Hey guys. Hoped you enjoyed New Years as much as I did! Anyways, I'm happy to say here's the next chapter and it's the longest so far.

Chapter ten: Revelation

I chuckle as I aim my Poké ball at the Pikachu.

I frown afterwards because I remember this is no ordinary Pikachu, he used to be human. I observe him: he's frightened beyond control. He's sweating and those stubby paws of his are trembling, but what really got me hesitating is his eyes…they're just like the ones I saw in the surveillance video days ago. The light-brown eyes have the same traits as any human would when they're afraid. I think about all the thoughts that must be going through his mind right now. It's hard to think that just a few weeks ago he was one of us, but now he's nothing more than battle fodder in the eyes of many.

He's…still human…I think. I'm not sure I can do this…it feels…different. It feels…wrong?

I turn toward Bartoli: she nods her head slightly. I take a deep breath.

I've lived my whole life doing wrong things…why should this be an exception? He's now a Pokémon…so I guess he's going to have to start acting like one.

I threw my Poké ball at the cornered Pikachu. I breathe deeply again as it hits the mouse's head and opens.

"Pi! Pikachu! Ka!" He shouts in distress. He disappears into the ball and it shakes back and forth a few times until...it stops. I pick it up with my right hand as it cringes with anxiety.

I…caught him…

Attempting to hide my anxious thoughts I say, "Hooray…I…caught a useless…Pikachu." I lean against the counter as I precariously throw the ball up and down several times. Sweat falls from my forehead as I wipe it off casually.

"I assure you, he's far from useless." Dr. Bartoli barely notices as she signals the other grunts to break formation and help clean the mess.

"I hate to break it to you, but my ground-type is vastly superior." I place the ball on the counter, "Km hates Pikachu's, so you sure you don't want him?"

I just want to get rid of him, so I don't have to think so much about this anymore.

"If you took time to notice, our guest was shouting orders to his cellmate. They worked as a team and as a result your Diglett fainted. Yes, type-effectiveness is key to winning, but if you saw how our guest knew exactly what moves his teammate should have used to counter your Diglett's immunity you would see that they are the ones superior not your Ground-Type."

She grabs the ball, "I guess both of them are mine then, you're missing out."

"Whatever." I shrug, "By the way, it was two against one." My voice almost sounds like that of a spoiled child.

"Cy, why do you think Team Rocket is so successful? We all work as a team. Simply put, you and Diglett are not working as a team." She moves her brown hair away from her eyes, "I see that without Km you're as lost as a beginner."

I say nothing in retaliation. I hold in my angry response by biting my lip, "She taught me everything about Pokémon."

"No, she didn't. You've never had a Pokémon battle alone I see. You've always depended on Km for help and so far it's helped you steal many Pokémon. It's because of her experience in battles and your ambition as a trainer. This is why you're both successful members of this organization."

She is now holding both Poké balls. I lower my head as I fix my hat, "I really don't care about this right now. I'm in no need for a lecture at the moment." I turn away but I face her direction once again, "What happens now to them…you're going to flush them down the toilet?" I chuckle slightly.

She gasps, "Heavens no! They get the rest of the day off. After the presentation tomorrow we resume our regular schedule. The day after tomorrow we will brainwash both of them into submission."

I turn my head away to speak quietly to myself, "I forgot about the presentation…"

"Remember, the main hall will be filled with scientists and members of Team Rocket from numerous outposts and cities. It will be about the successful effects of the formula and its benefits to mankind."

"What success? They lost to us. No success in losing."

"I knew you'd say that. I've perfected it, you'll soon see." She giggles as she leaves the lab. I stand there confused still. At the door she turns to me and says, "Only you know what it's about. Don't tell anyone else."

Perfected? That damn mouse did nothing but use normal moves against Diglett…this has gone way over her head. I didn't see any improvements in him! Or maybe…wait! Does she mean…

I turn back toward the destroyed laboratory to find her laptop inside a shock-proof case. I take it out and search its contents for answers. Because I'm her primary assistant, I have exclusive access to her files. I enter the password and I start searching the desktop where I find a folder that's always there: Formula R-7-3.

However, something is different this time…I am barely able to find another folder inside this one. So I click the folder, A-Z, to find the names of people. It's a long list with Last names in alphabetical order along with very specific information such as blood type. But before I can investigate further I hear the doors open, I close the folder just in time as Bartoli walks toward me.

"I see you found the list of names."

Busted.

