Master Six 2:
Truth and Consequences
Chapter 9
"Cool," Shooter commented, "they have a talking Meowth."
"Wow," Velocity concurred.
"Who the hell are you?" Whistler said calmly yet firm. Whoever the hell they were they were wasting precious time.
"We are Team Rocket," James answered, "and you are the Whistler. And you happen to have on you a certain item we need to bring back to our boss."
"So hand it over punks," Jesse shot in.
"Or do we have to start some trouble?" the little Meowth spoke up.
Whistler smirked.
Shooter chuckled.
Velocity full out laughed.
Who were these jokers?
"You want my flute?" Whistler asked, "Then come and get it."
"Arbok! Go!" Jesse shouted and launched a pokeball out. A large serpent erupted from it, and slithered in front of The Master Six.
"Weezing, I choose you!" James shouted releasing his own pokemon. They were ready to fight.
"Meowth! Let's go!" the little talking Meowth said bearing his claws.
"Rapidash! Go!" Velocity shouted putting her favorite pokemon into the fight to battle the Arbok.
"Do it to it Stryker!" Shooter yelled with fury as the powerful Machoke joined the fry. The battle was now waged, but Whistler chose not to release a pokemon, yet.
"Weezing! Smog Attack!" James shouted.
Weezing flew off into the air, and launched a thick cloud of black smog at Rapidash. Rapidash suffered a devastating blow.
"Rapidash! Dodge that!" Velocity shouted, "and Fire Spin Attack!"
Rapidash was fast and furious with its attack. Weezing was blasted horribly.
"Stryker! Let's play this by the book," Shooter instructed deciding to leave the guns behind, "Low Kick Attack!"
The little Machoke smashed into Arbok. The large snake could barely take it.
"Meowth! How would you like a taste of my claws!" the talking Meowth snarled.
"That talking Meowth is really cool," Shooter called to Team Rocket.
"Shut up boy!" Jesse yelled at him, "Arbok! Bite Attack!"
And a giant snake bit Stryker.
"Oh crap!" Shooter called, "Stryker's been poisoned! Stryker return!" He held out his pokeball, and the weakened Machoke returned to safety. Shooter hoped he had an antidote somewhere on him.
Now, Velocity's Rapidash was good, but nobody could beat three-on- one.
"Arbok! Acid Attack!"
"Weezing! Tackle Attack!"
"Meowth! Here's some claw!"
Rapidash was knocked down. It wasn't getting back up.
"Rapidash! Return!" Velocity called, scared for the safety of her pokemon.
"Hah! That was easy," James said, "I thought you would put up more of a fight."
"Yes," Jesse agreed, "how pathetic. Well, are you going to give us your pokemon or not?"
"Um?" Shooter thought out loud, "Not!"
Then, from behind, came a beautiful sound. Music that pulled at the heart strings, a lullaby that could send a child to sleep in seconds, or even a pokemon. Some time ago, Whistler's father had made this flute with her in mind. He gave it to her the last time she saw him. Her aunt had hidden it from her whole life. Yet she was being prepared to use it her whole life. She learned to play a flute in school. And Aunt Janet would sing her this exact song before Heather went to bed. It was beautiful. And when a person played this song on this flute, any pokemon in hearing distance will petrify and fall down.
Arbok, Weezing, and Meowth just happen to be in hearing distance.
"What!? What's happening?!" Jesse asked in surprise. All her pokemon had just frozen up and fallen over.
"Your pokemon have fallen asleep," Shooter explained, "or something like it. We're not really sure."
"What?" James asked awe-stricken.
"Max! Go!" Whistler called as she stopped playing and launched her pokeball. A powerful and proud Pideotto emerged from the pokeball and flew into the sky. Whistler had had Max even longer than the flute. She can't remember a time when she didn't have the bird pokemon flying over her shoulder.
"Max, get them," Whistler instructed. Max swooped down at his prey. With ease, he KO'd Arbok, Weezing, and Meowth. They weren't KO'd before, just petrified. Now, they were knocked out. James and Jesse returned them to their pokeballs. James picked up Meowth and tied his tail to his belt.
"There, now get out of here," Whistler instructed Team Rocket, "we don't have any time for whatever other crap you've got."
Jesse and James exchanged a glance, and then they took off running.
