The Master Six
Chapter 9
"Roof, all clear, over," Velocity's response came.
"Thank you," I answered, "over."
We had made it to the Game Corner in Celadon City. A gambling paradise possibly run by Team Rocket. That's why we're here. The Master Six is ready to begin the mission they were created for, defeat Team Rocket and make them pay for all that they have done to us. We've made quite a name for ourselves. We've only been together as a group of six for about a week now, but our reputation is good. Each member has a special talent, and that talent has gotten them famous throughout the world of pokemon training. I have a magical whistle that can paralyze any pokemon into a frozen stupor, but enough about me.
We were split into three groups of two people. Each was staked out somewhere where we hoped nobody could see or suspect anything.
Velocity and Specks were on the roof, it's just a good place to be to keep the look out for any armies of Team Rocket coming in. Me (Whistler) and Shooter were inside the Game Corner. Kids can use the machines, so we weren't really out of place. Psycho and Lindsey were outside on the streets. We were all connected by walkie talkies.
Everything was going as well as could be. I wasn't really sure what we were looking for, just Team Rocket stuff somewhere in the Game Corner. I realize that we might not find anything here, but it's the best we could do at this point.
"Streets are safe fearless leader," Psycho answers.
"Thanks Psycho," I say.
"Wait, hold on! Oh my God! It's a monster! It's huge! It's tearing through the city! Oh help us! Help us!" he yelled.
"Psycho," I said as tough as I could through the walkie-talkie.
"Oh Whistler, get help. It's horrible. Aaaaagh! Ow. Whatd'ya hit me for? Hey that's my..."
"Whistler?" Lindsey's soft voice came over the airwaves.
"Yes Lindsey, good job getting Psycho off the walkie talkie. I don't want any more jokes okay. Just keep him quiet."
"Okay Whistler."
Lindsey and Psycho were a pair to watch out for. Jeez. What have I done?
"Everything okay?" Shooter asked.
"Yah," I giggled, "fine, everything's fine. Let's head to the back."
"Okay," he answered seeming a little upset. I think Psycho unnerves Shooter. Heh.
We walked through the aisles of old ladies and down and out losers trying to win the jackpot. I wasn't really interested in gambling in the Game Corner. I had been here before, it wasn't anything really spectacular. What I really remember from my last visit was one certain member of Team Rocket standing in the back of the Game Corner. He didn't mean anything back then, but now, he was everything.
We reached the counter in the back, and got a dirty look from one of the people there. What is her problem?
"Can I help you?" the other person at the counter asked us.
"No thank you," Shooter answered.
That's good. Don't make a scene. Don't get anybody involved.
"Look," I whispered and pointed over the wall in the back.
"Yer right," Shooter whispered back, "there he is. Team Rocket appears to want to hide that poster or picture thing. I'm guessing that has something to do with Team Rocket. Maybe a safe containing important papers or something."
"Maybe."
We moved off to the side where nobody could see us.
"We've found the guy, and he's guarding a poster of some sort. We are going in. Repeat: we are going in." I say over the walkie-talkie.
"Okay," Velocity said.
"Yes," came the one from Lindsey.
"Okay Shooter," I said putting the walkie-talkie back into its pouch on my side, "here we go."
We walked slowly and nonchalantly towards the guy. We were not trying very hard to remain hidden or sneaky. Who cares if someone finds out what we're doing. The more people that know that The Master Six are after Team Rocket the better.
"Hello kids," the man said when he realized we were heading for him, "how may I help you?"
Me and Gavin exchanged a glance. He we go.
"Well," I began, "for starters you can tell us what is up with that poster behind you."
"What is behind me has no meaning to you Miss. So please go away."
We exchanged another glance, this one a little goofily as part of the act.
"I'm afraid that we aren't going to leave until you show us what is behind you."
"Oh really, get out of here punk," he said, obviously not taking us seriously.
"Alright, that does it!" Shooter shouted, all part of the act, "I challenge you to a pokemon battle. I'll teach you to tell my friend no. Machoke! I choose you!"
He launched his pokeball out, and in an instant Stryker the Machoke appeared ready to fight. Quickly and quietly Shooter slipped his blowgun to Stryker.
"You got it kid," the Team Rocket member said, "I'll teach you to stick your nose in other people's business. Arbok, go."
Then, to match Stryker, a ten-foot-long snake appeared out of a pokeball. Team Rocket liked to use poisonous pokemon and such. We were prepared for an Arbok.
