Welcome back! Not a whole lot to talk about here, but I do have some A.N.s that should be addressed. First off, a few of you noticed grammatical and spelling errors in the last chapter or two. I am aware of this. My current spell check system, (the 4th or 5th I've been through), seems to be missing these things. I do go through and check for some personally, but obviously I miss a lot. I don't have the time tragically to go through every chapter several times for errors, as I barely have the time to write the chapter! So if you see any mistakes, I apologize for them. Also, some people have noted, (and possibly even been upset over), the similarities between Team Rocket and the Nazis of WWII. I do not mean to offend any people out there by doing this. However, I find that the best way to feel and understand the evils of Team Rocket is to show comparisons between them and the most evil of organizations in the real world. Team Rocket originally WAS based off of groups like Nazis to begin with. So if anyone is offended or insulted over the matter, I do apologize. And as a final note, I noticed that much less people are F.A. for the last few chapters, hopefully you're just busy and can't get to it right now, and it's not an issue with alerts. Be sure to check in once in awhile ig it is, I don't know how to fix that! Anyway, let's get going!
-EVAN AAML
Angel sighed in relief when they had reached the familiar halls she had gone through when she first arrived to the base. They had been walking for a few minutes, but luckily Michael and Trent knew where they were going. Now Angel could finally get her errands finished with and she could focus more on rescuing her parents. The four of them all talked with each other and cracked jokes. Whether this was merely living in the moment, or purposely trying to hide the grim fact that they've lost friends and allies, none of them knew.
"Finally, we made it, thank you Michael, Trent, we were lost back there", Riles said to the teens. Trent nodded with a smile while Michael gave a thumbs up.
"No problem!", Michael said.
"So, what are we in charge of doing down in the basement?", Trent asked. He had by now finished his smoothie and walked with his hands in his pockets. Angel turned around while walking, (now walking backwards), and replied.
"Ash said I'm supposed to go down in the basement and find the quarter master. He's supposed to give me information on what we have and if we're ready for an attack on Veridian. Then afterwards I'm supposed to go and look for a girl named Brenna and give her the flashdrive May got from the databases on New Island. She's gonna go through it and see what we can find", Angel explained.
"Sounds simple enough", Michael stated.
"I think so too", Angel said. It was clear that she was disappointed in the simplicity of it all, but she supposed that it was better than nothing. Despite her lack of confidence, at least she was trusted to do something. It was at this point that they had reached a room Angel was familiar with. It was the second computer room located to the left of the main entrance to the base. It was here that she had seen the pictures on the wall, and here where the door to the basement was located. The group continued their walk as they headed over to the door, which was now visible. As they walked, Angel briefly looked to her left. When she did, she stopped walking, ignoring the boys who walked past her.
She had recalled seeing the table twice before, but not once stopping to see what it was. The table with the files on it, with pictures of rebels with bold red letters stamped over it, and Pokeball belts that were left untouched. The two times she had looked at it there were few things on it, but now...
Now it was over-flowing with files and belts.
The paperwork covered every square inch of the table, so much so that it was all in large piles, no organization left. There were so many Pokeball belts that they were placed in large boxes under and near the table. The boxes however were in fact organized in some way, as initials were placed on the boxes they were in. Angel looked at the table, now realizing what in fact the table was used for. She walked over to the table slowly, cautiously, looking at the files scattered all over it. The pictures were much more visible now, and the red letters legible.
K.I.A.
These were all of the people who were killed on New Island, this many people never made it back home with her. She realized then that the files she had seen on the table previously were the "friends lost" Ash had mentioned when she first arrived. This must of been where they placed the deceased information. Probably for others to see, in case they didn't know if their friends were dead. Angel looked over the faces on the files. They were all simple "mug shots", though the people on them were happy, mostly smiling, some giving small poses. Boys and girls of all different ages were spread across the table. However, the happy faces and funny pictures were overshadowed by the large red letters. Somewhat tragically symbolic in a way, the red letters designating the people as killed in action were much like the red letters of Team Rocket.