"They're not getting away that easily," Shooter said to his teammates, "I've wanted to try out this grenade-launcher for a while now."
"Grenade-launcher?" Velocity asked, stupefied.
"Yeah," Shooter answered, shouldered the launcher, and fired after Team Rocket.
Three seconds later, a minimal explosion launched the two members of Team Rocket off into the sky. Whistler believed she might have heard them shout something, but that wasn't important. Something was up with Max.
"Hey look!" Velocity called, "Max is evolving!"
The three of them just stared as the Pidgeotto grew larger and more lustrous. He became a Pidgeot. Whistler ran to him and gave Max a hug.
"Wow Max," she said to him, "way to go. Hey! Pidgeot's can carry people. Shooter let's go. Max! You've got to take us to Cinnabar Island. Okay?"
Max nodded his birdie nod and cawed to the sky.
"Alright Masters," Whistler called, "we've got a mission to continue, and friends to help."
She jumped on Max's back, and pulled Shooter on as well.
"Velocity! Take your bike to Fuschia City. That's where we're heading. We'll pick you up there."
"Right," Velocity agreed, and she ran for her bike.
"Alright Max," Whistler instructed, "let's ride!"
With a call and a cheer, the giant bird lifted into the sky.
Friends were waiting.
And The Master Six had something to find.
The truth.
* * * *
He'd been with the organization for months now.
Almost twice as long as Whistler's little band had been together.
It all happened before Cerulean burned.
Cid "Mon-Star" Tyrone walked the halls of the CPIA headquarters alone. When they returned, Cyber left for debriefing, Cid decided to do a little walking. He probably should have gone to debriefing, but he tended to do whatever he wanted. He was a pretty important agent, a pretty powerful one.
But he had superiors.
He was heading for the director's office, he had some questions.
After he left Heather and Jeffrey the day he started his journey, Cid began his mission of collecting monster pokemon. It's what he wanted to do for a long time. He had a Mankey, but he wanted more. It took him a couple months to collect his army. An Onix, a Gyarados, an Aerodactyl, a Rhydon, and a Lapras. That was his army, they were near unbeatable. He had only lost one battle with them.
He was powerful.
That is what had attracted the CPIA to him. His power. They found him and recruited him rather quickly. He went through basic training, and became a full-time agent faster than anyone else ever had. He was a special agent with his powerful pokemon, and he was given missions that truly tested his skills.
Soon he was partnered with Cyber, a girl who had bonded with a powerful computerized battle suit. She was powerful, but very strict and loyal to the CPIA. She would follow her orders no matter what was at cost or who got in the way, whatever it took to get the job done. But she was okay. She was being debriefed.
She wasn't important anymore.
The only person that was important right now was Ronald T. Walker. Director of the Central Pokemon Intelligence Agency. The one man who might know what happened on Cinnabar Island more than ten years ago.
He would know.
Cid had arrived at the door to Director Walker's office.
He knocked once, then twice in rapid succession.
"Come in," came the voice from behind the door.
Cid opened the door, and stepped inside.
"Sir," he said as a formality as he stood at parade-rest before his superior.
"I know why you are here Tyrone," Director Walker responded. Director Walker was in his mid-forties. He was tall, and built solid. He had gray/sliver hair that was cut in a military fashion. His wrinkled face, though it fit his age, clashed with his spirit. He was a life-long military man, and had joined the CPIA when he was young. He became director by personal choice of the old one. Now he had his "finger on the button" of all of pokemon land. He knew what happened when, and who did it. He knew all the secrets of this world, and most of them he would take to the grave.
People just weren't meant to know some things.
Especially not what happened on Cinnabar Island.
"Sir, I wish to know what happened on Cinnabar Island twelve years ago," Cid said with respect, and a feeling that he might not get what he wants.
"Of course you do," Director Walker responded. Cid Tyrone was a powerful young man, but he expected too much.
"I wish to know what Malcolm Lapier has to do with it all."
"You wish boy?"
"No sir," Cid said calmly, "I demand to know."
"You demand!" Director Walker exploded, "you demand to know! Do you know what you are asking? Do you?!"
"I suppose I don't sir."
"Excluding the participants, only five people in this the world know what happened on Cinnabar Island more than a decade ago. All five of those people are in this building. All five of them work for the CPIA, and all four of them answer to me. I'm one of the five. I know what happened there, what makes you think you need to know what happened there? Why should I make it six people?"