"Arbok! Bite Attack!"
The Arbok reared its head back, opened its hood, and stuck faster than the eye could see at Stryker. It connected, and the Arbok retreated a little after the attack. Stryker was down, but that was just a ruse.
Slowly, Stryker stood back up. The Bite had hurt, but only a little. Then, before the Arbok could do anything, Stryker whipped the blowgun to his lips and shot a dart at the Arbok even faster than the Arbok's attack. Then little dart flew through the air, and stuck the Arbok right between the eyes.
It was down in a matter of seconds. Stryker returned to his pokeball.
"Satisfied?" Shooter asked the Team Rocket guy.
He held his hand over his mouth, and slid down the wall in surprise, possibly horror.
"You...you're that...that guy," he stumbled over the words, "and you...you must be the girl the boss is after. Holy crap!"
With that he was off the ground and sprinting towards the door. Well, they now know that we're here, so let's get this party started.
"That was pretty good Whistler, he'll alert somebody real quick and then all of Team Rocket will be down on us," Shooter told me,
"but at least you were right that somebody here is looking for you."
"Yep, so let's see what's with this poster."
I lifted the poster off the wall. Underneath was something of a lever. I guess I'm supposed to pull it...
"Whistler, come in Whistler," Psycho's voice came over the walkie-talkie, "Whistler what just happened in there. The guy you were looking for just ran out of here a top speed. I mean, this guy was doin' at least ninety in a thirty zone."
"He's the guy we were looking for alright Psycho," I answered, "he pokemon- fought Shooter, Shooter used his gun and the guy recognized that ability. He then recognized me and took off. We assume he's going to find someone and that Team Rocket as a whole might be here soon. So be on the lookout. We think that we've found something very important. Maybe what we're looking for. So just sit tight."
I didn't even comment that Psycho was back on the walkie-talkie. I didn't have the time.
"It's a lever," Shooter stated, "guess you better pull it."
"I guess so," I responded, "maybe it will open up into the safe or something."
I reached out and grabbed the lever, then I gave it a quick little tug. It easily came down, only it didn't open up into anything. It actually opened something else.
A door suddenly opened in the wall further down the way.
Like in a movie.
"Whoa," Shooter gawked.
"Cool," I answered.
"I guess we go down."
"What?"
"We've come this far. We can't back down. The Master Six are supposed to be tough, right? So let's not back down. Let's go."
"Well, okay. Let me just tell everyone first."
Then, on the walkie-talkie: "Attention, Master Six. Attention. The guy that we chased out of here was guarding a secret lever that has opened a door in the wall that will lead to somewhere that we don't know. But guess what, we're going to go find out."
"Thatta girl Whistler. Show'em what for," Psycho said.
"Okay Whistler," Velocity responded, "listen up. As for going down that whole, knock yourself out. But listen, Specks is using some high-powered binoculars, and he can see Team Rocket coming. They are at least a couple of miles away. You only have a matter of minutes."
"What does that mean exactly?" I asked.
"It means you can go in your hole, but we're comin' with ya," Psycho tossed in.
"What?" I asked, "don't come in. We can't have everyone get busted by Team Rocket."
"What do you mean busted Whistler," Psycho argued, "I say everyone go down, separately in pairs, and we still try and find something. This is the perfect chance to fight off Team Rocket. Anyway, I'm not just gonna sit by and watch them come get you. The decision is out of your hands Whistler. We're all going in, we've got to find something or fight somebody."
"Nice speech Psycho," Specks responded, now on the walkie-talkie, "and I agree. I think we should all go in and accomplish something. Velocity and I won't be able to use our equipment to its fullest potential, but that's okay. We should all go in, and quickly because Team Rocket is coming."
"Okay, fine," I settled, "we'll all go in. First, it will be me and Shooter. Then Psycho and Lindsey. And finally Specks and Velocity. That's how it will be done. We all go in, and everyone try and find something. Fight anyone you want to, and if you meet up with anyone else from the team, join up. Power in numbers people. But of course, this could just be a simple broom closet. We just don't know. So Psycho, you and Lindsey wait two minutes, if you don't here nothing from me, go in. Specks and Velocity, get off the roof now, then wait two minutes after Psycho and Lindsey. Okay people, now it begins."
Me and Shooter walked through the door, ready to face whatever we found.
We had come.
Knock knock Team Rocket.