Most of the people Angel did not recognize, people she had either never seen, or if she had, only briefly. Some of them however Angel did recognize, in one way or another. Some of the people were in her squad, they were victims of the Charizard attack while she was working on taking down the array. Others were on the boat when it was attacked by the Rocket speed boats. She moved some of the files around, making sure not to make a bigger mess than was already there. As she did, something caught her eye. One of the files caused her to gasp quietly and sadly. It was Jonny's file.
The picture, like all of the others, was somewhat cheerful. It was colored and taken with a white background. Jonny had a big smile on his face and gave a wink to the camera. His shoulders looked closer together, as if he was crossing his arms during the shot. The letters K.I.A. were stamped across the picture in a diagonal angle. Angel picked up the file and looked at it more intently. Below the picture was information of Jonny.
Full Name: Jonathan "Jonny" Winters
Age: 18
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 170 lbs
Blood Type: A
Birthplace: Mauville City, Hoenn Region
Family: ?
Date of Initiation: July 19th, 15th year of Rocket control
Date of Death: July 30th, 15th year of Rocket control
Official Cause of Death: Drowning, off coast of New Island during initial siege
Pokemon Total: Seviper (1)
The rest of the files were merely more background information papers, paperwork that Jonny himself had filled out, and some papers that apparently were owned by Jonny, but were probably not of much importance. Angel sighed heavily. Of all the people that were lost, of all the people she had come to know only to lose them so quickly, Jonny seemed to be the one she always looked back to. She had grown attached to Jonny, seeing him train with Nick, being protected by him when Rocket U.C.s were hiding in Pallet, and when they had ridden together on the way to the shore the night before. She immediately thought back to Seviper, and how she had saved it from the Rockets, and in turn Seviper saved her from the same threat. Poor thing, it had lost its one and only trainer, its family.
She then reflected back to those moments, back in the boiler room of New Island. Where she had a out of body experience with the Pokeball, before throwing it to save Emily. And again, just before returning Seviper to its Pokeball. At first it had scared her, confused her; it wasn't until afterwards that she realized what it was. Jonny had appeared to her, like an apparition, a spirit...a soul. He was there to guide her when she was scared and confused, and gave her a feeling of peace and confidence. It was as if he had become a guardian angel to her. She couldn't help but smile at the thought.
Angel then looked through the other files, keeping sure that Jonny's was still in front of her. She saw some faces she recognized, though not by name. She eventually spotted one that was a bit more recognizable. This was the face of the man she had watch sacrifice himself to save the bus; the one who blew up with the Rocket jeep. She had seen his face previously, though she never really got to know him. His picture was not as cheery as Jonny's or the others, he merely looked at the camera. He had a smile, though it was small, she took him as the shy type, at least at the time of the picture being taken. His name was Jacob, though that was all she had decided to look at. She placed this file to the side and continued to look.
Within a few seconds, she found another one she knew, this was Jeremy's. The communications rebel who was taken out by the sniper just before their return home. She still recalled the horrifying moment. Though Aleksi had made sure to cover her eyes the moment it happened, she still had seen a brief second of it. She had just happened to turn at the precise moment the bullet struck Jeremy's head. She recalled seeing the flash of the bullet as it went through the back of his skull, and through the sides of the walls on the boat. She saw the blood, the brain and skull matter, and immediately turned away. It was then that Aleksi covered her eyes, just seconds too late.
His picture was happy, like Jonny's, though his picture showed more of a slight cocky arrogance. He had a smirk on his face, and he gave a thumb's up to the camera. Jeremy was someone she had gotten to know more than Jonny, since he was in her squad throughout the New Island siege. However, despite that, she didn't seem as attached as she was to Jonny. Regardless, she hoped that he too, like everyone else here, had found peace. She also hoped that Gengar, Jeremy's Pokemon, was coping with the lose. She thought that perhaps, since Gengar was a ghost Pokemon, it could see its trainer and the rest of the deceased PTA in the next life. It was a depressing feeling, but it did seem to make her more confident that they were all in a better place.
