A/N: Here's Chapter 3 enjoy!
Chapter 3
Thousands of miles away in a different region, deep underground a tall man in an expensive suit sat behind an expensive desk in his office, to his right on a large red pillow laid a persian, a large tan cat with a large red jewel in the center of its forehead. The double doors to an office opened with a loud bang. Three large bulky muscular men dragged a struggling man dressed in black in and threw him to the floor in front of the desk.
The man stood up from his desk and walked around to stand in front of the young man cowering on the ground. "Now, what is it that you have done to be brought in like this?"
"Sir, please don't hurt me!" the man cried.
"I haven't had someone thrown in like this in quite a long time," the man in the suit said, completely ignoring what the cowering man had said, "and it wasn't because they did something good." The man looked to the three bulky guards standing close to the door. "Do any of you know why he's here?"
"Executive, we were told to let him be the one tell you what he's done."
"Yes, I see," the man said and looked back down at the man, "quite a fun game. Like I said, I haven't played it in a long time. Let's see if I can remember the rules," he was silent for a moment in thought, "ah yes, now I remember. It's kind of like that game that children play where they say hot and cold, although instead of that, most of the agents that get brought in like this whimper and beg for mercy as it begins," the man pulled a chair over and sat in front of the man cowering and a smirk covered his face, "Let's begin."
The man on the ground let out a small whimper.
"I see," the Executive said as if the man had said a great deal of information, "it is something that is very important to me if you that already got a response out of you. Now, did one of my agents die? "
The man on the ground let out a louder whimper, "Please sir, please, please don't kill me."
"Getting a bit closer to it now, aren't we? Now, would this agent possibly be the one that I have kept tabs on for several years and I have not yet received the reports of his latest mission?"
"Executive!" the man begged, "Please don't kill me!"
"So it is, now there are only a few agents that fit that description, however, I think I know which one it is. Would this agent be, Prodigy?"
The man let out a horrible scream and a wetness suddenly spread out from the young man's body and the scent of urine filled the air, "Sir, please! Please! I'm begging you! Don't kill me! I won't fuck up next time! I promise!"
"You pissed yourself on my floor! Damn this is the best game I have ever played. I've never had anyone piss themselves before. You messed up my floor," Executive said and quickly stood up and delivered a swift hard kick to the man's head."As for not killing you, well you see unfortunately its a bit too late for that because you've lost me one of my best agents. The only question is how?"
"The boat wasn't supposed to leave sir! It wasn't I checked and everything."
"So, Cornelius has him huh, well then he's already dead," the man's eyes filled with anger, "damn, that's a shame. He was such a good agent," the man turned to his sleeping cat pokemon behind the desk, "Kill him."
The large cat pokemon leapt over the desk and was instantly on top of the cowering man. He let out a loud ear-piercing scream, that was cut off instantly as the large Persain went for his neck. Blood sprayed the cat's maw and started spreading out from the young man's body. The cat quickly started to drag the body to another room off the office.
"Such a big mess when we play this game," Executive said and looked up at the three large muscular men. "Two of you start cleaning this up. The other go fetch me a Mr. Nate."
By the time the office doors banged open the second time that night, it looked as if there hadn't been a murder that night. The floor was completely clean.
"y-you wanted to see me sir?" the young purple-haired man asked.
"Yes, Nate. Unfortunately I have some bad news to deliver."
The young man's heart almost stopped, "it's not Prodigy is it?"
"I'm afraid it is. Due to the incompetence of some of your fellow agents tonight, he was captured and almost positively killed."
The young man took a few steps back visibly shocked, "no...no...that can't be true. All that work I did to train him."
"It is young man. Trust me, I feel your pain."
"So, what am I going to do now?"
"I am writing you orders to transfer you to Saffron."
"If I may ask sir why?"
"Because, it looks like after that shock and all your work and that you could do with some relaxation at the Team Rocket headquarters. Besides, I hear that your cousin is quite another adept and up and coming agent. Perhaps spending some time with her will help you as well," Executive said and handed the young man a sheet of paper.
"Yes, sir." Nate said and took and paper and quickly left the room.
In the freezer the thief knew something was wrong instantly. He was sitting on his box thinking of his past and his options for if he ever got out when he heard a muffled siren blaring and then...nothing...not even the constant hum of the freezer's compressor.
Suddenly he felt a jar, and the whole yacht rumbled through the water as it began to lose power.
