Chapter 3
Double
Trouble...
We
were sitting in the Pokemon League Lab's commons area, waiting for Megan's
tests to finish. I was watching talks
shows on TV. The others, minus Megan of
course, were playing cards. David was
in a conference with Ash and Brock. I
turned to the TV again. Oh, so that's
what happened to Tracey Skechit! He has
a talk show!
"I'm
Tracey, and this is Talk Stew! Our
guests today are various dirty looking fat people from southern towns with
grammar as bad as their hygeine habits." Tracey had an interpreter next to him. Uh oh, this looked bad. Then, a
motley group of large people paraded on, waving, one belched. They took seats. One pulled off his
shoe and nibbled at his toenails, or tried to, he couldn't get his foot near
his mouth because of the flab. This was
getting scary. Tracey put on a gas
mask. Tracey walked to the first pair,
a man and a woman, he said. I couldn't
tell, they looked like Snorlaxes to me, except fatter. I heard the legs on one armchair start to
snap.
"So
what's your problem sir, madam." The mumbled something. Tracey
whispered something to his interpreter about subtitles, and the man hurried
off. Minutes later, words appeared at
the bottom of the screen. The people started to argue. The screen printed:
Woman: You know what, I been sleeping with your brother Jake!
Man: Which one of my brothers named Jake? I got four!
Woman: All of 'em!
Man: Well, I been sleeping with your best friend
Ellie May Sue Jane
Woman: Oh yeah? Me too! And I slept with your
Dog, Gertie!
Man: And I slept with your sheep!
Woman: Wooly doesn't love you!
Man: Oh
yeah, well it doesn't matter because I been sleeping with your brother named Jake, and his dog, chickens, and his wife!
At
this point Tracey pulled out a tranquilizer gun. He shot the yelling people and moved on to the next group. I pulled out a book and decided to read
until the part about gay men who believed they were lesbians who thought they
were gay men who thought they were normal accountants. That took about ten minutes, and then he
moved on to a necropedabestialist who was going to sing 'Necropedabestialist
Rap.' z
"So,
you're a necropedabestialist? In other
words a person who has sex with dead baby animals?"
"Well,
yes sir, in fact, I'm gonna sing a little song!"
"Really..."
I turned to a channel with a soap opera on. It was called, 'Vermillion Nights,' but had nothing to do with Vermilion
city.
"Marsha!"
"Yes
Gerald!"
"I'm
in love with your twin brother, Harold!"
"I
am Harold!"
"Oh
Harold!" I switched it off. Megan came in. I hated Daytime TV!
"Well,
I'm officially a freak."
"Glad
to hear it!"
"And
I can't have kids or they'll get it too." She broke down, crying, mumbling something about chromosomes and
'shifting DNA.' Russell was at her side
immediately. He held her. She sobbed, her face buried in his shoulder.
"Do
you want a sticker?" asked an insanely happy looking man standing in the
door. He fell as Snowflake's Haganeru
filled the room. It looked the man in
the eye, growling.
"You're
going to find a cure for this girl, or Dimondust's going to bite off a certain
part of your body I'm sure you'd rather keep." He really loved his crew. He may have been rough around the edges, but he was a great guy. Megan stood, dwarfed by the doctor. He smiled, laughed nervously. He suddenly stood tall, the smile gone. His
foot smashed forcefully into Megan's stomach, and she flew back. She smashed into a chair. I jumped up. The 'doctor' pulled out an uzi, cleverly disguised as an uzi, and
several syringes. Russel caught him in
a flying tackle, and I dove forward. Sabrina lifted the man, psychically. I caught him in the back with a
Psykick. His lab coat fell off,
revealing a black shirt with an R on it. Rockets knew already.
"We
should take him hostage..." I trailed off as Snowflake shot him in the
stomach. Blood gushed onto the
floor. Kim keyed the intercom,
"Cleanup, CC commons." We exited,
leaving the body on the floor.