"Heather Lapier already has people down there, and I'm pretty sure she herself is going down there. I brought her on this mission on my own terms and for my own reasons, but she apparently has taken her leave of my assistance. She doubts my truthfulness and my friendship, and I don't like that. She thinks that I'm hiding something, and I know that you are. As a friend, I want to know what she is getting into. What happened on Cinnabar Island?"
"You really want to know don't you?"
"Yes, now will you stop this crap and just tell me."
"Watch your tone agent, I don't like it."
"Too bad! I don't need you or the CPIA. I don't want to leave, but this mission is personal. Heather is my friend, and she is going into a potential trap or something. I want to know, and I want to know now!"
"Sit down Agent Tyrone. You want some truth, I'll give you the truth."
Cid moved to a plush chair and sat down. The spacious room had chairs all over the place, and a large desk for Director Walker. There were pictures on the wall, and computer screens where there weren't pictures. Director Walker stayed at the center of everything that went on in the world. But all Cid cared about was a tiny little island and the events that took place there twelve years ago.
Director Walker remained motionless, and kept his back to Cid. Then, he began to talk.
"Some time ago, we're not quite sure exactly when (a lie), scientists in the employment of Team Rocket used DNA of the ancient pokemon Mew to clone a more powerful and unbelievable pokemon. Malcolm Lapier was among those scientists. The result was Mewtwo, a powerful psychic pokemon who eventually escaped and ran off. We currently do not know where Mewtwo is, but he is sentient and possibly dangerous. But he is not important.
"The aftermath of the Mewtwo Project is what this story is about. There was one scientist who was not interested in creating Mewtwo. He or she had darker plans, and when he or she proposed them to the leader of their organization, the leader accepted them outright and a new project was on. Project Juvenile was under way. This was an experiment to genetically engineer a human being."
He paused to let it sink in. Director Walker was not proud of the things that happened on Cinnabar Island. Not proud for the human race. Creating humans was a horrible idea, and it was the darkest secret he had to keep. The horrors of what happened down there were too horrible for anybody to hear. But Cid Tyrone an impatient young man, and Director Walker had decided long ago that he needed this information. Director Walker had a reason for everything.
Cid did not respond.
So he continued.
"The scientists combined the reproductive cells from a man and a women in order to create a child, and then they would add DNA of a certain pokemon in order to create a human/pokemon hybrid. A powerful human that would serve Team Rocket, and maybe usher in a new era of human existence. We don't really know the specifics of what happened there, and that is the truth. We only now of the experiments, but we don't know if they succeeded or what. That is what happened on Cinnabar Island. That is the truth."
Or at least, it wasn't.
Director Walker knew more than he would ever admit to this boy.
The horrors of what happened down there were too horrible for anybody to hear.
But he wasn't finished.
"Is that it?" Cid asked, the whole truth of everything wouldn't sink in.
"No," Director Walker said, "there is more that you need to hear. Your mission was not to discover the current location of Malcolm Lapier."
Cid was stunned, that wasn't is mission? He'd been lied to. What was he supposed to be accomplishing then.
"We have always known the current location of Malcolm Lapier, we just haven't felt the need to apprehend him. Other things have come up. Then a new potential problem was thrown into the mix. His daughter has become powerful, and she has potential. Your mission was to contact Heather Lapier and deliver her to Cinnabar Island. We knew that you would ask her along on your mission, and you succeeded perfectly."
"And what?" Cid asked.
"And you will now leave for Cinnabar Island to finally capture Malcolm Lapier. Agent Cyber's debriefing was actually a new briefing for this mission. Now go Agent Mon-Star. You have a new mission."
"But...?"
"I said GO!" Director Walker roared.
Mon-Star stood, and walked out of the room. He could tell that Director Walker hadn't told the whole truth, and he wanted the whole truth. I'm coming Whistler, it's time for the truth. He closed the door and started down the hall. He would capture Malcolm Lapier, and he would learn the truth about whatever the hell happened down there. Things were starting to look up.
Director Walker stood alone in his office.
The boy was off, and the mission was on.
Malcolm Lapier would soon be in his custody.
And Heather Lapier would learn the truth.
As would the little girl known as Lindsey.
The truth, heh, something they all wanted, but none of them would be able to live with it when they found it.