I turn around, "I…was looking at them, yes. I wanted to see who is involved with the formula. I was checking to see if-"

She crosses her arms, "I see…so you know that you're involved too?"

My heart feels like it stops beating for a second. I try to come with the best response, "Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

She suddenly smiles again, "Good job. This is the Ansel I know. He's top of his game unlike the other grunts in this facility."

Sweat falls from my forehead again, "So what kind of reward should I expect from this?" I ask her almost quietly.

"You'll see tomorrow at the presentation. I recommend you wear Semi-formal because you're going to meet the boss.

"The Team Rocket boss…Giovanni?"

"Mr. Giovanni." She corrects me, "I suggest you leave the part where your Diglett caused considerable damage to the lab out of the conversation tomorrow." Dr. Bartoli closes her laptop and places it back in the case. She locks it with a key and puts it inside her lab coat.

"You're free for the rest of the day. I advise you go get yourself some sleep for tomorrow. Meet me here at 4:30 tomorrow afternoon."

"Understood." I say as she walks away.

I stand there for a few moments in silence, "Me…involved…with what exactly?"

Wait…she took blood from me 2 weeks ago…she claimed it was because I'm 'O+ blood-type' like Km is. The doctor said she sent it to Outpost 3C 273 for Km, but I doubt it. Why waste time sending donated blood 200 miles to a hospital, where they have a storage for these things, to Km where they can just do it there? She's lying that's why.

I…need that key from her…

I need to see what that list is about…

Is she planning on using me for…testing?

Is…she planning on turning me into…a Pokémon?

…

"Ow…my head…" I speak softly. My vision is blurry and to complicate things I am dizzy. These feelings perfectly emulate how I felt on the first day in this place. How can a Pokémon enjoy being inside of a Poké ball let alone enjoy anything because I don't remember anything that happened while I was inside one. I guess I'm not used to them.

Wait…oh…no! I feel my ears rise up suddenly because I just realized: I've been captured by a trainer! Not just any trainer, but a Team Rocket trainer! This is bad, really bad! This is horrible beyond horrible!

I sit down on the cold metal floor, "How could I have been so stupid!? How could I let myself be captured!? No…I stayed with Orion no matter what. He taught me so much and he obviously cared about how I felt when I was sick, so I risked everything because he's my partner. No, he's my friend. Speaking of him, where is he now?"

By the time my dizziness faded and my vision returned, I stood up to walk towards the front of the cage, "Orion! Are you there?"

"Lucas! Thank goodness. Are you okay?" He asks. I can't see him but I know that his cage is next to mine, "I'm ok but Cy captured me!" I explain.

"I told you to run! You're lucky he didn't keep you inside it forever!"

"I know but I didn't want to leave you to fight him alone!" I retort.

"I appreciate it, but it's too late now. The best thing you can do is to ignore his commands when you're in battles."

"Listen Orion, that won't happen. We're getting out of here...today! We just need to find a way!" I grab the cell bars and start shaking them. He hears my attempts to escape and sighs, "I tried that the first day I got here remember? It doesn't work. You're just going to make yourself tired." I hear him sigh very deeply, "You know…this may be the worst time to say this, but you did well out there. You have ambition and that's great because that means you'll never quit no matter what. You helped me a lot and I appreciate it. I just wish I can have as much enthusiasm as you."

"Enthusiasm?"

"Lucas if you were human you would make a great Pokémon trainer."

"Orion-"

"The energy coming from you when you told me which moves to use is just like that of a trainer."

"Thanks Orion, but-" I say before he interrupts me again, "You are really something Lucas, but the truth is...I give up."

"How can you say that!?" I shout to him.

"It's over. We had a chance to escape, but they were one step ahead of us." He responds.

"It was those damn Poké balls that stopped us. We probably could have escaped if it wasn't for Bartoli!" I retort.

"Maybe…" He says softly.

"Orion! Don't be like this! You can't quit!"

"I told myself weeks ago that Rigel may never find me and I think I'm right." Orion says back to me.

"Orion!"

"If you haven't already…look around you." He orders as I do so. I didn't realize that this is actually a completely different room. We were actually pretty high, about six feet in the air. It was high for us at least. To my left I can see a metal door and to my right there are boxes scattered all over the floor. In front of me is a large window with metal bars. Through the window I can see guard towers and Team Rocket Grunts marching across a courtyard.

I was right, this is a prison.

