Chapter 3: Rollers on the storm
Rockwell sat down on the plush cold sofa. She reclined in it and laid down. Before long she was asleep.
When she awoke she noticed that someone had turned off the light! She felt something cold lying over her.
With a snap the lights came on. As if she had willed them to come on!
She realized something. She was not on the couch anymore. She was in a bed covered up in a freezing cold blanket!
"How on earth was I moved like that without being awaked?" She mentally screamed.
Rockwell got up and move quickly and silently to the door of the room she was in. She quickly kicked it down and raced down the stairs leading to…
A bunch of nerds inn thier 20's watching Netflix on the couch she had fallen asleep on.
One looked behind him and spoke to her:
"We moved you because we wanted to Netflix and Chill, no pun intended." he said.
"Oh." She said. She had gone and assumed the worst and went into escape mode all for nothing.
"Well I think you'd best scoot over cause I'll watch too." She sighed as she walked over to the couch. They all moved over in unison.
They began speaking.
"Phil what are we gonna watch now?" One with black hair said.
"Ask the Glaceon. She's the guest" The one with red hair said. (Rockwell assumed this was Phil)
"I have a name. It's Rockwell." She said.
"Well, what are we gonna watch Rockwell." One with green hair said.
"Let's watch Breaking Bad." She suggested. She loved that show. The Pokémon version of it anyways. Walter was played by a Farfetch'd and Jesse was played by a Scrappy.
"NO!" They all yelled in unison. Their voices changed in that moment, from cool and soothing to being deep and threatening. Rockwell jumped at the sudden noise they made! She whimpered a little.
"Do not speak of that ever!" Phil said.
Rockwell decided to use their obvious weakness of women against them.
"You should all be ashamed of yourselves talking to a lady like that! Who do you think you are?" She said in a pitiful voice. She was able to make it sound like she was on the verge of tears.
Suddenly, they were all at her feet begging for forgiveness and apologizing.
"I could get used to this groveling they're doing." She thought.
Rockwell sat with the Chems and watched "The Godfather" with them.
During the entire movie she had popcorn brought to her as if her mind had been read. The instant she wanted for something it appeared in her lap!
It had gotten to the part where Vito had his heart attack, that was when Rockwell heard motorcycles.
Two of them.
The black haired chem. Turned off the movie, and anther grabbed her hand and led her up to the room they had designated for her.
"Were sorry but you must wait in here while we conduct business with the Rollers. If everything goes according to plan then we should be able to resume the movie in approximately twenty minutes."
"Why do I have to wait in here?" She asked.
"Because the Rollers are cruel and would do cruel things to you and us if we did not cooperate. It is in our mutual interest if you are not present."
"What kind of things do the Rollers do to those who do not cooperate? Would they come here and kill you?"
"I don't know. But I do know that they will react with violence if we do not meet their production schedule. This is a simple swap. We give them our product they give us money and don't kill us that day."
With that the Chem closed the door on her face. .
…
At first she heard voices they were low and few in number. Maybe three at most.
Suddenly one of the voices began shouting then
BOOM! "A gunshot" She though!
Rockwell broke down the door and jumped over the balcony to land right in front of a man holding a gun. There was another man beside him holding his hands on his hips.
She looked down and saw Phil lying face down in a puddle of blood the other Chems were around him and anther had run off to get first aid.
Rockwell had seen enough.
She grabbed the throat of the man who shot Phil. He was dressed like a biker. She lifted into the air.
"Did you shoot Phil?" She asked calmly.
"Ha! Whats it to you bitch? You got a crush on him or something?" He said rudely. His breath smelled like gasoline. Hey, you're no ordinary slut, you're a Pokémon!" He said with a hint of perverseness.
Rockwell had had enough, so, she crushed his throat and dropped him to the ground.
The biker tried to breath. He couldn't he tried to speak, what he wanted to say there's no telling. But he died a silent and quick death.
