Hey there, this fic is the new and (hopefully) improved version of Re: Through a Medabot's Eyes. I hope you'll once again take the time to read it. :)

Reviews are welcome!

Disclaimer: I don't own Medabots in any way shape or form. That being said, I'd rather not get sued.

The lone figure standing at a distance watched the two kids duel their Medabots against each other fiercely.

He tipped his cap downwards. Anyone passing by him would've considered him a shady character with his rather strange behavior. However they didn't bother him as he didn't appear to be doing anything wrong.

He watched as one of the Medabots, a beetle type, took down the other with practiced ease. The opponent surrendered before anymore damage could be inflicted. What a wimp.

The boy, who was somewhat chubby, searched for the ejected medal on the dusty ground. The victor seemed a little arrogant when talking to the other boy before a girl and her Medabot joined them.

The man pulled out his cellphone and punched in several numbers before holding it over his ear. "Isis. I got the target in my sights. Proceed with the plan?"

He frowned when she answered. "No! Are you crazy, Ex? You're not taking him in broad daylight!"

He sighed, "what do you take me for, Isis? A rookie? Don't make fun of me. Now should I do this or not?"

Ex heard her exhale on the phone, "very well - proceed."

Once Ex ended the call, he glanced towards the spot and saw that the kids had disappeared.

He looked around wildly until he saw the last of the group walk over a bridge into the city. He followed them casually, making sure he paused to look through windows of various stores. Ex saw them head into a little store and start a conversation with a young man at the cash register.

"C'mon, Ginkai! Pay it up! You lost!" Ikki crowed.

Ginkai scowled. "Fine! You don't need to remind me for tenth time!"

"Aw, come on, I didn't bug ya that much." Ikki replied.

"Actually you did - I was keeping count." Arc-Dash grumbled and folded his arms, still miffed that he lost. All that trash talk sure went out the window.

"Okay, okay, but it doesn't change the fact that you still owe me." Ikki smirked while they both groaned.

"One butterscotch pudding comin' right up." Henry suddenly appeared with the said item in hand. After serving drinks to Erika and Ginkai, he asked, "so, did anything interesting happen today?"

Ginkai could be seen in tears shaking his empty wallet in the distance.

"Eh, the usual." Ikki answered breezily.

"And something tells me you're the victim?" Henry chuckled and looked at Ginkai.

"Hmph."

"Something tells me that either Ikki's getting stronger or Ginkai's just getting plain weak." Erika teased.

"One of these days I'll win!" The boy protested, scowling at her.

"Keep telling yourself that," Ikki remarked as he put his hands behind his head lazily.

"Ikki, you might want to tone the confidence down a little." Henry cautioned. "Or do we need to have another talk?"

Ikki frowned, "come again?"

"You and Metabee make a great team, sure, and plenty of confidence is great, but too much of it is bad. You need to find a happy medium, like, um, Space Medafighter X!" Henry looked suspiciously too proud.

"Yeeeaaahhh, I'll remember it the next time we robattle." Ikki said.

Henry, Erika, and Ginkai all facepalmed. "Did you even get the point of that, Ikki?" Erika asked wearily, rubbing her temples.

"Of course I did! I'm not a dummy!" Ikki snapped defensively. "Besides, Space Medafighter X is old news. We haven't heard from him in a year or two."

"Or the Phantom Renegade - because ya know those two are the same," Metabee poked his head around an aisle.

Erika leaned over the counter, "...are you okay, Henry?"

Henry was rocking back and forth with a traumatized expression. "...Old news?..."

Erika slowly leaned back, "...I'll just leave you alone."

Metabee shrugged and went back to looking at a magazine he'd been reading.

Ikki's eyes casually scanned the store, his eyes coming to rest on the newly stocked shelf of Medaparts by the window. He suddenly caught movement in his peripheral vision; he focused closer and caught a figure of a man just... standing there. Maybe he was window shopping, Ikki assumed.

But, it seemed he wasn't really focused on the new parts. In fact, it almost seemed like...

"Hey, Ikki, come on! We've got to go home!" Erika called.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm coming. See ya, Henry!" Ikki dashed out of the store with his friends and started up the road back to their homes, failing to notice someone trailing after them.

Ex ducked into an ally when the little group came out of the building. When he heard footsteps receding from his spot, he quickly looked around before pursuing them, being careful not to lose them in the overwhelming crowd.