Her train of thought was immediately stopped when she heard her name being called out.
"Angel?", someone asked. Angel turned to her right to see the three boys, standing there, wondering what she was doing. Riles was the one who was closest, and was the one who asked for her.
"Yeah, sorry guys, I got...distracted", Angel said, turning back to the files. The boys did not know what they were, and approached the table to see what she was looking at. When they had reached it, and saw what she was looking through, all of their expressions changed. Michael had a tough time looking at the table, he was not one who coped with death well, especially after what had happened to his squad on New Island, and then when Jacob had died saving him and the others. Trent looked down, in silence. He was more used to death, but it still took its toll on the young rebel. Riles immediately grabbed his cross from his shirt and began to mumble prayers to the table. None of the people near him dared to stop him.
"This is...everyone we lost?", Michael asked in shock, disturbed and saddened. Angel nodded somberly.
"Yes...everyone who didn't make it home", Angel said. Trent looked over the files more intently, making sure to give Riles his space for his prayers.
"We sure lost a lot of friends...didn't we?", Trent asked. Angel nodded.
"Too many", Angel responded. Trent nodded in agreement.
"This is why we're going to bring Team Rocket down. We can't let them do this to any more innocent people. These were our allies, our friends, our family. We're going to stop them, and save everyone", Trent said. Angel was shocked at the confidence and pride that Trent showed in these words. He was a quiet individual who didn't seem to express his true feelings much, at least Angel saw it that way. But clearly he had more passion in his actions. Riles had finished his prayers and had just made a holy cross symbol with his hands before looking to the others. Michael, who was uncomfortable with the situation, tried to change the subject.
"So then, should we get going?", Michael asked. Angel turned to him, and could see how uncomfortable he was with the situation. She always forgets, that despite him being older than her, and him having such skills in the PTA, he was in fact just a kid. Not even an adult in legal standards. He still found it difficult to talk about things like death, especially the deaths of those who were so close to all of them. Angel understood this entirely, and nodded.
"Yeah, let's go", Angel said. Meanwhile, in another section of the base, tensions were growing higher and emotions were tight as the important meeting of the final attack on Team Rocket was still underway. With the idea of Angel's parents possibly being dead, Aleksi had become emotionally distraught. Evan tried his best to calm her, but found it difficult. He himself was also extremely concerned, which didn't help matters any. Ash was well aware of what the conversation started, and as much as he regretted bringing it up, he knew that it was important they knew. They deserved to know.
The region leaders were also concerned over the matter as well. They were aware of the possibilities in that those they were going to save could already be gone. They had seen it before, and they would never put something as evil and demonic as this past Team Rocket. They wanted to save them all just as much as everyone else, but they didn't want to be entirely optimistic in the situation.
"I know that this is hard to take in, it took me awhile to accept the fact that this could happen. But rest assured, we're going to do everything we can to make sure we rescue them in time", Ash said. Darrel turned to look to Ash. He was angered by the whole conversation, but tried to stay on topic.
"How...how do we know that they're not already gone?", Darrel asked.
"We've still got a couple spies keeping an eye on the base there. We've noticed that there is always a sequence of events that goes on before we suspect that they exterminate the prisoners. So far, we've yet to see any of those events take place", Brock explained. Emily nodded.
"He's right. None of the spies have reported anything out of the usual, so it's safe to say that they're still alive. In fact, there's reports that another shipment or two will arrive to the base within the next month, and there's a good chance that these shipments are more prisoners coming in. We've found that there are usually about ten shipments of these kind before the sequences begin, and so far they've only had five", Emily explained. The rebels and region leaders all had a slight sigh of relief, and their hearts seemed to calm down.
