen...Noen...There existence celebrates...Nature's gift divine."
"Great, well what does that mean and how does it help us?"
"I don't know, Delilah. Let's just think about what it could mean or how it could help..."
"How it could help?! There aren't even any numbers in that whole thing! I'm sorry for yelling, but what else could that tell us? It's not like it even rhymes!.."
Sampson perked up, "What if it does rhyme though???" "Beepidi means three, Bactrun means one, Leviathor four, thrive five, Thermojen and Chipen and Noen ten? No seven seven and seven!, celebrates eight, divine nine! That makes sense. Okay so 3,1,4,5,7,7,7,8,9.." He repeated these numbers to himself as they opened the door and light poured in. He then promptly strutted over to the keypad and entered the code. Nothing happened. Sampson sat down in frustration, dropping Alphabot. When it collided with the floor, something clicked and the screen on its face flickered, and a light slowly started increasing in intensity from it. Before he knew it, Sampson was locking eyes with a small, robotic pokemon who now floated over to him and saw his upset expression. He then looked at the machine, and floated up to the keypad. After fiddling with it shortly, the generator groaned, and the noise coming from it dwindled. "Alpha!!" The small robot said and looked joyful now that Sampson's facial expression had changed to a more upbeat one. He had a hard time containing his gratitude for the little guy and hugged it accordingly. Then he saw a small gap in the wall had opened with the generator's shutdown. He walked over and inspected the gap. Sampson found an empty pokeball in the compartment, grabbed it and stared back at his new ally robot, who was nodding and grinning--well, as much as it could grin, anyway. Sampson moseyed back over and opened the ball at Alphabot. The ball fell and wiggled..once..twice..three times..and locked! Sampson was now the proud owner of an Alphabot and Delilah looked over from her daze. Puzzled, she asked, "Where did the little robot guy go?" Sampson laughed and sent out his new partner. Alpha!! Al al! And so began the wait for the arrival of the shrouded man. The longer they waited, the more suspicious they became, naturally.

((Sorry! I was trying to be finished before we saw you again! I also wanted to give the little fellow something that tied him to the story .))

The lights were off for the moment but they didn't know where to hide. Alphabot illuminated its finger and pointed to the bottom of the center of the generator. There was something there: a trap door! It would be a tight fit but the two ran over and crammed inside hurriedly and just as Alphabot closed the door behind them, a man entered through the door. There was a small crack in the trap door that let in just enough light for Sampson to peer out, but he couldn't get a look at the room's new occupant. Thus he thought to himself: Oh well, better safe than sorry. But who was it?

With the sharing of that mutual feeling, the two shared a quick locking of the eyes and Sampson pushed the trap door open and the duo sprung out. They then raced through the door until they came to the hallway division. They heard footsteps down the corridor that the shrouded ally had gone through and saw only two other passageways to choose from. One of which was the way back to their prior cell and therefore not an option. With only one choice left, they sprinted off down the hallway. Soon the corridor turned completely dark and only the echo of footsteps could be heard beside the slight panting of the two running young adults. They continued down the hallway until small, windowlike openings ran in a pattern down one side of the hallway until Delilah ran smack into a wall and Sampson stopped himself while catching her from her fall. Whispering to her whether or not she was okay, the lights flickered on and a door shut behind them, revealing a small room with blacked out/boarded over windows and a ladder in the style of those found in a sewer leading up to a manhole. The room was fittingly dank and damp and there were old pipe fixtures coming out of the wall on one side. Finally their eyes turned to a figure in the room near the just-shut door...

((Thank you so much!))

Delilah panicked and cowered into the arm of Sampson, scared and trembling. In a state of quasi-shock, Sampson began to think hurriedly of any way to make an escape. Inspiration struck him in the form of the first thought that appeared in his head: to send out Alphabot. He hit the button on the little ball and red light flashed out, forming into the little, floating robot body. In an adrenaline-fueled moment, Sampson yelled, "Alphabot, use Tackle!" The little bot burst forward into the chest of the crazy man and surprised him, knocking him back. Sampson grabbed Delilah and told her to run before he proceeded to follow up on his PKMN's attack by uppercutting the man. The man was knocked onto his back, splayed out and his "ember claws" had broken and shortcircuited. As they ran to the doorway and started down the hall, Alphabot had picked up some parts that had fallen off of the crazy man's equipment and began to adorn itself with them. Sampson recalled it in order to hurry their escape and, panting, sprinted away from the room.

