"Wow," Ray gasped, amazed by what he saw, "Look at the cafeteria!"

As the rest of Team Lads and Team Gents stepped out of the underbrush, they saw what Ray was talking about, the entire dining hall was leaning at an almost thirty degree angle, cracks covering all walls.

"Holy shit!" Geoff exclaimed, "It looks like something out of a Modern Art museum or something!"

"Yeah," Michael agreed, nodding his head slowly, "Hey, what does that sign above the door say?" Geoff aimed his rifle, and read the sign using the scope.

"Building clear-out," Geoff read slowly, "Must move all supplies from building immediately."

"So wait," Ray asked, "Does that mean free food?" As soon as the words had left his mouth, he was almost bowled over by a large orange streak making a bee-line for the cafeteria.

"Nope!" Geoff laughed, watching the large figure race into the hall. "That means free food! Come on guys; let's go get Jack before he fills up our room with potato chips or something."

The two teams took off towards the hall, not wanting to miss a moment of the hilarity.

"Guys!" Headmaster Burns yelled as he stood at the front of the hall, trying to grab the attention of the students and professors running around the hall frantically, grabbing every last piece of food they could, "Everybody stop!" Everybody immediately stopped, turning to look at Burnie, their eyes wide.

"Alright!" He yelled, clearing his throat and pointing to a large metal locker to his left, "This is mine! Do not touch it! Also, this is going to occupy me for the rest of the day. So, just, go do whatever, I don't care."

The riot of students and staff went back to frantically running around the room, cheering for a day off.

"Welp," Lindsay laughed, watching Ray zip past and out the door, somehow finding an entire armful of tortilla chip bags no-one had claimed, "What should we do now we have the rest of the day off?"

"How about we go into Vale for the rest of the day?" Ryan suggested, smirking to all of his friends, "I have a great idea for something fun to do."

"Nice one Ryan," Lindsay nodded, the rest of their teams nodding in agreement, "This is gonna be awesome!"

"I was ready for anything," Lindsay faltered, a catch in her throat, "but nothing could have prepared me for this." She swallowed deeply, trying to hold back the tears, "I- I can't do this."

"Yes you can," Ryan whispered, lying down next to her, "Just take the shot."

There Lindsay was, lying flat on her stomach atop a high ledge; rifle pointed in front of her, aimed at a man's head. But this was not just any man, this was Michael. This was her boyfriend.

"Do it," Ryan hissed, obviously getting impatient, "He's the last one left, take the damn shot!"

"I can't do it Ryan," Lindsay whimpered, her eyes starting to blur, "I just can't do it!"

"I will shoot you myself if you don't take this shot Lindsay," Ryan hissed angrily, his voice loudening as he pulled a small firearm from his belt and held it to her head.

"Take, the damn, shot."

Holding her breath, grasping the rifle's grip, and trying not to look, she began tightening her grip on the trigger.

"Goodbye Michael," Lindsay whimpered, tears forming in her eyes.

A loud buzzer sounded, followed by a booming voice over a loudspeaker.

"Okay everybody," the surprisingly nasally and depressing sounding voice thundered, "Weapons down. The final scores are; Red team, two kills. Blue team, three kills. Blue team wins, congratulations."

A muffled voice came from behind Lindsay and Ryan, from somewhere outside the fenced off area they were in.

"Go blue team!" It sounded as if the voice said, followed by a loud thump and squeal, like someone had been punched in the groin.

"Woohoo!" Ryan exclaimed, jumping up from next to Lindsay and throwing his fists in the air, catching Michael's attention, "Man, Laser Tag is intense!"

"Wow," Michael said in surprise, staring up at the pair, "How did you guys even get up there?"

"Oh," Ryan grinned evilly down at Michael, "We have our ways."

"What was that loud squeal?" Lindsay asked, blinking away the last of her tears before getting up and looking over her shoulder, "Was it Gavin?"

"You mean the scream?" Michael asked, listening intently as ooh's and ahh's of pain came from somewhere out of sight, "Yup, that's Gavin, and by the sounds of it he got hit in the dick, pretty hard."

"Did Geoff do it?" Lindsay asked, taking off her helmet. Michael listened for a second, before nodding his head.

"Yeah, sounds like it."

As Ryan helped Lindsay down from their perch, conveniently just out of sight of Michael, Michael began collecting their weapons. Ryan and Lindsay took off their sensor-covered vests and helmets, and put them in a pile on the table outside the entrance to the arena as they left.