"Ok then, with that in mind, let's hurry up and get this planned out as much as we can then", Evan said, holding Aleksi's hand in reassurance. Aleksi nodded in agreement.
"Good", Ash said. He then stood up and leaned over the table, looking over the paperwork. He pointed to one in particular, the rough sketch map that Emily drew of the base, to her knowledge. "If the base is designed like Emily said it is, then a full forced attack on one side is out of the question. We won't be able to save the prisoners or take Giovanni without problems. We'll have to pull off sequential assaults in different spots one after another if we're going to get this done right", Ash explained.
"Like on New Island?", Dawn asked. Ash looked to her briefly and nodded.
"Right, like on New Island", Ash said.
"Getting there will be a bit easier and quicker since Veridian City is so much closer than New Island. But that doesn't mean this is going to be any easier", Brock explained.
"How are we going to get inside the base?", Nick asked. Misty turned and looked to Brian.
"Brian? What can you do for us?", Misty asked. Brian gleamed and tried to think of an idea. He loved his explosives.
"Well, it depends on what you're looking for. I mean, I can make something to take the entire base off of the map", Brian said.
"Obviously that's not what we want", Gary said. "We can't afford to sacrifice the prisoners and it would be impossible to I.D. Giovanni's body in the wreckage", Gary explained. Brian nodded.
"Clearly. I lost a lot of my equipment in the New Island mission, and it could take me awhile to get the supplies for more D-5 explosives", Brian stated.
"What do you have on you?", Ash asked. Brian smiled some more and pulled up a backpack from the floor. Carefully, he pulled out explosive after explosive and placed them on the table. Most of them were relatively small, all of them being handheld at least. When he finished, he placed the backpack on the table and showed off the bombs.
"I have a lot more of these Pokeball bombs, although I don't know how effective these will be in the attack. Then there's my collection of pipe bombs, they're small and have a impressive kick, plus I added shrapnel into them for extra damage. Unfortunately, I only have a few of these right now, but they're quick and easy to make. Then there are these Thermobaric explosives, which I normally put into our RPGs or Bazookas. I'm extremely low on these since I lost materials with Misty's boat. Plus I have small grenades and about, two or three plastic devices here", Brian explained in detail, holding and showing each explosive as he mentioned it.
"A nice collection", Max said in shock and awe. As a kid, he naturally loved explosions, regardless of what type they were. The others on the other hand seemed less impressed.
"They're nice and all, but those are relatively small", Emily said. Brian was aware that she had a brief knowledge in bombs, though how she knew about them he didn't know. He was insulted in her comment, but didn't let it get to him.
"I'm aware of that, thank you", Brian stated with some distaste. Emily didn't seemed bothered by this at all, despite making new friends during the battle, she was still cold towards those she did not know well. Brian then looked to Ash. "I can make more, but I don't think I could make much bigger than these in time...unless". This caught the attention of the others.
"Unless?", Drew asked. Brian seemed to be in deep thought over the idea going through his head. He tapped his fingers on the table, one after the other, until he stopped in mid motion, and looked to the others.
"...I, do have this, other bomb", Brian said. The others listened in to what he was going to say. "It's a special bomb, one that I've been saving for just such an occasion. It's an EMP bomb. It releases a electromagnetic pulse in the form of a burst from a bomb. But, unlike say, the D-5, this explosion isn't very big, in fact, it'll barely cause much damage physically". The others listened in intently. Some of them were aware of what a electromagnetic pulse was, but they wanted to know the details. "If I use the EMP bomb, I could probably shut down the entire Rocket base, and for that matter, the entire town of Veridian and the surrounding areas".
"Shit man!", Nick said.
"Why didn't you use that on the array then dog?", Darrel asked. Brian looked to him.