Megan
came to in the study of my mansion in Saffron. I had purchased it with just about everything I owned, and then won the
money back in a pokemon card game against someone who didn't believe a psychic
could beat him. Ha ha! It was a great house, and had its 'secrets:'
things I'd had installed the would turn it into a veritable fortress, and it
had huge jets under it that would allow it to fly and hover, their power cells
charging on solar energy at this moment. Sabrina sat next to Megan, and handed her a cup of coffee as she sat up.
"Thanks,
Sab,"
"S'alright. Just, take care of yourself."
"What
happened, I remember Russell picking me up, and then, and then I passed out."
"Snowflake
gave Rocket boy a second belly button," Russell said, entering.
"He
was a Rocket, I thought maybe BioGen, but Rocket?"
"Yeah,
it appears you're as good to them dead or alive."
"Well,
we're going to give them a fight, aren't we?"
"I
guess," I replied, "now, let's head down to the basement and take the
transvator to my armory."
We
entered a steel door, revealing a room full of racks filled with guns, brass
knuckles, knives, and many other weapons. I walked over to a second door at the back of the room. I said my name, "James Kelley, Kojiro Kai
Li." A keypad came out of the
wall. I punched in the secret code only
Sabrina and I knew. The door opened to
reveal a small room with nothing in it. We all stepped in. The door
closed. I repeated the procedure to the
opposite wall, and a gush of cleansing mist hit the cramped group of people in
the airlock, for that is what it is, a security measure to protect my special
weapons division. The door opened and
we exited. The room was full of body
armor, special repeating hand guns, similar to mine, and other special
weapons. We all spread out grabbing our
signature weapons. A refitted Psyblade
attached to my belt, clips of ammo for my pistols went into ammo belt around my
waist, just underneath my pokeball belt. I pulled down a body armor shirt and took off my shirt and put it
on. Sabrina walked up and zipped up the
back of it.
"Thanks,
Love."
"Anytime."
"You
put one on too, I'm not letting you go out there without one of these on," I
said, lifting a titanium alloy shirt. I
unzipped the back of her jacket, revealing her under jacket, a bullet-proof
shirt I had given her. I slipped the
shirt on her and zipped it.
"Thanks,
James, now, do you have a Psyblade for me?"
"Sure,
take this," I said, handing her a specialty blade. She clipped it to her belt.
"Anything
else I need?"
"Pistols,
ammo, utility belt."
"Got
it!" she hurried off down the aisle,
her long hair, swinging behind her.
"You
got good taste in ladies, Kelley, first Erika and then her. How do you do it?"
"Huh?" I whirled around. Casey stood behind me. He
had been a helpful friend in the Demonstone episode, and I had offered him a
room or two at the mansion. Now he sort
of watched over it, because I was at the Ranch a lot.
"Personally,
I wouldn't mention the Erika thing, she gets pretty steamed up about it. I'm not mad, it's just that my wife'll make
your head implode if you talk about Erika."
"Ahh,
I'll make a point of it."
"Yeah,
well, how did you get in here?"
"I've
lived here for a month, think I haven't figured this place out yet?"
"Well,
don't get used to it, we're going on assignment."
"For
the League?"
"No,
for us."
"I
see... No I don't"
"Get
your stuff, and let's go."
Later
we stood in my foyer, waiting for the helicopter Ash has agreed to send
us.
"Why
all this stuff, for Rockets?" Asked
Casey.
"They
have powerful psychics this time. We
have to be careful. My pokedex beeped.
"Kai
Li here."
"Hello,
Kojiro, you don't know me, but you will, and I am going to kill you," a voice
said.
"Who
are you, and how did you get my number?"
"You'll
find out who I am soon enough, and then you'll die."
"Huh?"
"I
am the world's most powerful psychic!"
"What?"
"Goodbye,
we'll see each other soon." I was
puzzled.