"No...I'm not giving up because of this! We'll figure something out Orion...hopefully..." I sit down next to the bars as my ears droop, my eyes focusing on the seemingly impenetrable fortress outside.

…

I make it to my sleeping quarters and grab my smart-phone. I needed to call Km to make sure she was okay. I dial her Team Rocket cell phone number and wait…I walk aimlessly around the room until.

Click, "Cy…how are you doing?"

I can hear her coughing very badly, "Good. How's that flu treating you?"

"Not very good…they said it could get worse…"

"It won't. Just have plenty of rest. Listen Km did they, by any chance, inject you with anything odd?" I ask.

"I…don't remember. The doctor said…I caught the flu from another patient."

Remembering the surveillance video I say, "Well don't let them put anything that has very dark-purple color fluid inside you, understand!"

"I have to go Cy…sorry. They're nearby, they don't want me talking to others. I'll…talk to you later…"

"Km, don't let them-"

It's too late because she has already hanged up the phone. I sigh as I sit on my bed and lie down. The sun is setting below the western trees from my window as the last rays of sunlight pass by my bed. They also shine on my yellow guitar, which gives me inspiration to play.

I place the capo on the second fret and I begin to play my version of 'Yellow' By Coldplay. The band itself isn't universally known in this region, they're mostly popular in Sinnoh, and Unova. It's especially popular in Unova, which the entertainment capital of the world. Many Team Rocket members like their music. Then again, who doesn't?

Later, the clock strikes twelve and it's dark. I can't sleep, so I stay up just thinking to myself about what was going to happen tomorrow. The hours pass by rather slowly but I eventually begin to get drowsy. I pass out.

The next thing I know is that rays of sunlight hit my face. I open my eyes and check the time on my phone: it is 3:41PM. The sun is once again on the west side only higher, which means I slept for a long time, and I remember that in just barely an hour there's a reception in the main area. I stand up, take a shower, dry and then shave, and finally dress up in semi-formal attire. I look at myself in the mirror…all I need is gel and the transformation into a dork/handsome gentlemen will be complete. I decide not to use it. Hats aren't allowed, so I just lay mine on my bed next to my gloves. I look again in the mirror: I am wearing a long sleeve blue shirt with a black tie, black dress pants and black dress shoes. Good thing my mother still cares about me.

I check the watch again: 4:18PM.

Just in case, I hide a Poké ball containing my Meowth inside my pocket since Diglett is too weak and Fearow is basically dead at this point, hopefully not. The nearest Pokemon Center is two hours away in Viridian City, but maybe they have 'Revive' and 'Potions' here for me to use. Anyway, I make my way outside toward the hallway and I enter the laboratory where Dr. Bartoli is waiting for me. She is wearing a business suit and her long brown hair has been tied into a bun. Her glasses are just below her eyes. Afterwards, she puts them back into place. She sees me and then smiles, "You look dashing!"

I have to admit that she is beautiful with that look. In fact, why the hell doesn't she wear her hair in a bun? It looks ugly straight down.

Stay focused. Remember that she's up to something. Wait…she put the key in her lab coat yesterday. It must be in the storage compartment. If I can get to it I can-

"Not many Grunts such as yourself know that Semi-formal even exists." She places a clipboard on the counter and takes out a sheet of paper from the drawer.

"Good to know." I retort.

"Yes well. This presentation will have high-ranking officials and important members such as yourself. You must feel proud to be a part of the higher food chain." She gives a brochure to me and I quietly take it. I read it.

4th annual Rocket Rise

A presentation for life-changing discoveries with endless possibilities for the future of Team Rocket and humanity

I always thought Rocket Rise was a stupid name. Dr. Bartoli came up with it by the way.

Special thanks to the Team Rocket Astronomical Society and supporting members for making this event possible

I keep reading the rest of the pamphlet to find usual advertising hidden inside. In the last page it has the list of events going on all night. I close the brochure and hold on to it for now. This will be the first time I go to the event and I'm sure as hell not excited for it.

"Ready to go?" She asks. I sigh, "Let's go."

…

We make it to the reception which is filled with dozens of people wearing semi-formal attire, most of them between the ages of forty and sixty. It's a large room, about a hundred feet across. The tables are next to each wall and are littered with the finest food I have ever seen. Countless chairs are in the middle, they all face a seven-foot tall stage. There is a microphone near the edge, but what gets my attention the most is the band playing music at the middle. Four people: three men and one woman playing Ragtime. The tune is familiar to many people; it's called the 'On the Beautiful Blue Danube'. In short, this place is fancy today. Usually it's filled with beds full of Team Rocket members where they can sleep...