"Unfortunately, there are some drawbacks to this thing. For one thing, it's extremely sensitive. It's a lot of hardware to it and one little thing can cause it to malfunction. On top of that, the thing is bulky and heavy as hell. The sucker's impossible to move without like, a massive truck. Not exactly the most discrete of deployments now is it? And unlike my other bombs, which I can make plenty of, this thing's a one time deal. I don't think I would be able to make another one like this, most of the parts came from Rocket technology we swiped awhile back", Brian explained.
"How would it work?", Ash asked, interested.
"Well, all I need to do is set it in a good location and press a button. Or for that matter, I could just use a timer. It's all one big machine with all of the components needed to run it built in. What it does is, it sets off a triggering mechanism that'll set off two separate components of the machine, both at the same time and within milliseconds of each other. I placed inside of the machine some basic C-4, which will cause the explosion. A decent bomb but nothing that will make of much use to the base. But electromagnetic pulses are faster than explosions. Just before the bomb itself goes off, the EMP will, shutting down all of the electronics of the base and surrounding area", Brian described.
"Wouldn't that shut off power here at the base too? We can't afford that", Drew said. May nodded in agreement. Brian however shook his head.
"Nah, it shouldn't anyway, Pallet should be out of range", Brian said.
"What about back up generators? The Rocket base is bound to have the best back ups money can buy. Will the EMP shut them down too?", Ash asked.
"If they were small then I'd say so, but they won't be. I doubt the EMP would break them too, but it shouldn't matter, the base running on back ups will cause faults in their systems, they'll probably shut off a lot of stuff just to conserve energy", Brian said.
"How long will it last?", Misty asked. Brian shrugged.
"Depends on where I detonate it. If I do it just outside of Veridian, which would be safest, then it should last for like, an hour? But that's an awful bad guess, I honestly don't know the details", Brian said. The others all shuddered. They couldn't run based on "guesses". They needed to make sure that the EMP bomb would be at it's most efficient. Brock thought for a moment, and then came to a suggestion.
"How about...if you did it in the base?", Brock asked. Brian scoffed.
"If I did that they'd never get their main power back, not while we're attacking it. We'd either be victorious or dead by the time it'd wear off. But there's no way we're gonna get that thing through their doors!", Brian said. Brock grinned slightly, something that Ash couldn't help but smile at. Brock was one of the smartest people he knew, not just with Pokemon, but with everything. That's why he made him his second in command, he was his best friend, and a damn good general.
"What if we didn't need to bring it in through the doors...why not...from the ground?", Brock asked. The others all seemed confused.
"Like, with a Pokemon?", Sawyer asked. "Dig it through to their lowest basement level?".
"Sure, why not? A big enough Pokemon would be able to move it easily, and it could place it right under the base", Evan explained.
"I guess my Onix Tremor could do that", Brian said while thinking.
"But wait, that might not go as easily as expected", Max said. The others all looked to him. Gary, knowing what he was going to say, went on.
"He's right. Team Rocket has several seismographs set up around the area, used in case anyone would use a massive Pokemon or massive attack like Earthquake to attack the base. It would detect Brian's Pokemon moving underground", Gary said.
"Maybe not", Evan said. Everyone looked to Evan, wondering what he meant by this. "Onix are made of rock and can move through dirt very easily. They eat rock and dirt for nutrients by breaking it down through their incredibly rough digestive system. So long as Tremor could move through slowly it shouldn't be a problem", Evan explained. Everyone looked to him, somewhat shocked and impressed. Evan sweatdropped. "I told you guys before I was a Pokemon Biologist before the war". Aleksi smiled at this.
"Wow, that's really impressive that you know so much Evan. You should battle with me when we train, put that knowledge to the test!", Aleksi said with a smile. Evan smiled back at her. He blushed slightly, but tried to hide it by grabbing a cigarette from his chest pocket and putting it in his mouth. He clicked open his lighter and soon lit the cigarette.
"I'd love to", Evan said. Aleksi giggled a bit.
