Chapter Six: Fear My Wrath, Dood

Snowy stared up at the immense building in awe. Her light blue eyes are wide in a mixture of terror and amazement. How could anything build something that huge? As she pondered this, they headed towards the doors of the building. But, as expected, there were two Team Rocket grunts in their way. They had glazed looks in their eyes, as if they were in some far off land. Steel knew it. They'd easily be able to slip by, unnoticed. As long as his plan went well, anyways. Steel suddenly grabbed onto the scruff of Ned's neck.

"Holy miltank! What are you-"

Whoosh!

Ned went soaring over the grunt's heads and onto one of their legs.

"Grah! Fred, get it off of my pants!"

"I can't! The stupid prickles are stuck!"

This was all happening as Ned was desperately trying to escape, wriggling around to free himself. Soon, due to the poison, the guy was knocked out. His companion looked around and ripped Ned off of the guy's leg, making some skin tear off. He then went for assistance in aiding his injured friend. Ned seized the chance to escape and did.

"What is wrong with you, bastard?!" Ned yelled. Snowy let out a chortle.

"What's so funny?!"

"The fact that you aren't taking credit for being a distraction," Steel said blatantly.

The nidoran became flushed. He began to head towards the entry without making a noise, so that they wouldn't die of laughter. Whatever. If it weren't for him, they wouldn't have been able to get in. So really, he was a hero, right? Ned felt a beam of pride. He helped save them! Well, they hadn't saved Snowy's friend yet. They still had a long way to go.

The building was actually quite simple for a team base. White hallways and linoleum, with the occasional picture of an honorary member who helped cause destruction and turmoil in the world. If it had to be compared to something, it was most like a hospital. Except for the scolding of a member or the shrieks of pain, it was eerily silent.

Ned spoke for the first time in what seemed like ages. "Maaaaaaan. It's pretty freaky in here, am I right?"

"Strangely, yes. You're right about that," said Snowy.

They came upon plenty of doors, but none of them held much interest. Most of them were filled with file cabinets containing information on possible threats and such. They ripped open plenty of envelopes, hoping to find information on where pokemon were held in the vicinity, but most of it had pictures of humans. Bleh, one kept on coming up time and time again. A boy with a hat, spiky black hair, and a backpack was how he'd be described, in the most simple terms. (If you don't know who this guy is, then you are scary!)

"Oh my gosh, WHY is this guy always in these things!" Snowy piped up.

"Maybe they wanna rape him or something," Ned suggested.

"How do you know what 'rape' means?" Steel asked.

"... Nobody asked you!"

Snowy and Steel shrugged it off. As if they didn't know how he knew.

"Sir, there are intruders in the Information wing! What do we do?" said the grunt, his voice pleading for advice from his boss.

"Who are they? If it's that Ash kid, I think I'm going to scream..." the big man replied.

"Well, umm, it appears that they aren't even humans."

Giovanni furrowed his eyebrows. "What are you saying?"

"It's complicated..."

"Spit it out, nimrod!"

"They're pokemon, sir."

"... Very well then. If you're going to toy with me, then I can't have that. Get out of my sight!"

"Boss, it's true!" another one said. "Just look at the tape!"

The man held a tape showing what had happened. As they watched Steel, Ned, and Snowy enter the building, avoiding workers, trying to find a specific room, a twisted smile sprouted upon the evil man's face.

"Well now, I guess we can play along with their little charade. Guards!"

"Yes?" they asked, pulling out walkie talkies, ready to send in backup.

"Don't do anything."

"Huh? But they're going to-"

"Did I ask for your opinion?"

"Ummm... no."

"Then do as I say. Now get out of my sight!"

The men stared at each other doubtfully before scurrying out the door. Giovanni looked up and smirked, with a look of amusment (Sp?) in his cold eyes. These aren't stupid beings. They're very crafty. But I guess I'll just have to be one step ahead of them.