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Für Führer und Reich
Prologue
Bill the pokémon researcher stood at the top of his lighthouse staring out into the vast ocean. Nighttime mist shrouded any long-range visuals but vision not the sense Bill was worried about. For in the background of the lighthouse's foghorns was playing another sound. This one was not for the benefit of passing ships but instead for a mysterious pokémon.
Once before Bill had heard the beautiful song of a pokémon and he had managed to record it. For years afterwards he played the song into the night hoping to get a response from the pokémon but none came. Until one night when three young travelers came looking to use the telephone. Unknowingly they brought three Team Rocket members with them at the very time Bill had succeeded in luring the mysterious pokémon to him.
The Team Rocket members had scared off the pokémon but Bill would continue to play the song in hopes of seeing it again. Tonight was appearing to be just as fruitless and Bill sighed as he pressed his chin into his cupped hand it was late very late too late for someone to be knocking at the door.
"Who could that be?" Bill asked to the night as he turned his head to the speaker that amplified the knocking.
Bill raced down the stairs to the front door. He looked through the peephole and saw that he didn't know who was on the other side. Bill left the chain on the door as he opened it, "can I help you."
"I beg your pardon sir," one of the men on the other side of the door said back, "are you Bill the lighthouse keeper?"
"Yes," Bill said to the still unknown persons on the other side of the door.
"We understand that you have seen a rather rare pokémon, one that we have been seeking for many years." The man on the other side of the door paused, "it is rather large for its type, similar to a Dragonite."
Bill unlocked the door, "Come in."
Three men entered Bill's home two sitting down on an old couch one sitting on an armchair. Bill offered them drinks but they refused so Bill sat down in his own chair, "Tell me who are you and what do you know about this pokémon?"
"My name is Kurt von Sternen my associates and I are seeking the pokémon that you seem to have been able to contact."
"Why might I ask are you seeking this pokémon, Mr. Von Steren?" Bill asked still not completely sure if he should trust the stranger.
"The pokémon belonged to our leader. She was taken from him and not long afterwards he committed suicide." Kurt paused then resumed, "the pokémon was tied by a psychic link to her master and he was the only one who could bring out her true powers. After she was taken she was studied and locked away taken out only for study and to destroy the enemies of her current masters."
"I thought she only would obey her deceased master," Bill half asked half stated.
"She will obey other masters if they are skilled enough but no one would be able to bring out her true power and that is what they want to do. Create an ultimate weapon to serve their purposes."
"And who are they?"
"The United Nations and their toady the United States. Join us Bill help us to keep that pokémon and her true powers out of their hands the world will not be safe as long as she is prey to their poking and prodding. She deserves to be free."
Bill stood up from his chair and turned to face a window overlooking the ocean.
"Bill." Kurt began.
"I'll do it," were Bill's only words.
"Excellent," was Kurt's reply, "we would like begin as soon as possible. Tonight if at all possible."
"Fine I will be ready let me get some things," Bill walked off to his laboratory.
Kurt turned to his two associates. "Get the car ready and inform headquarters that our guest will be arriving."
"Yes sir," the associates said before extending their arms in a salute. Kurt saluted back in the same stiff armed fashion.
End Prologue