"That was a weird chamber," Ryan said as he looked back into the fenced off area, just in time to watch the exit door snap shut, "Everything was painted black and it was all weird asymmetrical shapes and shit jutting out of the ground, no holes to hide like in the other rooms." Michael and Lindsay nodded in agreement as the trio began climbing a flight of stairs to a viewing area. When the entered the room they were met with the applause of their five friends, all except for Gavin, who was rolling around on the ground, holding his crotch.

"Great game guys," Gavin whimpered hoarsely but gloatingly, trying to stand up, "We won!"

"Gavin," Michael sighed, staring irately down on him, "Just because you were on the winning team with Lindsay, Ryan and Jack doesn't mean you can gloat, you died first for fuck's sake!"

"Yeah, so?" Gavin smiled, stretching his legs and exhaling heavily, "It still means we beat you, Geoff, Ray and Caiti!"

"Oh that's bull, shit!" Michael shouted, "First off, Geoff is hung over, Caiti hasn't played before, and Ray fell asleep!"

"That I did," Ray nodded, causing everyone except Michael to burst into a fit of laughter.

"Oh yeah guys," Michael said sarcastically, "That's so fuckin' funny! Come on; let's get the fuck outta this place." The pack of friends, still laughing hysterically, headed towards the door and disappeared down the stairs, Gavin limping close behind, leaving only Lindsay and Michael in the room.

"Are you okay?" Lindsay asked Michael, turning to face him, "You seem pretty annoyed."

"Nah," Michael sighed, turning to face Lindsay, noticing her red eyes as she sniffled quietly into a tissue "Gavin is a sore loser and a sore winner, there's no helping that son-of-a-bitch. Hey, are you feeling okay? Your eyes are a little bit-"

"I'm- I'm fine," Lindsay smiled, shoving the tissue into her pocket, "I'm great actually. It's just, when we were out there, in the arena, I could've shot you, for almost an entire minute, but I didn't. I know that we were only playing laser tag, but the sheer thought of me doing anything to hurt you, it- it just made me freeze up, you know?"

"So what're you saying?" Michael asked; eyes wide.

"Well," Lindsay looked down, twiddling her thumbs awkwardly, "I know neither of us has said it yet, and I don't know if it's weird for me to say it first, but, I think I love you." Michael smiled and brought Lindsay into a tight hug, his tattooed arms holding her close.

"I love you too," he whispered, before kissing her on the cheek.

"Well isn't that sweet," Gavin chuckled, leaning against the door frame, Michael and Lindsay's moment of intimacy violently ripped apart, "Can you two get a move on, we need to get back to Beacon, I don't know about you, but I do not want to spend a detention with team Blaze."

Grabbing their bags from the rack next to them, locking hands, and smiling to each other, Michael and Lindsay ran for the door, Gavin once again limping behind.

"What the fuck!" Michael roared, his face turning red, "Where the fuck is my car?"

"Are you sure this is the right spot?" Lindsay asked, looking around the parking garage.

"Yes I'm fucking sure!" He yelled back over his shoulder, staring at a small puddle of water in the now empty parking spot, "Every week, Gavin and I used to come into town here and park in this very spot, go do the shit we had to do, and then come back, to this very spot. And now, my car is fucking gone, what the fuck! God, fucking, dammit!"

Lindsay noticed Michael starting to breathe extraordinarily heavily, and knowing what was about to happen, she rushed to his side.

"Michael!" She yelled as she ran up behind him and grabbed his shoulders, twisting him around to face her. "Michael," she whispered as she started into his already deep-red eyes, "calm down, I'm here Michael, everything is okay, don't worry, we'll find your car, and it'll be like it never happened. It'll be just fine." Michael began breathing more steadily, his facial expression softening the longer he looked at Lindsay.

"How about this," Lindsay suggested; her voice soothing to Michael's ears, "we contact the Vale police department, we tell them what happened, and then, instead of being normal human beings, we track down your car and beat the absolute shit out of whoever stole it. Does that sound good?"

"Y- Yeah," Michael stuttered, shaking out the last of his anger. As he opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted by the sound of Gavin slumping to the floor.

"Ha-HA!" Gavin squeaked, struggling to speak, "Someone stole your car!" Gavin continued with his maniacal laughing, his purple shirt becoming dirtier and dirtier as he rolled around.

"Jesus Christ," Michael sighed, turning back to Lindsay and shaking his head, "Can I just beat the absolute shit out of him instead?"

