Chapter Three- Petrel
"Hey, no hard feelings right?" Petrel snickered as he carefully applied the make up to the hostages faces. "See my friends and I need to buy ourselves sometime to escape. So, we're planning on using you for as bait for the police so that they'll be off our backs for a bit." he shrugged.
"Its fine." the hostage said.
"Oh?" Petrel smiled, raising an eyebrow. "Brave one huh?" He propped open the hostage's eyelid and inserted a blueish contact, changing the victim's eye color from emerald green to a shade of teal that matched Archer's.
Petrel stepped back to admire his handy work. He had painted disguises on the four hostages so that they would look exactly like him and his co-workers. He had taken the security downstairs, a security guard, the radio director and an annoying little brat that seemed to have been constantly popping up since the Neo Team Rocket had resurfaced as Arianna, Proton, himself and Archer respectively.
"Even if we don't manage to get out. The police will find us, and then they'll find you." the brat said.
"Quite right." Petrel acknowledged. "They'll find you and mistake you for us."
"You think I'm that dumb." he snarled, "I'll tell them it this is just a disguise! If they wipe it off and see we're not you, they'll let us go! Then, we're coming for you!" The rest of the hostages looked back and forth among each other and smiled, each one looking slightly more optimistic. "This plan of yours is stupid. The police will never fall for it! You'll be better off running now so that you can at rest get a head start you cowards!"
Petrel laughed. "You have a lot of fight in you kid. I like that, but sadly you're underestimating me. See-" He dumped a bucket full of water on the hostages, drenching them from head to toe. "that stuff is permanent."
The hostages looked at the ground next to their feet, where a puddle of water had started to form. Not a bit off Petrel's handiwork had washed off. "Yes that is some of my most expensive and permanent product. Guaranteed to last from breakfast till bath... for the next ten years." He took out a pen and piece of paper from his pocket and scribbled the words, "Please make sure the people of Johto receive justice for the pain the members of Team Rocket have caused." He paused, "What's your name again kid? Gold right?" he echoed the name as he wrote it down at the bottom of the note.
Petrel picked up a piece of plastic from his make-up case and took one of Gold's pokeballs from his belt. He wrapped the pokeball in plastic and pressed the plastic on the note.
"You're putting my fingerprints on it." Gold whispered, knowingly.
"Smart kid." Petrel said, flashing a sly grin. "And of course I disguised you're fingerprints to match ours so in case our friend law enforcement offices have any remaining doubts about your identity. "So you see, unfortunately for you, our plan is flawless. Once the police have you, they'll stop coming after us and we can move on to the next phase of our plan." He closed his make up case and took off his gloves to allow his hands some air. Then he slipped with back on and double check each of them for pokeballs. Nothing.
Of course, they'll eventually realize you're missing, but by the time the police figure out exactly what's what, your sentences would have been long since... shall we say executed?" As he shut the door behind him, the hostages heard Petrel's snickering quickly turn into manically laughter and dreaded what was to come.
I know this is a continuation of Archer's story, but I'll try to do unrelated things from now on. I just had to since it seemed like such a great idea, not to mention the Radio Tower Arc is my fav.