Wait a minute! Where are they now? I've been totally oblivious to the fact that this base was packing full of members for about a week and now they're all gone!

Usually you get relocated to another base or outpost when you get promoted or is forced to leave Team Rocket, so does this mean we have a record number of members promoting or an anti-Rocket rebellion going on? It's weird because the most promotions that this base has seen have been 17 and the amount of people who leave only 24 and that was over a period of 2 years! This place has about 400 members and half of those members have suddenly disappeared!

"Come Ansel, I would like you to meet the boss." Dr. Bartoli says in the crowd. I try not to push as I pass through the labyrinth of people to get to my destination. It's loud and people are talking nonsense, which only adds to the irritation. I follow Bartoli to the right and I find her among the claustrophobic crowd. She is standing beside two men: one of them is dressed in an orange suit and is wearing a red tie and the other is wearing a black business suit. She points to the man on the right, "This is Anthony Preston, a specialist at Outpost 3C 273."

"Yes, we've met previously a few days ago. Thank you for taking care of Km for me."

"My pleasure young man. We need more people like you."

We exchange hands with each other as Bartoli leads the man in the orange suit toward me, "Ansel, this is the boss: Mr. Giovanni."

"A pleasure sir." I shake hands with him. His hand is cold as ice just like the fierce glare on his face, "Nice to finally meet you Ansel." He says.

I shiver slightly as I let go, "The same can be said sir."

"Bartoli has told me a lot about you: you've become quite the icon in the eyes of many. You're both feared and beloved. How do you feel?"

"I don't know honestly. Km and I are just doing our job."

"Well said. That's exactly what it's all about in this world: doing what you're told. One day you're taking orders from somebody and then the next day you're doing the same to them."

"It's just that it kind of sucks that I'm in the most wanted list because I want to go back to going places I love without being pursued."

He chuckles slightly as I raise my eyebrow, "I understand, but you've made this organization quite happy with how you've stolen Pokémon. You should be proud."

"I guess I am…"

We see a man come up next to Dr. Bartoli, "It's time doctor."

"Excellent!" She says as she slaps her hands together and begins to walk away, "If you'll excuse us gentlemen." Mr. Giovanni smiles to me, "If you continue with your hard work, you might one day take my place as leader. For you see Ansel: when I see you, I see all my accomplishments. Take care." He walks away to follow Bartoli to the stage. The music stops as the doctor applauds to them.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Please give a big hand for the string quartet!" She shouts as people clap. The musicians walk off stage with their instruments as Bartoli stands next to the microphone. She introduces to us the 4th annual Rocket Rise as Giovanni joins her on stage.

"Now, if you all will please give a moment of silence, we shall dedicate this time for the Team Rocket anthem." Dr. Bartoli says as the lights suddenly dim. The anthem begins with the sound of a rocket blasting off and then proceeds into the chorus as Music, an orchestra to be more specific, begins to play from several speakers.

Let the rocket rise

Let the rocket rise above

Our Team shall rise above

Steal Pokémon for wealth

All Pokémon Exist for Us

Team Rocket shall rise above

When the anthem ends a loud applause, which is louder than the anthem itself, echoes the entire room. Giovanni then gives a speech about his life's work and then compliments Bartoli and the scientists involved. When he's done, he goes to sit down. Everyone applauds him.

Dr. Bartoli once again claps, "Thank you for that wonderful speech sir." She fixes her glasses, "Thanks to the efforts of many volunteers, scientists, and myself, we have achieved the impossible. Now ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you…possibly the most successful item that this organization has ever invented: Formula R-7-3!"

Everyone applauds as a man, carrying a vial containing dark purple fluid, hands the formula to the doctor. She brandishes it to everybody off stage, "This liquid has been tested and has proven that we humans…are superior in every way."

She fixes her glasses again, "This formula makes both strong and weak Pokémon much more powerful and will make people want to buy it for that reason alone; however, this is only the beginning! There is also another effect that can be achieved by using the formula and I shall demonstrate it to all of you momentarily."

Dr. Bartoli calls for a Team Rocket Grunt to come on the stage; he's the only one in this room without a semi-formal dress code. He stands in the middle as the doctor brandishes a device on her other hand, "In a few moments, a Needlebot will enter the room and fly above this young man's head. Do not worry, if the machine is destroyed it will only fall above the stage and will not land on anyone's head!"