Lindsay laughed, trying to think about who would steal Michael's car, and then something hit her.

"Oh shit!" She exclaimed, shoving her hands into her hair, "All of our weapons were in the back!" Gavin immediately stopped laughing and sat up, eyes wide.

"Oh no!" he shouted, "My quiver was in there!"

"Yeah," Michael said matter-of-factly, "so was your bow. What is so damn important about your quiver recently Gavin?"

"Wha-?" Gavin stuttered, quickly thinking of an answer, "Oh uhh, the arrows! They're, uhh, special! Yes, they explode! Very expensive, uhh, Yeah!"

"Well anyway," Lindsay interrupted, diverting her team's attention to the fire escape "we've got to get a move on and find Michael's car, come on guys!" She began jogging towards the fire escape before she stopped and realised something.

"Wait a minute," She said to herself, turning to face Michael and Gavin, "Where's Ray?" Lindsay did not go unanswered for long, because as soon as Gavin and Michael moved towards her, she found Ray.

There he was, sitting down in the middle of the parking lot floor, legs spread apart in front of him like a toddler, staring down at his scroll with a pair of headphones in his ears.

"Hey Ray!" Michael yelled, catching his attention, "What're you doing?"

"Dude!" Ray yelled, jumping up and running over to them, "There's a sick car-chase happening in Vale right now, I'm streaming it on my scroll."

"Ray?" Michael asked, the gears in his head turning, "What colour is the car?"

"It's Diamond Blue," Ray replied, not taking his eyes from the screen, "kind of like yours actually, pretty nice."

"Oh, okay," Michael said, nodding his head in thought, "Ray? What is the car's license plate?"

"Hold up," Ray said quickly, holding up his hand, "Let me check, the reports." Ray tapped a few buttons on his scroll and then pointed to the screen.

"According to this, the plate is, uhh, zero, zero, Mogar."

"Oh, that's just fuckin' great," Michael said irately, clenching and un-clenching his fists, "First stolen, now this? God dammit!"

"Hey, the plate is pretty awesome!" Ray laughed, "You should've got that one Michael!"

Michael simply sighed and shook his head, staring down at his feet.

"Permission to fucking murder every one of you guys?" Michael asked, still rather annoyed.

"Come on you guys," Lindsay butted in, "Let's just go already." Lindsay, Michael and Gavin began heading for the stairs, Ray only noticing his friend's departure as he raised his head to speak.

"Apparentl-, hey guys?" Ray yelled, shoving his scroll and headphones into his pocket and racing after them, "Guys? Where are you going? Michael?" He paused, "Where the hell is your car?"

Michael turned and attempted to slap Ray in the face, only for Ray to dodge and make Michael hit Gavin, square on the nose.

"Oww," Gavin exclaimed, rubbing his face, "You could've just told me to go fuck myself Michael."

"Sorry," Michael muttered, not in the mood for apologising, "Let's go catch up with my car. Ray, where were they last time you checked?"

"Well," Ray laughed, happy with his self-named 'Ninja Skillz' and checking his scroll, "Wait a minute. It says they're heading this way!"

"Really?" the group yelled in surprise, looking at each other excitedly, "Oh this is perfect!"

Determined look plastered on their faces, Team Lads took off down the fire escape, not wanting to miss Michael's car. As Michael jumped down flight after flight, one thought ran through his mind.

"Mogar is ready."

Author's Note:

Ayyyyah! Welcome back everyone, to the newest instalment to the story!

How are you all doing today? Peachy? Marvellous!

Anyway…

Mogar is ready guys! You know what that means! It means BEARS! And what an interesting title?

(Baby don't hurt me...)

If you have any ideas for the story, feel free to post them in the reviews section, who knows what Michael/Mogar might do?

Who knows, it might be up to you!

I would actually like to hear your thoughts on this chapter everyone, I don't know about you, but I wasn't as pleased with it as I wanted to be, so please, tell me what you think by posting a review!

So yeah, this chapter was irritating, a lack of sleep not contributing to the overall quality of the chapter, but I tried my best nonetheless. I've noticed I haven't been sleeping as much as I really need to, so, as always, I'm gonna go catch a few Z's.

In a while of course.

Welp, reading a few FanFics right now sounds good!

Thanks for reading Team Lads, Team Gents and Pimponia Tower! Make sure to stay tuned every Thursday/Friday, and I'll see you next time!

P.S.

I'm still in the air…