"What's the target?" Hal asked, not facing the figure.
The figure handed him some pictures. Hal looked trough them, then handed them back to the figure.
"I'd be wasting my skills. I'm not a poacher."
"This is important. The fate of the world depends on it. They've already conquered Japan. They're coming here."
"How much?"
"Twenty-five grand a head."
"Deal."
"But you must not kill them."
Hal spun around to face the figure. He was an old man with gray hair and a beard. "What?"
"Don't kill them. We have to find a way to destroy them all. Capture the little monsters and bring them to me."
Hal pondered that for a moment. Sniper the Pokemon, and then capture them? "Fine."
"Here, you'll need this." The man handed him a backpack.
"What is it?" Hal asked with warning.
"There are the devices to help you get the monsters. Here's a map of the other anti-Pokemonists." He handed Hal a map.
"I work alone."
"You're going to need all the help you can get. These things are dangerous."
Hal looked at the map. "Jigglypuff" a name under the picture read. Dangerous? No. Not these things. It would be the easiest money he'd ever made.
He opened the backpack. Little red and white balls and what looked like paintballs were scattered randomly. A booklet was among the balls, and Hal looked through it:
Anti-mon balls: used in place of bullets to weaken Pokemon. Red: used against fire Pokemon. Green: used against plant Pokemon. Blue: used against water Pokemon. Brown: used against fighting Pokemon. Yellow: electric. Purple: Psychic. White: Normal.
Pokeballs: used to capture Pokemon after they've been weakened. Pokeballs can be purchased at local Poke-marts.
"These things are everywhere." Hal said, noticing the areas where the Pokemon lived.
He packed up his guns and took the backpack. He was going to have a hard time explaining this to his friends.