The teen turned and stared at freezer door. He hoped that this had to be Team Rocket, they had finally realized that he was captured and had sent out a team to rescue him.
Several minutes later there was a small click and the door clanged open. The teen's hopes were instantly dashed when he saw two big muscular crew members standing in front of the freezer instead of several Rocket Agents.
They roughly grabbed him off the floor and hauled him out through the living space led him to a large room. The back wall was just one giant window looking out over the now completely still and wake-free ocean. Against the left wall was a deep brown mahogany wooden desk with more pokemon carved into the wood, an expensive computer sitting on top of it and a black leather chair behind it.
The first thing the thief noticed was a man in his mid-thirties standing looking out the giant window. He was in an expensive gray pinstripe suit with a blue bowtie and slick greased black hair. He was leaning on a shiny black cane with a black pokeball for the handle.
The rich man snapped his fingers twice and one of the two crewmembers that brought the thief in quickly slipped out and brought in a wooden chair that looked as if it was carved from a single block of wood.
"You probably don't know who I am because you are a petty thief, who has no business stealing from me. However, despite that, my name is William Cornelius," he said as he walked to where the teen was seated across the desk. "You have managed -and I haven't the slightest clue how- to capture my attention. It was not by attempting to steal from my yacht -mind you- but by managing to make my entire ship lose power. Now, who are you and who do you work for?"
"You can call me Prodigy," the teen said with a smirk, "and I'm not going to tell you that."
"I want your real name."
"That name is as good as my real name, it's what everyone calls me."
"No," Cornelius said turning a darker shade of red with every passing minute. "Now tell me."
"No," the teen said calmly.
"You are going to," Cornelius said and lunged at the teen who reacted instantly by standing up, toppling over the chair in the process and throwing a pokeball on the desk in front of him. In a flash of white light the thief's Cyndaquil appeared in between them. Instantly it turned to face the thief and started to growl.
Cornelius began laughing, "So that's who you work for, Prodigy," he said saying the name with venom, "the group that steals pokemon? the great Team Rocket."
"No," the teen says through clenched teeth as his anger began to build, "Team Rocket does not steal pokemon."
"Obviously pokemon are not the only things they steal. I have no clue how Team Rocket even survives with thieves like you who get caught, because they can't even control their own pokemon," he said chuckling, "now, my officers told me this morning that you were attempting to steal my prized statue. It is a rare statue, the only one like it in the world. Did you know that it is modeled after the mythical bird Moltres? I am adding it to my growing collection, I have one other at my home on my island, its brother Zapdos. However back to the problem at hand, you weren't just stealing my gold statue were you?"
"No, that was the only thing I was stealing, and definitely not pokemon," he said and returned the growling pokemon on the desk to its pokeball. "Team Rocket does not steal pokemon, they steal expensive items from rich bastards like you, sell them and give the money to poor people that truly need it."
"Oh no my dear little naive teen, you could not be more wrong if you tried," Cornelius said laughing even harder. "Your Cyndaquil is obviously stolen from a young trainer, probably their first pokemon. Such a shame, stolen before they can even truly realize how great they could have been, their hopes dashed in an instant. Nonetheless let's get to the more important matter at hand," he said his face darkened. "What have you done to my ship?"
"I didn't do anything to your ship," the teen said his voice full of malice.
"My ship has had no problems whatsoever at all until you -a failure of a thief- appears on my ship and it loses complete power to everything."
"Maybe this is only the first time you have heard of a problem on your ship. Maybe your Captain and your First Mate have been lying to you. Maybe your whole crew had been lying to you about what really goes on behind the scenes on 'your' ship." The teen mentally thanked his organization for training him in the art of lying.
At that moment all the lights came back on and then dimmed considerably as some of the ship's power was restored, however the ship itself remained still.
"I'm going to go find out what's happening," Cornelius said and began to walk to the door. He snapped his fingers twice and the two crew members that were standing off to the side during the whole conversation stood at attention, "take him back to the freezer."
The two crewmen roughly grabbed the young Rocket Agent and began hauling him out of the room, but stop when the Master held out a hand.
"Just so you know -thief- cyndaquils are notoriously known for being friendly to their trainers, that one you have, however, is the complete opposite," he said and with a wave of his hand the two crewmen continued to take the thief back to his "holding cell."
A few minutes later the two crewmembers roughly pushed the thief into the freezer and one of them winded back and punched him in the back of the head.
"That's for telling the master that we've lied to him," one of them said as the thief was losing consciousness and with a clang he was locked back into darkness.