I'm here.
Chapter 9
"Roof, all clear, over," Velocity's response came.
"Thank you," I answered, "over."
We had made it to the Game Corner in Celadon City. A gambling paradise possibly run by Team Rocket. That's why we're here. The Master Six is ready to begin the mission they were created for, defeat Team Rocket and make them pay for all that they have done to us. We've made quite a name for ourselves. We've only been together as a group of six for about a week now, but our reputation is good. Each member has a special talent, and that talent has gotten them famous throughout the world of pokemon training. I have a magical whistle that can paralyze any pokemon into a frozen stupor, but enough about me.
We were split into three groups of two people. Each was staked out somewhere where we hoped nobody could see or suspect anything.
Velocity and Specks were on the roof, it's just a good place to be to keep the look out for any armies of Team Rocket coming in. Me (Whistler) and Shooter were inside the Game Corner. Kids can use the machines, so we weren't really out of place. Psycho and Lindsey were outside on the streets. We were all connected by walkie talkies.
Everything was going as well as could be. I wasn't really sure what we were looking for, just Team Rocket stuff somewhere in the Game Corner. I realize that we might not find anything here, but it's the best we could do at this point.
"Streets are safe fearless leader," Psycho answers.
"Thanks Psycho," I say.
"Wait, hold on! Oh my God! It's a monster! It's huge! It's tearing through the city! Oh help us! Help us!" he yelled.
"Psycho," I said as tough as I could through the walkie-talkie.
"Oh Whistler, get help. It's horrible. Aaaaagh! Ow. Whatd'ya hit me for? Hey that's my..."
"Whistler?" Lindsey's soft voice came over the airwaves.
"Yes Lindsey, good job getting Psycho off the walkie talkie. I don't want any more jokes okay. Just keep him quiet."
"Okay Whistler."
Lindsey and Psycho were a pair to watch out for. Jeez. What have I done?
"Everything okay?" Shooter asked.
"Yah," I giggled, "fine, everything's fine. Let's head to the back."
"Okay," he answered seeming a little upset. I think Psycho unnerves Shooter. Heh.
We walked through the aisles of old ladies and down and out losers trying to win the jackpot. I wasn't really interested in gambling in the Game Corner. I had been here before, it wasn't anything really spectacular. What I really remember from my last visit was one certain member of Team Rocket standing in the back of the Game Corner. He didn't mean anything back then, but now, he was everything.
We reached the counter in the back, and got a dirty look from one of the people there. What is her problem?
"Can I help you?" the other person at the counter asked us.
"No thank you," Shooter answered.
That's good. Don't make a scene. Don't get anybody involved.
"Look," I whispered and pointed over the wall in the back.
"Yer right," Shooter whispered back, "there he is. Team Rocket appears to want to hide that poster or picture thing. I'm guessing that has something to do with Team Rocket. Maybe a safe containing important papers or something."
"Maybe."
We moved off to the side where nobody could see us.
"We've found the guy, and he's guarding a poster of some sort. We are going in. Repeat: we are going in." I say over the walkie-talkie.
"Okay," Velocity said.
"Yes," came the one from Lindsey.
"Okay Shooter," I said putting the walkie-talkie back into its pouch on my side, "here we go."
We walked slowly and nonchalantly towards the guy. We were not trying very hard to remain hidden or sneaky. Who cares if someone finds out what we're doing. The more people that know that The Master Six are after Team Rocket the better.
"Hello kids," the man said when he realized we were heading for him, "how may I help you?"
Me and Gavin exchanged a glance. He we go.
"Well," I began, "for starters you can tell us what is up with that poster behind you."
"What is behind me has no meaning to you Miss. So please go away."
We exchanged another glance, this one a little goofily as part of the act.
"I'm afraid that we aren't going to leave until you show us what is behind you."
"Oh really, get out of here punk," he said, obviously not taking us seriously.
"Alright, that does it!" Shooter shouted, all part of the act, "I challenge you to a pokemon battle. I'll teach you to tell my friend no. Machoke! I choose you!"
He launched his pokeball out, and in an instant Stryker the Machoke appeared ready to fight. Quickly and quietly Shooter slipped his blowgun to Stryker.
"You got it kid," the Team Rocket member said, "I'll teach you to stick your nose in other people's business. Arbok, go."
Then, to match Stryker, a ten-foot-long snake appeared out of a pokeball. Team Rocket liked to use poisonous pokemon and such. We were prepared for an Arbok.