After a few minutes of jostling and slight pushing, Ex approached a quieter neighborhood and heard lively chatter from the kids and their 'Bots. He carefully turned a corner and saw Ikki and Metabee separate from their companions. After they left, Ex walked up to Ikki's house and looked up at the light spilling through the curtains of the home.

"A lot less complicated now that I know where he lives, but the problem would be his Medabot - he needs to go," Ex murmured.

He quickly ruled out a few things he could do, knowing that he could hurt the boy - he needed him alive and unharmed. Ex suddenly clenched his fist as an idea came to him, but it would require a couple of things.

With the dusk approaching rapidly, Ex turned on his heel and started retracing his steps, all the while pulling out his cell phone, "Isis, I'm returning to base, got an update about this mission."

"Alright, just give me a few details now."

"I know where the boy lives. The only problem would be his Medabot. It would definitely blow me away if I tried anything."

"It's rather obivious, Ex. Keep following them and learn their patterns. Try springing a trap when they least expect it, or, to put it simply, go after the Medabot first and try to access his medal. No medal-"

"No Medabot. I'm quite familiar with how Medabots work!" Ex impatiently snapped.

"No need to yell, I'm not deaf," Isis stated calmly.

"I'm on my way to base."

"Just make sure you fill out a report when you get back."

"You don't need to nag me, Isis."

"You think I like nagging? The last few times you 'forgot' to submit a few reports of your mission, you got into trouble and I had to rescue you," Isis responded irritably.

"Whatever... Look, I only called so you can get an update on the mission, not for me to get lectured like a little kid!"

"Well, if you weren't being a remarkable idiot like usual then we wouldn't be having this conversation, now would we?" Isis replied coolly.

"Hmph. As I said, I'm on my way back. I'll give you full details when I come." Without waiting for a reply, Ex sharply ended the call and continued walking.

He noticed the twilight color of the sky and quickened his pace; there was nothing he hated more than walking in the dark. He remembered getting lost and it took him several hours till he'd gotten back to base. He was still expected to do his job the following day.

Speaking of jobs, Ex thought back on his mission. 'Why are we after a kid? I would understand if it were a prime minister or something, but a twelve-year-old? What could he possibly have that the boss wants so badly?'

Ex knew something was special if his orders were to 'escort' Ikki by all means necessary to the base. What was he supposed to know anyway? He was just a mid-ranking field agent. He couldn't care less what would happen to the kid; he was just another job to complete after all.

After walking a few miles, Ex was stepping through a barely used trail that was overgrown with weeds. He reached some abandoned ruins, the one he knew the infamous (and ridiculous) Rubberrobo Gang possessed once. He lightly slid his hands along the rough wall, muttering under his breath when it took more than several minutes to reach the hidden switch. He never could tell the difference between the wall and the switch's location.

Ex finally found the pressure tile and pushed it, watching as the floor suddenly gave way to a staircase instead of the stupid slide thankfully. When it finished shifting, Ex deemed it safe and started descending the stone steps.

He reached a bare hallway and walked to his room, intent on finally finishing those neglected reports. "I have to submit a report for everything," Ex complained quietly.

He stood in front of the door that led to his room and entered the password, waiting for a second or two for the door to open. "What do we even do with those things anyway?"

The man tiredly hung his hat and cloak and made his way towards his bed. However, just when he was finally getting comfortable, his phone chose that moment to ring very loudly.

"Oh come on! Can't a guy get a little sleep around here?" Ex growled as he stumbled towards his cloak, he looked at the caller id. "Oh no..." He groaned and flipped the screen up.

"Ex, where are you? I've been waiting for a long least you could have done was let me know you weren't going to bother coming at all! I wasted all that time I could have spent doing something constructive," Isis barked angrily.

"Chill, Isis, I was held up. Besides, you can't wait two hours?"

"You were sleeping again, weren't you?" She asked, unimpressed.

"...I was about to."

"For the love of-! Just get down here before I come up there!"

"Okay - fine - I'll be there in a minute." Ex ended the call, sighed, and threw on a white lab coat. He might as well see what Isis wanted or he'll never hear the end of it. Or see the light of day for about a week. He had to find a way to block her number...

Yes, bad ending, I know, but I couldn't find anywhere else to end it. I know this didn't have very much of Ikki and co., but you'll see them more in the next chapter.

I hope this was a better version than my previous attempt - this thing surprisingly took forever to write. -_-'

Signed,

Winterbornbree

(Edited: 5/10/2017)