Master William Cornelius walked onto the bridge of the yacht to find both the Captain and the First Mate scrambling on the computers.
"So, have we isolated the problem with the ship yet?" Cornelius asked slowly walking towards the nautical officers.
"Its nothing for you to worry about sir, you just sit back and relax we will handle everything once we find the problem," the First Mate replied.
"Its my ship, I would like to be informed of everything that occurs on it, including the progress of finding out and fixing the problem on my ship," the Master said with finality.
"If you insist master..." the Captain told him after a moments hesitation. "We have...almost located the problem but not quite yet."
"It may interest the two of you that perhaps I may have found one problem that may relate to our current dilemma."
Both officers spun around in their chairs to give the Master of the ship a puzzled look, "What have you found sir?"
"I have heard from...someone," Cornelius said as he walked closer to the two men. "That you two -and as a result the rest of the crew as well- have not been entirely truthful with the upkeep of what has been occurring on my yacht, including prior to this...accident."
"Master Cornelius..." the Captain started, "You see we have not been completely forthcoming with the information of the problems that have arose on the ship, because we didn't want to unnecessarily worry you or your guests."
"Yes, ok I see," he paused and the two officers let out sighs of relief that did not go unnoticed by the Master. "However, did I forget to mention that the person I heard all of this from the thief we captured," the two officer's heads dropped as they realized they were caught. "Now why would an intruder that we captured know more about the problems that have been occurring on this ship, than the Master and benefactor that is paying all of the crewmembers on this ship. Furthermore, I would like to know what exactly is wrong with my ship, because right now the two of you are in more trouble than the thief."
"Ok sir, allow me to explain the problem with the ship," the Captain said and spun around in his chair to face the console and away from the anger burning in Cornelius's eyes.
"I thought you said the two of you had not yet isolated the problem."
"That was for your peace of mind sir," the Captain said and began bringing up diagrams on the console, while ignoring the Master's eyes burning holes into his through the reflection of the screen. "Last night, what lead to us actually catching the thief was his pokemon's flaring up in flames which triggered the automatic fire alarm and set off the sprinklers in the atrium. Now," he said and pointed to a diagram that had lines connecting from waterholds on the ship to the springer, including in the atrium. "When the ship was built they connected the pipes of the sprinklers to this one," he said and pointed to a waterhold near the rear of the ship, "instead of this one," he pointed to one near the front of the ship. "These pipes are only used in case of emergencies and as such have not been used before. So it was not realized that the pipes were connected to the engine waterhold that holds the water used as a coolant, instead of being connected to the regular use of water near the front. When the sprinklers in the atrium went off it pulled the water from the engine room so there was no coolant, which caused the engine to overheat, seize up and break a very important part."
"Since we have found out," the First Mate took over, "we have moved the water from the regular use hold to the rear engine water-hold, which has allowed the yacht to run on auxiliary power. However, we can't set sail or use full power until the part that we have ordered comes in tomorrow by Fearow Express."
"So am I going to miss the golf tournament?"
"More than likely yes, you will miss the golf tournament in its entirety."
"In that case, I'm sure the attendees of the now nonexistent golf tournament will clean out the supplies on the island to spite me, and according to how all of you have been acting I'm sure none of my hired help on the island will stop them -perhaps they will join them. In that case we will make a stop in Cinnabar to restock supplies and refuel before we leave for the island."
"And as for the thief sir?"
"There will be no thief aboard my ship by the time we reach Cinnabar," he said with an evil smirk.
Later that night the thief was laying alone on his makeshift cardboard pallet, contemplating the events of the day. He wondered if the rich bastard could be telling the truth, could his pokemon have really been stolen?
In a flash of white light Cyndaquil appeared next to the lying teen and began to growl and bare its teeth. This time however it made sure not to flare up its back.
"Hey," the young Rocket Agent said in a gentle tone, "it's okay. Is the reason you don't like me because I'm not your first trainer?"
He saw for a brief moment a flash of sadness reverberate down the small pokemon's body.
The teen realized with a start that it was true, but shook his head and denied it with all his might, because if that were true, then that would mean that the organization that had raised him, had lied to him.
The young trainer returned his pokemon when it started growling and attempting to be vicious again and he curled up and attempted to go to sleep...