Everyone is confused, except Giovanni, but I know exactly what she's talking about…

She presses the button and a Needlebot enters and hovers above the young man's head.

"Use Thundershock." Dr. Bartoli orders the Grunt. He smiles as he raises his hand towards the robot.

Suddenly…as if this had turned into a crazy dream, electricity explodes from his body as he destroys the Needlebot. Gasps echo the room as loud conversations follow afterwards. Giovanni stands up in astonishment.

Dr. Bartoli smiles, "As you can see, the formula can also make humans use the abilities of Pokémon; however, so far it has only been successful on those with the O+ blood type. Those with any other blood type have unfortunately been met with unforeseen consequences. Many of which I cannot describe to any of you publicly. But I can assure you ladies and gentlemen…this is the future of Team Rocket and of mankind!"

I lower my head down as I thought of the folder I saw back at the laboratory.

I'm O+ blood type, so does that mean…is she really planning on using me for her sick experiments? Either way, she did it. She was right about getting humans to use Pokémon abilities. But…what will people think about this? It's…unnatural…but furthermore…what happens now to me? To Km? To everyone involved? I have to go back to the lab…right now.

I make my way to the exit as I run to the laboratory. The noise coming from the reception fades quickly as the sound of my feet hitting the cold metal floor takes over. I open the door with my card key and search the storage room for Bartoli's lab coat. I find it and I'm glad to see that her key is inside the pocket where she left it. With haste, I make it back into the lab and unlock the shock-proof case. I take out the laptop and I search for the folder again: it's still there. I search its contents and…

I find my name…

Not only that, but I also find Km's name on the list too. A surge of mixed emotions begin to stir in my mind.

How could she do this to us!?

All those people…

I have to see for myself…

I take the laptop and I walk down the hallway to the video surveillance room. It's always empty because the cameras automatically pick up any sense of threat in the facility. I remember the camera in the laboratory needed replacement yesterday, so that's why the alarm didn't go off on its own.

I check the records, one by one: first I check the first person on the list.

This person is a Grunt and she has B+ blood type and transformed into a Pidgey. Afterwards, she somehow flies into the camera and the video stops. No doubt this was the most recent.

After seeing the video, I check the records: 'died of rejection'

I keep going down the list, eventually I find out that everyone who has had B+ blood type so far have been turned into Pokémon and have suffered the same fate.

I did find subjects with several blood types of A+ and B-, but the ones with A+ has shown to have died from the flu afterwards. I find AB+ to be the same thing: 'died of the flu'

So far, any subject with positive blood type have either died of the flu or died of rejection. The ones with negative blood type have survived indefinitely for whatever reason.

Seeing all these people turn into many different kinds of Pokémon and dying afterwards made me boil with rage. I hit the desk with my fist.

Dr. Bartoli didn't care about these people! She was using them for twisted experiments! How could she do such a thing!? Now I know how it feels like to be tortured by her! How could I have been so damn foolish!? These people didn't volunteer! They were forced to be used in the experiment! Just look at them struggling to get out before they even get injected!

…our guest, I have to find him on this list.

As I read down the list looking for him, I found one that did not have a last name.

Subject: 'Lucas'

Blood type: AB-

Date: 9/26/

I set the date of the video to September 26. That was two weeks ago. I watch the video.

Bingo. It's him. And she must have taken a blood sample from him after he turned.

I read from the list: 'First subject to be used for Formula R-7-3 and the first to survive from both rejection and the Flu. Possible future use of formula on negative blood-types is discretionary'

I bang my fist on the desk again, "If I could go back in time, I would stop all of this!"

I then look for O+, my blood type. I look for several and I find that all of them have not been turned into Pokémon at all. They simply got the flu and afterwards gained the ability to use Pokémon moves at will. This is according to the list of course. So, this is the only case where a positive blood type has survived.

Suddenly I hear a door open behind me as light enters the room. I get my Poké ball out and aim it towards the door. I see a silhouette walk towards me which then shapes into Dr. Bartoli thanks to the light coming from the laptop and the surveillance video monitors.

"Ansel, what are you doing here and why did you steal the key from me?"

She's been doing this for two weeks and it was up until when she perfected her formula where she stopped doing this. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe she'll never stop this. She is planning on using me and Km next as part of her elaborate scheme. One thing is for sure…I might kill her because of this.