"Ok, can we put the little romantic feelings away for now, we're trying to work here", Nick said. Aleksi grew bright red while Evan looked away from the others. This caused a stifle of laughter from the group. While this was going on, Angel and the others were just now going through the basement levels of the base. They had already passed by the Pokemon training grounds and the smaller storage rooms where she had run into Evan. Now they were going by more and more closed doors, uncertain of which one led to what they were looking for. Angel looked at each door, but not one of them had a sign saying what was behind it.
"There's so many doors to choose from!", Angel said in disbelief.
"I know, what do we do, keep choosing doors and hope we find what we're looking for?", Riles asked.
"Hmm, well, the biggest storage room out of all of these is right down here, so I would imagine that that's where we need to go. But if not, then...yeah, we'll have to look through all the doors", Michael said matter of factly. He clearly had no problem with the idea of looking through all of them. Most likely because he knew that it would mean not doing other work. Angel however hoped that this quarter master Eli was in the large room they were heading for.
Within a few seconds they had stopped and Michael turned to face a door. This door was no different than any of the other white doors in the hall, how he knew this was it was beyond her.
"Here we are!", Michael said.
"Have you ever met this guy before Michael?", Trent asked. He seemed just as curious as everyone else. Michael shook his head.
"No, in fact, I've never even been inside before. I just happen to know that this is where it is", Michael said. Angel stepped forward and turned the knob on the door. As expected, it was unlocked. She opened the door and the four of them stepped inside. To their shock, the room was enormous, it seemed to be endless. Large boxes of different shapes and sizes covered the room, stacked on top of each other. A few of the boxes were open, showing paper like material for package protection. To their left was a large desk covered in papers and pencils, along with a large lamp and a old looking rocking chair.
"HELLO?", Angel yelled out. her voice echoed all the way down the room. From the distance, a voice called back.
"YES, JUST A MINUTE!", someone called out. It sounded like the voice came from a mile away. Angel was relieved that someone was here. All they had to do was wait. Michael approached one of the open boxes that was situated not to far away from them. He walked up to it and looked inside, nothing was in it. He sighed.
"I can't imagine looking through all of these boxes for stuff", Michael said. He noticed that the cover to the crate was laying against the side of the box, to the right of him. Michael picked it up and placed it haphazardly on the crate. Once he did, he gasped. Everyone turned to him.
"What?", Angel asked. Michael lifted up the end of the crate cover, showing it off to the others.
"Does this look familiar to you?", Michael asked. On top of the crate cover, painted with detail, was a large letter "R". The others gasped as well.
"Yep, a lot of these items are really from Team Rocket", a voice called out. Michael in shock dropped the cover of the crate, letting it land back on top of the box. Everyone looked over to their front, opposite the entrance. Standing a few feet away from them, with a smile on his face, was an older male. He slowly approached them, taking off his glasses and wiping them with his shirt. He was very old, possibly even older than Prof. Oak, though it was hard to tell for certain. His face was wrinkled and worn, but it held a sense of happiness and tranquility. He wore a pencil in his ear, which stuck through his gray hair. He had a big white mustache and bright blue eyes. This man wore dark blue worn jeans and a long sleeve black shirt with a brown vest over it, and dark brown boots that made a loud noise when he stepped on them due to the silence of the large room. He stood tall and proud, almost like a general looking over his soldiers, but also had with him a air of calm, like a grandfather. Angel couldn't help but smile at him.
This man walked up to Michael and lifted the cover to the crate. He held it up and looked at it intently.
"Yep, a good portion of the crates and items in here are things the PTA stole from Team Rocket. Trains, trucks, small pit stops, anywhere Team Rocket was foolish enough to leave them really", the old man said with a chuckle. He looked into the box, seeing that it was empty, and nodded. He put the cover on top of the crate, making sure it was on entirely, and grabbed his pencil. He made a mark on the box and stepped away from it and towards the others. He smiled as he looked at Angel. "So then, what could I do for you my dear?". Angel stepped forward, but seemed uncertain.
