Chapter Two
Last time…
Larch was reminded of an old project of his that went mad and escaped, and must meet back with his old friends and allies to stop it! But the project showed that it's become a bit more powerful since last time, and so, they have to be careful, or the world could face a major disaster…
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They had been walking for a bit of time, but were nearly to the destination: Kanto International Airport, which would fly them right to Cinnabar Island, in theory.
"Well, that was kind of scary," Said Anne, referring to the virus. "What else can it do?"
"Nigh on anything, really." Larch responded. "In fact, if it gained enough power, it could theoretically hack into the fabric of reality."
Anne and Ralph looked at him in shock. Reality? Reality was rather important; all of their stuff was in it.
"I'm kidding!" He shouted. "It can only hack into technological devices. Reality is safe."
"Don't do that again, please." Ralph asked, his twitching increasing slightly.
"Hey!" A voice called out suddenly, one that none of them recognized.
"Who's there?" Larch demanded, his hand on Rembrandt's PokeBall.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just wanted to show you how to catch a Pokemon." The unknown man said, hidden in the shadows.
"We already know how to do that well enough." Larch shot back.
"Oh, come on, please?"
"Shove off!"
The man came out of the shadows, revealing exactly who he was. His hair was thinning and turning gray, while his moustache had been shaved. But it was obvious who it was: Christopher Brady, the evil nutjob.
"I will have nothing to do with you!" Larch shouted, starting to run away.
"Wait!" Chris shouted after him.
"Come on, Berkeley, hear him out!" Anne asked.
"He tried to kill me!" Larch shouted, turning around in his tracks. "Not to mention the other such murders! And grand larceny! And tax fraud!" Larch paused, realizing that was a poor place to end on compared to the other such crimes. He tried to think up something, but Chris beat him to it.
"That's what you finish up with? Tax fraud? How about"
"You are one of the worst criminals alive! No, you are the worst criminal alive! I'm calling the police!"
"No!" He shouted. "I can't go back!"
"Well, sorry, but… he's right. You're a criminal." Anne said back to him.
"Please, I want to go with you! I want to start over!"
"You can't start over from that, you great balmy twit!" Larch insisted. "You've killed people! Oh, forget this." Larch pulled out his cell phone and started dialing the nearest police station.
"Larch, come on!" Anne said. "He could help us!"
"Or, he could kill all of us and take our money!"
"He won't do that if it's going to doom the world!" Anne retorted.
"What?" Chris asked. "What do you mean?"
"There's a virus that's going to destroy everything." Ralph said.
"Ralph!" Larch shouted. "Don't help him!"
"I could help with that, whatever it is!" Chris said, desperately pleading to get on their good side, and failing miserably.
"Sorry, but the answer is still no. Goodbye." Larch walked off without even looking back.
Anne and Ralph gave one last look at Chris, and followed after Larch.
Soon after they had all gone out of sight, Chris sighed to himself.
"What have I done with my life?" He thought to himself, before sneaking after them, wanting to still go with them, somehow…
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Kanto International Airport
"Finally, we're here." Larch said, happy that he would finally be able to start on the adventure. "Which one of us had the tickets, again?"
"You did." Anne said.
"Oh, yes, of course. Let's just get on the flight." Larch rubbed his forehead. "Good lord."
They walked over to the booth that their tickets were valid at, and gave them to the man behind the desk. He loaded them into his computer, and made a most interesting discovery.
"Um…it would appear that all three of you are on the no-fly list."
"What?" Larch asked in sheer bewilderment. "That's impossible!"
"I'm sorry, but we'll have to call airport security."
He pressed a button under his desk and whispered something, immediately noting several nearby guards, who started walking towards them.
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"I've told you repeatedly, we don't belong on that list!"
Larch, Anne, and Ralph were currently sitting in a prison cell, after a very thorough search. Not quite that thorough, but still. Larch was talking to a security guard on the outside of the cell, charged with keeping them out.
"Well, you're on it, and a full search isn't going to change that!"
"Uh," Ralph interrupted, "Don't I get a phone call?"
"Well, I suppose…" The guard thought for a bit, and came to a different conclusion, "of course, you could call the number to activate a bomb, so, no."
"This is a load of bollocks!" Larch shouted in anger. "I demand a phone call!"
"Well…fine." The man got up, and opened the cell. "You get one call."
Larch exited the cell and walked to the phone.
"What was that number again?" He asked himself. "Ah, yes."
He typed in Muldoon's number, and waited for him to pick up the phone.
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"Hello?" Muldoon asked, waiting in the van.
"Hi, we're currently in a holding cell at the airport, so, could you help with that?"
"What?" Muldoon asked in rage. "How is that possible?"
"We're on the no-fly list."
Muldoon sighed. "Well, just hold on, I'll be over as soon as possible."
"Thank you." Larch hung up, and got back in his cell, waiting for Muldoon to arrive.
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"Well, Larch, this is absolutely fantastic." Muldoon said sarcastically. He had managed to get them off the no-fly list, but they had missed the flight. This, however, was irrelevant, as they could still, er, "commandeer" a plane. Conviently, there was a private jet taking off for...somebody that day, and thus, he could get that.
"Well, I'm sorry that Missingno made us into terrorists! I've hardly ever even flown!" Larch shouted.
"Quiet, you idiot!" Muldoon whispered. "If they hear that word, we'll have to repeat this whole process."
"Excuse me?" Somebody asked from behind them. They turned around, and saw that he was a very aged man; the only hair he had left was a small bit on the edge of his head, and his skin was quite pale.
"Hey, sir, this is very private business. Please leave us alone."
"It's not that private. I know all about Missingno. I worked on the project."
"You did?" Asked Anne.
"Yes. In fact, I helped to code the adaptive response module, and I know how to negate it."
"Really?" Larch asked. "Well, I suppose some additional help wouldn't hurt."
"Oh, thank you!" The man said.
"Well, that's all well and good, but we still have to get to Cinnabar!" Muldoon said. "Come with me, we can borrow a plane. There's a private flight taking off soon."
"Define 'borrow'." Larch asked.
But it was too late. Muldoon had already walked off towards a seperate terminal, far away from the normal ones, and was in the process of commandeering the plane by showing his badge to the personnel there.
"Muldoon, please, is that entirely necessary?" Larch yelled to him, worried about the whole legality of the situation.
Muldoon apparently didn't hear him, as he put his badge away and walked back towards them.
"We'll have a plane ready for us in a few minutes."
"Did you really have to do that, though? It just seems unnecessary."
"The safety of the world is at stake, Larch. Nothing is 'unnecessary. Follow me, please." With that, Muldoon walked off, and the remaining group followed him, except the mysterious man that they had just met.
"Oh, this is excellent…" he whispered to himself. "This is most excellent indeed…"
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I don't really have much else to say except this is AwkwardVulpix, over and out.