"Somebody told me you walked out and headed for the laboratory. I tried finding you there and in your room as well as the 'cage', but I found you here instead. Why are you here."

I place the Pokémon ball back in my pocket as I see Bartoli walk towards me. I run towards her to push her into the wall beside the entrance. Despite her being taller than me, my strength is much stronger than hers.

"You better have a good explanation for this Bartoli! You better tell me what the hell your plan is!"

"I thought you knew." She says coldly.

"Explain again doctor!?" I shout into her face, my saliva hitting her cheeks as she tries to move away, "I've told you from day one, the goal of this formula is to give humans the abilities of Pokémon and perhaps even make us much stronger than them."

I shake my head, "And Lucas? Why were you as interested in his performance as a Pokémon?"

"The idea of making Pokémon stronger is only a lie. Our guest became stronger because it somehow happens to AB- blood types. Only two cases have confirmed this. Either way, he's not the future. He's just a cover up. Despite this, remember our goal is to also make them serve us willingly and Lucas is quite strong for a Pikachu, so that's why I have interest in him."

She smiles again, "Wipe that fucking grin off your face." I shout.

"Concerning the future, you and Km…"

"Yea about Km! Why did you even think of using her!?"

"…both share the similar DNA and blood-type characteristics as the other successful experiments. If I give you the formula now, you would gain the abilities of any random Pokémon."

"I don't want to become a freak show! I never signed up for this!"

"No one ever did. This is business and it's also to save mankind from extinction."

I let go of her as I back away slowly.

"I trusted you…Bartoli…"

"I still trust you Ansel."

"Me and Km were just tools for you…"

"For a good cause." She retorts.

"…you never cared did you…about Km? You only helped us in Viridian Forest because you saw it as an opportunity…to use us?"

She takes off her glasses, "I helped you so you can become stronger. The world is changing Ansel. Faster than you think. Pokémon are getting stronger and more intelligent as the decades go by. Some top scientists have already anticipated that they will ultimately rage war on humanity for independence. It's going to happen Ansel. You don't seem to realize how important this is for me and Giovanni let alone the entire human race. By giving humans the abilities of Pokémon, we are giving ourselves a chance to survive."

"You've lost it…you're crazy." I say softly.

I look back toward the laptop, "All those people you turned into Pokémon…died…just to give humans Pokémon abilities?"

She puts her glasses back on accordingly, "Put to sleep before they suffered too much from the pain. You have to realize that the process kills about 75% of all volunteers due to rejection or the flu. Those with negative blood types have survived. Why did they survive? Why is the sky blue? We don't know." She giggles.

I ram her against the wall again, "Volunteers!? Those people didn't have anything to say about it! Don't lie to me, I saw the videos! You turned them into animals against their will! Just like that guy, Lucas!"

"Let me finish. The other percentage includes the survivors of the formula before it was perfected: Lucas and several other Pokémon and the humans with Pokémon abilities. I found out that the only humans truly compatible with the Formula are those with the universal O+ blood type."

"You're so full of shit! Do you even realize who you are? You're a murderer! This isn't a game Dr. Bartoli! This is genocide!"

"Sacrifices must be made to ensure that humanity survives. It's survival of the fittest, Ansel. Understand this."

I stare at her fire-red eyes for a long time. My hands shake from frustration, "I can't hear anymore of this. I'm going back to my room…" I let go of her. I then slam the door open with all of my strength to leave.

…

I take off my semi formal attire quickly as I put on my black hat, my black/green jacket, jeans and my boots. I take all my Poké balls with me and I throw my guitar over my shoulder as I do the same with my camo-messenger bag but on the opposite side. I take everything I need: water, food, medicine. I have my survival knife, so if worst comes to worst I'll revert to my primal instincts for survival.

I dial Km's number and I wait for an answer.

Click "Cy! Thank goodness you called!"

"I'm coming to get you. It's not safe there. Get everything you need together."

"Listen Cy…I think something is happening to me…no! Stay away-"

"Km!?"

No use, the line is dead.

"Km!"

We're sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable. Please try again.

"Damn you!" I throw the phone toward the wall and hold my hands on my head in frustration.

Something happened to her and I'm leaving now. I only have Meowth and Diglett to help me through Viridian Forest. I have no potions to help them through this, so I hope for the best. I plan on taking the jeep with as much force as I can muster.

I know I'm going to cause a racket. I need a distraction in order to get to the jeep.

I mind as well leave Team Rocket with a bang.