"Johanson. We had a reservation for Johanson." Jessie was so excited to spend a night in a fancy hotel. They were getting tired of always camping out and they decided they deserved a treat.

"Good evening Mrs. Johanson. We have a luxury one bedroom suite reserved for you and your husband this evening." The friendly clerk handed them a key.

"We're- umph." James was about to protest when Jessie elbowed him. They may not relish the idea of sharing a bed, but beggars couldn't be choosers, and the clerk was clearly under the impression that they were a wealthy married couple.

"We're very tired and ready for a good night sleep!" Jessie turned on her fake charm. Whenever they impersonated someone, James always said something stupid to tip everyone off. It was so irritating.

Once they were in their room, Jessie and James took off their disguises. Jessie had been dressed like a business woman. She took down her hair but left her glasses on. Those she actually needed. No one other than James knew that she usually wore contacts.

James had been wearing huge round sunglasses and a blue neru jacket. He folded his clothes neatly, then continued to fold Jessie's which had been thrown carelessly on the floor. They changed right in the sitting room without a care. After spending so much time together, changing in front of one another was commonplace.

"You didn't tell me the Johanson reservation was for a one bedroom." Jessie said as she brushed her long red hair.

"Hey I didn't know! All I knew was that two rich people were supposed to be spending the night here but had to run off. I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity."

"Hm." Jessie calmly walked to the bed and flopped down on it. Well James you're just going to have to make yourself comfortable on that couch aren't you?"

"Hmpf. I don't think so!" James ran over and dove on to the bed beside her "Move it sister!" then proceeded to shove her off the bed.

"Well." Jessie was indignant. But she was in a forgiving mood. "I'm going to get some actual shampoo because this hotel crap just isn't cutting it. And you had better he all settled on the COUCH when I get back!"

"Whatever you say." James had his hands behind his head was looking pleased.

When Jessie returned, James was fast asleep in the bed. "Right where I left you."

Jessie looked over at the couch and rolled her eyes. She thought about all the rude ways she could waken him, but she was just too tired. They both had a long day.

Once she was changed into her pajamas, Jessie noislessly slipped into the side of the bed James left room on. She slept like a log.

When she woke up, James's arm was outstretched over her shoulder. She wasn't worrying about it too much as there was something else that was bothering.

"James. James. Wake up." Jessie said quietly. James opened his eyes immediately. After years of traveling together, they developed the ability to sleep and wake up on command.

James sat up. "What is it it?"

"I don't know. I just have one of those feelings."

James looked concerned. He knew about jessie's little "feelings." He got up and grabbed his belt from the floor. Jessie did the same.

Jessie quietly snuck over to the door to listen. She heard footsteps in the hallway. Soon enough, a single assassin opened the door.

Jessie feirlessly tackled the man to the ground. Holding a knife to his throat, she tried to question him.

"Who are you?" She demanded.

The man spat on her shoe. "Salope!" Clearly the man knew no english.

Before she could continue, all hell broke loose.

Five men ran in. Without hesitation, Jessie slit the mans throat and tossed his body in the corner of the room. Jessie ducked behind the counter, James behind the couch. One of the men shot directly in Jessie's direction, who ducked and returned fire, hitting the man in the arm.

The fire fight continued until everyone was out of bullets. James got one man right between the eyes. He was a good shot. These men were clearly not expecting much of a fight, but they were still willing to fight.

Jessie hucked Arbok's ball into the middle of the room. Now that there were no more bullets wizzing by, she felt comfortable letting out her pokemon.

Arbok atacked the men needing no instruction. Two down. Arbok got the man right in the neck with his fangs.

One man lunged at James with a crowe bar. James ducked and grabbed the lamp off the table next to them. After hitting him over the head with it, the man was still standing. In the brief moment of diorientation, James was able to get behind him and slip his knife between his C3 and C4 vertabrae. Three down.

The other two men were attacking Jessie who was nimbly dodging all their blows. One man punched Jessie in the face. Than man recieved a swift elbow to the nose from James, who was thrown accross the room landing on a decorative coffie table which shattered beneath him. That wasn't enough to stop him.

As the man was throwing another punch, Jessie ducked and stabbed the man in the gut. Now for the last one. As soon as he hit the ground, James was up and ready to fight. As he and the last man exchanged blows, Jessie stood behind him with her arms up behind his head. Ready to go in when she got the chance. With James distracting him, Jessie was able to quickly slip her knife in front of the man's neck and grab his hair.

"Who are you?" Jessie demanded again.

"Casse-toi!" Again, the French guy was swearing at her.

"ENGLISH MOTHER FUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT?" James had no patience.

"No. I do not speak to swine like you. I know who YOU are. You sell heroin to little kids. Get them all fucked up and make them your slaves." She man spat on him. "You make me sick."

Jessie had had enough. She quickly slit the mans throat and tossed him to the side.

With her foot in the middle of his back, Jessie looked around the room. It was a literal blood bath. The sitting room wasn't that big, and the entire floor was a puddle of blood. Her mind was racing. Trying to plan her next move. She sighed and ran her fingers into her hair. Almost pulling it out in stress, leaving a smudge of blood on the side of the head.

James was on his knees. Jessie turned to see him with a single tear running down his face. She sighed again. What a baby. "James, pull it together" She said reluctantly. Normally she'd just slap him but this time was different. "We need to figure out what just happened."

"But he was right. That wasn't a bad guy Jessie. If we were pushers, he would have had every right to kill us." Jessie saw anger welling up in his eyes.

Then Jessie understood why James was so upset. He knew better than anyone what it meant to be a victim.