The next morning the whole ship was awoken -except for a single teen stuck in a freezer- by a loud caw that filled the air. Master Cornelius was immediately out of his bed and looked out the window to see a large bird with close to a 14 foot wingspan covered in deep dark brown feathers flying towards them. The bird opened its sharp orange beak and let out another loud caw before lightly shaking its equally razor sharp talons that held a large brown box. The saddle of the large brown Fearow held a single rider in a brown uniform that matched the giant bird pokemon's feathers.
A few minutes later Master Cornelius, the Captain and the First Mate were all on deck when the giant bird landed. It bent low to the ground as the rider unstrapped himself, slipped down and he quickly untied the package.
"Overnight rush delivery, you guys sure had a bad place to have a break down," the man said with a whistle and held out a clipboard to Cornelius. "Sign here."
The wealthy man simply shrugged at the steep price and quickly wrote his signature and handed the man back the clipboard and he handed the package to the Captain.
The rider bowed and climbed back into the saddle of the large bird strapped himself in and took off.
A short while later the sleeping thief was jolted awake as the freezer's compressor kicked on and the yacht began to move again. iHe realized with a sinking feeling that sooner or later they were going to do something with him, and something deep inside told him that it wasn't going to be something very pretty.
The thief was sitting on his box of food when he heard the click, and recalling that there had been no previous jolt of them stopping he knew things weren't going to end well. Quickly he gathered up the Arcanine blanket and stuffed it up his shirt. When the freezer door opened, he was quickly hauled up to the top deck. In the distance the large island of Cinnabar loomed ahead of them.
The two muscular crewmembers lined the thief up against the outside edge of the ship along with the Captain and the First Mate.
"Now," Master Cornelius started, "an example is going to be made out of the thief here -and I expect all of you-" he said addressing the crowd of his crew gathered, "to spread it so that we have no more thieves attempting to steal from me. We are also going to make an example out of these two," he said and pointed to his two officers, "so that all of the other crew aboard will start and continue to tell me everything that occurs on this ship and know that I mean business."
"I figured since we are this close to Cinnabar," he said and pointed to the looming island, "that all of you are more than capable of getting us there, restocked and to my island correct?" He paused as affirmations came from all of his crew gathered in front of him, "Good."
In one motion the master of the ship slammed his black cane into the deck and it stood up by itself. He tapped the top of the black pokeball and in a flash of white light, a giant red insectoid pokemon appeared. It towered a few feet above its trainer's head. It glistened and shone in the sun, the light reflecting off its red metal body. Instead of hands it had two red gleaming metal claws that snapped open and shut quickly with a metal clang.
The young teen froze where he stood petrified as he suddenly that the red insectoid pokemon looked incredibly similar to the green insectoid from that horrible day.
"Now, I don't want things to get messy since we are so close to the harbor. As some of you may know, this," Cornelius said and waved a hand at his large red pokemon, "is Scizor. What you probably don't know is that it can punch something with its claws closed, Scizor if you would demonstrate."
The red gleaming pokemon nodded and walked over to a shiny thick metal service door that was normally hidden in the shadows from the deck. The crew watched in rapt attention as in one quick motion it drew back and punched the door leaving a deep indentation of a half circle.
"If you would care so much as to demonstrate again Scizor," Cornelius said with a smirk in his face and nodded to the group of three.
The scizor nodded again and moved to the gathered group in front of him. There were two quick flashes of sunlight reflecting off the red metal claws, quickly following two loud CRACKS as the officer's sternums were instantly shattered. There a loud splash as their bodies hit the water far below.
The red insectoid pokemon took one step to stand in front of the thief, who was sweating profusely, though whether from the blanket or the nerves of his near end he knew not. The pokemon quickly drew back to deliver the finishing blow.
The thief kept his eyes open so he could see it when it finally realized that this was the end.
In a bright flash of white light the red pokemon disappeared to show Cornelius standing in its place.
"I spared your life because you helped me to realize what was going on in my ship. However, you are still on your own when we arrive and turn you over to the authorities. They have been already been notified and as soon as we dock they will storm the ship to take you, so enjoy your last few minutes of freedom."
The young teen only nodded still attempting to process that he wasn't going to die, at least not today.
As the thoroughly shaken crew went about the final preparations as they pulled into the harbor, the thief and the master both stood watching the crew tie the ship to the dock.
As the police started climbing aboard the yacht and quickly strapped a pair of cuffs to the teen, Cornelius held out a hand to stop them.
"Tell me before they take you young thief, what is your name?"
"Demetri Gray," the thief said with a smirk and was quickly maneuvered off the ship.
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