"Uhm, are you...Eli?", Angel asked. The older man smiled.
"Yes my dear, I'm Eli, pleased to meet you", Eli said. Angel sighed, relieved that they had found him.
"Good. So you're the quarter master...what is a quarter master anyway?", Angel asked. Ash had called him a quarter master, but had not known what it meant. Eli chuckled heavily.
"A quarter master is the person in charge of supplies. I receive, inspect, and hold onto all packages and items that the PTA receives", Eli explained.
"Oh, I see. Thank you. Ash sent me down here", Angel said. Eli nodded, knowingly.
"Yes, I figured he did. He must be running his meeting up there", Eli said, looking up to the ceiling. Riles nodded.
"Yes, he wasn't able to come, so he asked Angel to run his important errands. She asked us to help", Riles said. Eli turned to them all and nodded.
"Well, pleased to meet you all, what are your names by chance?", Eli asked.
"I'm Riles", Riles said introducing himself. Trent stepped forward.
"I'm Trent, pleased to meet you", Trent said.
"I'm Michael, sorry about messing with your crate", Michael said. Eli then turned and looked down to Angel, who stood in front of him.
"And I'm Angel", Angel said. Eli smiled.
"A beautiful name to be sure. Well, I'm glad to meet you all!", Eli said. He then turned back to Angel. "So then, what can I do for you?".
"Ash wanted me to see if you had everything ready", Angel asked. Eli sort of lost his smile and nodded.
"I see. Yes, for the attack. I was going through them myself before you came in, so, let's go see then shall we?", Eli said. He then turned around, but as he did, he noticed the crate that he had marked, and stopped mid-step. "Oh yes, I almost forgot". Everyone watched as he reached down and grabbed two Pokeballs from his belt. With one in each hand, he expanded them and then gently tossed them forward. The two Pokeballs opened up and out came two menacing and powerful looking Pokemon, a Aggron and a Magcargo. The two Pokemon looked strong, incredibly strong. They were also older, but not nearly as much as Eli. "If you will, I have a box that needs to be tended to", Eli said to the Pokemon.
The two Pokemon nodded and brought their attention to the crate that he had marked earlier. Aggron approached it first. It reached the box and raised one of its fists up high. With one mighty blow, it leveled the box and insides. The remains of the crate were now in one large pile. Magcargo then approached the box with surprising speed for the slug Pokemon and then released a flame to it. Instantly, the remains of the box caught fire with intensity. Everyone watched as these two Pokemon tag-teamed to destroy every bit of this empty crate. Within a matter of seconds, all that was left of the crate was a smolder of ashes and some charred wood, which Aggron stepped on and smothered into oblivion.
Angel turned and looked at Eli, who watched almost with boredom. Just what was Eli like? Eli noticed Angel's curious and somewhat scared expression. He smiled gently once again.
"We're limited with space obviously. Once a crate has been used, I dispose of it", Eli explained. He then looked and saw that Aggron and Magcargo were both finished with the small job and seemed ready for more. Eli smiled. "Thank you both, if you don't mind, you can come with us and help me see if we're ready for the Rocket attack". Both Pokemon nodded and, with their trainer, walked down the large hall with crates stacked up on both sides to the ceiling. Angel, Riles, Trent, and Michael looked at him with some wonder. Soon however, they snapped out of it and ran up to catch him.
"Hey! Wait up!", Angel called out.
I know that some of you might not of expected me to update this so quickly, especially after I said that my school would be starting back up soon. But luckily I had some extra time on my hands, and so, here we are! I hope you liked the update, and please be sure to F.A.R.! I enjoy them! There's going to be a bit more jumping back and forth in the next few chapters or so as a warning, to get things wrapped up. Hopefully I'll get the ball to come up soon as well, as I know a lot of you are excited about that part! As an ending A.N., how about those New York Giants? :D Goodbye everyone! Favorite, Alert, Review!
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