His comrade stood there, mouth agape at the power the Glaceon had.
"O-oh my god! S-she crushed his neck, just like that!" He thought.
He now noticed the glare she was giving him!
He bolted for the door and practically ripped it off its hinges trying to get out.
But just as he was crossing the threshold he was picked up by the back of his coat.
Rockwell pulled him close and gave him a warning.
"Pull something like this again and there will be consequences for all of you!" She yelled then threw him into the street and closed the door.
Rockwell had no idea the nest of Beedrill she had just kicked, or the ball that she just got rolling.
Phil began ordering the other Chems to pack up their equipment and supplies. Gideon (the black haired Chem) attended to his wounds.
"Hold on a second!" Rockwell ordered. "What are you doing? Are you just going to let them run all over you like that? You can't defend yourself?"
"Rockwell" Gideon began. "I don't think you understand how strong the Rollers are. They are ruthless, brutally violent and outnumber us ten to one. We don't stand a chance."
"You boys underestimate yourselves. You are all obviously talented in your mental faculties. All you really need is a good leader to hold you together." She said.
"Phil is our leader" Gideon replied in a low tone.
"But it's obvious to me he is not an authority figure in your eyes." Rockwell replied. "He is a friend who simply expresses his thoughts a little bit more than the rest of you introverts. You follow him out of the fact that you usually agree with him, but your problems arrive when you disagree and he has no power to command you." She said.
"Who do you suggest be our leader then?" The blue haired Chem said with a flair of rudness.
"Watch your tone!" She snapped…"I will be your leader. I have the qualifications since I do officially lead a team of special agents."
The green haired Chem's nose bled as a small perverted smile crept across his face. It was quite obvious what he was thought about her being his "leader". Rockwell simply ignored him, as long as he made no offhand remarks, she didn't mind.
"First I'll need your names." She commanded.
Gideon named off all of the Chems. Rockwell wondered if he said their names in any particular order.
"I'm Gideon, this is Phil , Blondie over there is Carter, the guy with blue hair is Ben, the guy with green hair who is thinking naughty things is Jeremy. There was a sixth one of us but now…he's in a better place."
"Do you want something like that to happen again?" She asked.
They all replied in unison: "No"
"Well, then make me your leader and you will not have that problem.
"You already are." Carter said in his soft tone. "Don't you see that you are already commanding our attention? We probably won't hesitate to follow your instructions, I know I won't."
"Me neither." said Phil who had stopped bleeding and was being helped up by Gideon.
"Gideon is the medic of the group, he just pulled the bullet out of Phil and now it seems as if nothing even happened to him." Rockwell noted.
"We will need to assign specific rolls to each individual." Rockwell ordered. "Gideon you're the Medic."
"Yes Ma'am." He said.
"Blondie what's your specialty?" She asked Carter.
"My specialty is Chemistry, and so is everyone else's that's why we're called the Chems. We obtained our masters degrees in Various branches of Chemistry at Mt. Silver University and then we ended up here manufacturing illegal narcotics and chemical weapons."
Rockwell raised an eyebrow, or whatever that thing is that Glaceons have. "You can manufacture mustered gas, and Serine gas correct?" She asked.
"In large quantities yes, but no orders have been placed within the last six months so there isn't any supplies for the stuff in storage." Jeremy said holding a clipboard.
Although she also noted that she needed a way to defend the city and fast.
"Do you have a large cache of armaments and ammunition?" She asked.
"No, we don't, the Rollers made extra sure we never got any of those." Ben replied.
"We need to call the Fat punks, they have weapons and I have a relationship with them" She said.
They all shook their heads.
"We don't do business with the Punks, they aren't-" Carter was interrupted.
"Inteligent enough?" Rockwell finished.
"N-no that's not what I"
"Well that's what you meant. Trust me I've seen that look before"
"We will not associate with them. Last time we did they tried to steal all of our narcotics and sell them back to us." Phil said.