The pair ran back the way they had entered the room looking for some way out or somewhere to go, occasionally ducking behind pillars and such to avoid detection by the sentry PKMN that were "patrolling" the halls. Delilah stopped abruptly somewhere along the way and looked down.
"Delilah, is something wrong," asked the young man puzzled.
"It's just--," she replied, "I was so scared back there when that Ember man was attacking us, but you protected me and let us escape. I just haven't thanked you for that and for avoiding detection earlier--"
"Aw, Delilah, it was my duty. I'm glad to do that for you. I mean of course I would rather us never having been in this situation to start with, but beggars can't be choosers. Anyhow, let's get back to that escape and you can thank me later, all right?" She nodded in reply, and they continued in their getaway.

The duo inwardly yelled (figuratively speaking), stifling their yelps of surprise. Immediately they were confused by the presence of the man; questions like "who was he," "how had they gotten themselves in such a difficult position," etc., etc. began racing through their minds.

Sampson, now officially possessing massive amounts of adrenaline coursing through his veins, somehow found a sense of bravery and demanded answers from the man, "Where are we? Who is that maniac on the other side of the door? AND WHERE IN GOD'S HOLY PRESENCE ARE MY POKEMON??? ...You better tell us." His sense of bravery had ignited the suppressed anger he had been harboring over the whole predicament of their capture, and he marched right up to the man's machine to grab what looked like a very important electrical plug.

At first amazed at the stroke of luck for the valiant strike of his partner, Sampson snapped out of it when he realized that they had a long way to go to defeat this aggressor, that is, IF they could. He glanced behind him to note the progress of the man moving his mechanical mystery prize, and he looked further away from completing his extraction than desirable. Then, a large chunk disappeared seemingly right through the wall. "What the??? Must be some sort of illusion! Man, if we ever get past this lunatic, we are heading straight for that thing," he thought to himself. After hearing a large clanging and chattering of teeth, the young trainer turned around puzzled toward the Ember-Man, and Delilah opened her eyes just long enough to behold the truly frightening sight of a mechanically-induced Fire Fang-esque visual. She immediately shut them again. "Neo," Sampson called out, "You ready to take a shot at this guy?" Virrr-vrrrrgh, the obedient cry devolved into a vicious growling. And so it began, the little mongoose PKMN dipped, dove, ducked, dodged and frustrated the heck out of his opponent, landing a glancing Quick Attack here and there and even managed to Copycat a few Fire Fangs on occasion. But just like the other four defenders before him, time and a more powerful opponent wore down his stamina. One time, the aggressor caught Neo by his tail and landed a severe bite on him, leaving scraping tooth-marks and minor burns. Driven by his passion for battle and love for his trainer, the Normal-type pushed on and continued the fight. On another occasion, the man caught Neo off guard and punted him into a nearby wall. The impact could be heard...and felt,,,across the room as the mongoose PKMN slid down and collapsed on the ground with the wall immediately surrounding his collision point crumbled into a pile of debris around him. In combination with his fatigue, he couldn't get up. Through the Virrgoose's eyes we see a maniacal grin followed by a gnashing of those metal jaws. Always defiant, Neo upsets the Ember-Man with his surprising lack of fear or respect. So the monster turned his attention to a new target: the trainers. He strode over to Sampson, who had tears welling in his eyes from the defeat of his companion. Athletic and strong, the young trainer was still no match for the war machine he was up against. The Ember-Man landed a few swift blows to the young man's abdomen and when he curled over in painful reaction, kneed him square in the jaw. Neo's trainer stumbled to keep his balance, but as the aggressor approached Delilah, he blocked the man's path.