A Fateful Crash

"In other news, there has been a recent string of home invasions in the east Celadon-"

Rob turned the radio off and slouched back in his seat. His partner grinned at him, momentarily taking his eyes off the road, but Rob did not seem to notice Holt. He just continued staring forward and Holt could not tell if his partner even cared about them being mentioned on the radio. Then again, he was not sure if Rob cared about anything.

"You should be more excited, Lancaster," Holt told him, his brown eyes dancing with excitement. "We're practically famous."

"Is any of this junk actually worth anything?" Rob asked indifferently. "You also forget that we don't have any jobs lined up especially now that Berry is locked up."

"You worry too much," Holt remarked. He turned the radio back on and put on some rock music. "Oh yeah! This is my favorite song!"

Rob groaned in annoyance as his partner began singing loudly. It was times like these that made him wonder why he had bothered to continue working with Holt DiMarco. Their partnership was only supposed to last for a few weeks, but after their initial success as car thieves, they had decided to continue working together. For three years, the two teenagers had traveled throughout Kanto - mostly committing petty crimes - and had been moderately successful. Now they were both nearing eighteen years of age and were stuck in a bit of a rut.

"Keep your eyes on the road..." Rob said.

"What did you say?!" Holt shouted. He continued singing obnoxiously. "You gotta speak up, bro!"

"I told you to watch the-"

The force of the collision knocked Rob's head directly against the window and almost immediately, he felt the blood running down his face. It took a couple of minutes before he could fully come to his senses. Aside from his head, he seemed to be unharmed. Holt, on the other hand, had several scrapes and bruises across his arms and a large cut under his chin. He was shouting out curses at the top of his lungs and bashing his fists against the dashboard.

"What the hell was that?!" he yelled.

Rob pushed his blood-soaked black hair out of his face and glared at Holt. While he was never exactly happy, Rob Lancaster was not the easiest person to anger. He was largely indifferent to just about everything and the look on his face at the moment was frightening. His icy blue eyes narrowed in frustration and he knew that if he had the energy, he would probably throw Holt DiMarco through the shattered windshield.

"Get out the car," he ordered. "We need to see what we hit..."

Holt did not like to be ordered around, but complied with his partner's commands. The two stumbled out of the car and gazed at the scene. They had collided into a police car and it was most definitely in worse shape than Holt's. Sprawled out on the pavement was the officer who had been driving the car. Rob gave the unconscious policeman a kick and leaned down closer to him.

"He's still alive," Rob said as he reached inside the officer's holster and retrieved the handgun. He stared at it for a moment and made sure the safety was on before placing the gun inside of his blood stained jacket.

"Well if he's still alive..." Holt began as he grinned and pulled out a six-inch switchblade. "Let's put him out of his misery."

"And what will we gain from that?" Rob asked. "Except for more trouble. He'll be out for a while anyway, so put the knife away."

Holt gave his partner the finger and put the knife back in his pocket. He knew that Rob didn't care so much about killing the officer as he did about the consequences that would have came with that act. Before the brown-haired delinquent could speak, he heard a faint sound coming from the back of the police car.

"Hey, Rob, check this out," he told him. "I think there's someone back there. The door's jammed though."

Rob reached for a poké ball and tossed it into the air. Hitmonlee materialized with a sharp kick and awaited his trainer's instructions.

"Hitmon..." he muttered.

"Hitmonlee, kick the door off," he commanded.

Hitmonlee ran towards the police car at full speed and delivered a sharp kick to the back door. The door in question went flying towards Holt, who barely managed to duck out of the way. Rob made his way over to the car and yanked the person in the backseat to the ground outside. The man was dressed in all black with a red 'R' on his shirt and the two boys exchanged a look.

"Look at what we have here," Holt sneered. "A Team Rocket member."

"Thank you for saving me!" the grunt said. "Did the boss hire you?"

"No one hired us," Rob answered clearly as he recalled Hitmonlee. "And if I were you, I wouldn't be celebrating just yet."

The Team Rocket grunt arched an eyebrow.

"And why is that?" he asked curiously.

"We're going to turn you into the police," Rob replied. "And after we tell them that you caused the wreck and injured an officer, they'll give us a reward."

The grunt frowned at them. This was an unusual situation for him. Normally, if he ran into any trainers, they'd either flee or defend themselves in the name of goodness. These two young men did not seem to care about goodness of any kind. In fact, they seemed to be even more evil than he thought upon first glance. An idea formed in his head and he grinned.

"How about this?" he bargained. "You let me go and I make sure my boss pays you triple what the police would give you."

"Let you go so you can double-cross us?!" Holt bellowed. "Not happening!"

"I swear on my life!" the grunt begged.

"We don't care about your life..." Rob said coolly.

The grunt's face reddened in frustration. There had to be a way to reason with these boys.

"How about this," he said. "You come with me to one of our buildings to get the money? I'm more important than the average grunt and the boss would definitely not risk losing me. He'll wire the money and you two lovely young lads can go on your merry way. If you're with me, I won't be able to run or anything."

Rob and Holt exchanged another glance before Rob nodded his head in acceptance. Holt yanked the grunt up by his collar and turned him around to face them. Rob walked closer and stared directly at the grunt.

"We'll take you up on your offer, but we'll stay close. If I suspect one thing..."

Rob opened his coat and showed him the handgun and the grunt shivered in fear. Holt shoved him forward and the pain he felt in his arms reminded the grunt that he was still handcuffed, so he was at an even greater disadvantage if he tried to run away.

"Lead the way!" Holt shouted.

A/N: So there we go, first chapter. It's a bit short, but it'll start getting longer as more characters are introduced. Feel free to tell me exactly what you think of our nasty duo.

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