An idea struck her head.
"Do you have any high range radio equipment?" She asked.
"We do, Jeremy has a hobby where he contacts people in various regions.
"What the farthest south he can reach?"
Jeremy replied: "Theoretically I could contact Fallarbor town which is about 5300 clicks south, but I don't think anyone would understand what I said or even be listening."
"That's perfect!" She said giving him a peck on the cheek.
He blushed, hard.
The others turned red too, but not the good kind.
Jeremy tunned up his equipment on the lab workbench.
"Okay how do you want to send your message?" He asked.
"Do you know Morse code?" She asked.
Jeremy rolled his eye sat such a silly question. Of course he knew Morse code!
"Set the frequency to AM 4.5398 Megahertz the repeat this message." She said. She waited till he was ready for the message.
"The current latitude and longitude, BL AD, 612,548,123,548." She said.
"That's it?" He asked as he entered the message and sent it.
"Yup." She replied
"What does that mean?"
"It means to Balisticly send the basic combat package to these coordinates."
"Balisticly? You mean via missile?"
"Yes a small missile carries a basic combat package for a regiment of troops to the exact co ordinance specified." She said as if quoting a textbook.
Location: Lilycove city, Brigadier General's office.
A bored and tired Umbreon was sitting at her desk procrastinating at her work, when the ballistic missile screen came up!
Amy gasped! A ballistic missile had just been fired at the Orre region!
"Oh My God!...Wait, is that a basic combat package that was sent?" She asked skeptically.
"Hmmm, I think we now know what happened to our missing special agent." She said as she read the Authorization code.
She pressed a button to the intercom of her secretary.
"Yes Miss long?" Came the sweet voice of the Leafeon.
"Call my Fiancé and tell him were going to Orre this very moment. Then prepare my fleet, we head out to Gateon port in 1200."
"Yes Miss Long", the Lefeon replied. But then added "Miss Long?"
"What?" Amy groaned playfully as if she was annoyed.
"He's asking if he can bring, and I quote: 'everything but the kitchen sink'."
"Tell him to stop being a goofball and get our stuff packed." She said playfully. She depressed the call button so Cash couldn't waste more time.
Amy knew something couldn't be right about the missing special agent ending up there. "Why there of all places?!"
From what Amy had gathered from this agents file was that they were spontaneous (or appered to be). The sort of person who said "It's easier to get forgiveness than to ask permission."
It took about twenty minutes but there was a sudden loud THUD on the roof.
"Looks like that actually worked!" Jeremy said.
"Yeah I knew it would. I just hope that when I get home they won't be too pissed about it." Rockwell said.
Rockwell and the Chems made their way to the roof and began bringing all the cargo downstairs.
She had them install the equipment and themselves strategically throughout the city. They were all machinegun nests, mortar tubes and small drones remotely controlled from the lab.
The last thing they installed was an attack siren. It was a Chrysler air raid siren, the most powerful ever built. It wasn't intended as a warning device to anyone. Phil had suggested using the eerie echo it produced in cities as a way to creep the living hell out of any would be enemies. This would give them an instant advantaged.
Rockwell had encountered them before in her travels to various remote locations and hidden bases throughout the southern hemisphere. They were relics from human bases in the old war, she had seen them in various states of disrepair. Their sound was intended to drive Pokémon wild with fear, which worked. But it also scared the shit out of humans.
She had only every heard its ominous drone once several years ago. That was when she and her team went head to head with a man who called himself "The Trick Master", He managed to escape.
…
It wasn't long before the Rollers were detected. She counted 48motorcycles and what appeared to be an extremely dirty and old fashioned semi truck pulling a tanker trailer. It's two small round headlights looked like eyes. Bright yellow eyes that could be seen in the dead of night as it lit the path for its motorcycle escorts.
Rockwell radioed the Chems who were awaiting her signal. "Okay boys, their ETA is about 3 minutes so get ready and in positions!"