"Arbok! Bite Attack!"
The Arbok reared its head back, opened its hood, and stuck faster than the eye could see at Stryker. It connected, and the Arbok retreated a little after the attack. Stryker was down, but that was just a ruse.
Slowly, Stryker stood back up. The Bite had hurt, but only a little. Then, before the Arbok could do anything, Stryker whipped the blowgun to his lips and shot a dart at the Arbok even faster than the Arbok's attack. Then little dart flew through the air, and stuck the Arbok right between the eyes.
It was down in a matter of seconds. Stryker returned to his pokeball.
"Satisfied?" Shooter asked the Team Rocket guy.
He held his hand over his mouth, and slid down the wall in surprise, possibly horror.
"You...you're that...that guy," he stumbled over the words, "and you...you must be the girl the boss is after. Holy crap!"
With that he was off the ground and sprinting towards the door. Well, they now know that we're here, so let's get this party started.
"That was pretty good Whistler, he'll alert somebody real quick and then all of Team Rocket will be down on us," Shooter told me,
"but at least you were right that somebody here is looking for you."
"Yep, so let's see what's with this poster."
I lifted the poster off the wall. Underneath was something of a lever. I guess I'm supposed to pull it...
"Whistler, come in Whistler," Psycho's voice came over the walkie-talkie, "Whistler what just happened in there. The guy you were looking for just ran out of here a top speed. I mean, this guy was doin' at least ninety in a thirty zone."
"He's the guy we were looking for alright Psycho," I answered, "he pokemon- fought Shooter, Shooter used his gun and the guy recognized that ability. He then recognized me and took off. We assume he's going to find someone and that Team Rocket as a whole might be here soon. So be on the lookout. We think that we've found something very important. Maybe what we're looking for. So just sit tight."
I didn't even comment that Psycho was back on the walkie-talkie. I didn't have the time.
"It's a lever," Shooter stated, "guess you better pull it."
"I guess so," I responded, "maybe it will open up into the safe or something."
I reached out and grabbed the lever, then I gave it a quick little tug. It easily came down, only it didn't open up into anything. It actually opened something else.
A door suddenly opened in the wall further down the way.
Like in a movie.
"Whoa," Shooter gawked.
"Cool," I answered.
"I guess we go down."
"What?"
"We've come this far. We can't back down. The Master Six are supposed to be tough, right? So let's not back down. Let's go."
"Well, okay. Let me just tell everyone first."
Then, on the walkie-talkie: "Attention, Master Six. Attention. The guy that we chased out of here was guarding a secret lever that has opened a door in the wall that will lead to somewhere that we don't know. But guess what, we're going to go find out."
"Thatta girl Whistler. Show'em what for," Psycho said.
"Okay Whistler," Velocity responded, "listen up. As for going down that whole, knock yourself out. But listen, Specks is using some high-powered binoculars, and he can see Team Rocket coming. They are at least a couple of miles away. You only have a matter of minutes."
"What does that mean exactly?" I asked.
"It means you can go in your hole, but we're comin' with ya," Psycho tossed in.
"What?" I asked, "don't come in. We can't have everyone get busted by Team Rocket."
"What do you mean busted Whistler," Psycho argued, "I say everyone go down, separately in pairs, and we still try and find something. This is the perfect chance to fight off Team Rocket. Anyway, I'm not just gonna sit by and watch them come get you. The decision is out of your hands Whistler. We're all going in, we've got to find something or fight somebody."
"Nice speech Psycho," Specks responded, now on the walkie-talkie, "and I agree. I think we should all go in and accomplish something. Velocity and I won't be able to use our equipment to its fullest potential, but that's okay. We should all go in, and quickly because Team Rocket is coming."
"Okay, fine," I settled, "we'll all go in. First, it will be me and Shooter. Then Psycho and Lindsey. And finally Specks and Velocity. That's how it will be done. We all go in, and everyone try and find something. Fight anyone you want to, and if you meet up with anyone else from the team, join up. Power in numbers people. But of course, this could just be a simple broom closet. We just don't know. So Psycho, you and Lindsey wait two minutes, if you don't here nothing from me, go in. Specks and Velocity, get off the roof now, then wait two minutes after Psycho and Lindsey. Okay people, now it begins."
Me and Shooter walked through the door, ready to face whatever we found.
We had come.
Knock knock Team Rocket.
I'm here.