Agent Mon-Star's first mission had succeeded beautifully.
Heather Lapier and The Master Six now knew of the CPIA's existence.
And all was good. The Master Six would soon be needed.
Soon, Miss Lapier, soon.
Truth and Consequences
Chapter 9
"Cool," Shooter commented, "they have a talking Meowth."
"Wow," Velocity concurred.
"Who the hell are you?" Whistler said calmly yet firm. Whoever the hell they were they were wasting precious time.
"We are Team Rocket," James answered, "and you are the Whistler. And you happen to have on you a certain item we need to bring back to our boss."
"So hand it over punks," Jesse shot in.
"Or do we have to start some trouble?" the little Meowth spoke up.
Whistler smirked.
Shooter chuckled.
Velocity full out laughed.
Who were these jokers?
"You want my flute?" Whistler asked, "Then come and get it."
"Arbok! Go!" Jesse shouted and launched a pokeball out. A large serpent erupted from it, and slithered in front of The Master Six.
"Weezing, I choose you!" James shouted releasing his own pokemon. They were ready to fight.
"Meowth! Let's go!" the little talking Meowth said bearing his claws.
"Rapidash! Go!" Velocity shouted putting her favorite pokemon into the fight to battle the Arbok.
"Do it to it Stryker!" Shooter yelled with fury as the powerful Machoke joined the fry. The battle was now waged, but Whistler chose not to release a pokemon, yet.
"Weezing! Smog Attack!" James shouted.
Weezing flew off into the air, and launched a thick cloud of black smog at Rapidash. Rapidash suffered a devastating blow.
"Rapidash! Dodge that!" Velocity shouted, "and Fire Spin Attack!"
Rapidash was fast and furious with its attack. Weezing was blasted horribly.
"Stryker! Let's play this by the book," Shooter instructed deciding to leave the guns behind, "Low Kick Attack!"
The little Machoke smashed into Arbok. The large snake could barely take it.
"Meowth! How would you like a taste of my claws!" the talking Meowth snarled.
"That talking Meowth is really cool," Shooter called to Team Rocket.
"Shut up boy!" Jesse yelled at him, "Arbok! Bite Attack!"
And a giant snake bit Stryker.
"Oh crap!" Shooter called, "Stryker's been poisoned! Stryker return!" He held out his pokeball, and the weakened Machoke returned to safety. Shooter hoped he had an antidote somewhere on him.
Now, Velocity's Rapidash was good, but nobody could beat three-on- one.
"Arbok! Acid Attack!"
"Weezing! Tackle Attack!"
"Meowth! Here's some claw!"
Rapidash was knocked down. It wasn't getting back up.
"Rapidash! Return!" Velocity called, scared for the safety of her pokemon.
"Hah! That was easy," James said, "I thought you would put up more of a fight."
"Yes," Jesse agreed, "how pathetic. Well, are you going to give us your pokemon or not?"
"Um?" Shooter thought out loud, "Not!"
Then, from behind, came a beautiful sound. Music that pulled at the heart strings, a lullaby that could send a child to sleep in seconds, or even a pokemon. Some time ago, Whistler's father had made this flute with her in mind. He gave it to her the last time she saw him. Her aunt had hidden it from her whole life. Yet she was being prepared to use it her whole life. She learned to play a flute in school. And Aunt Janet would sing her this exact song before Heather went to bed. It was beautiful. And when a person played this song on this flute, any pokemon in hearing distance will petrify and fall down.
Arbok, Weezing, and Meowth just happen to be in hearing distance.
"What!? What's happening?!" Jesse asked in surprise. All her pokemon had just frozen up and fallen over.
"Your pokemon have fallen asleep," Shooter explained, "or something like it. We're not really sure."
"What?" James asked awe-stricken.
"Max! Go!" Whistler called as she stopped playing and launched her pokeball. A powerful and proud Pideotto emerged from the pokeball and flew into the sky. Whistler had had Max even longer than the flute. She can't remember a time when she didn't have the bird pokemon flying over her shoulder.
"Max, get them," Whistler instructed. Max swooped down at his prey. With ease, he KO'd Arbok, Weezing, and Meowth. They weren't KO'd before, just petrified. Now, they were knocked out. James and Jesse returned them to their pokeballs. James picked up Meowth and tied his tail to his belt.
"There, now get out of here," Whistler instructed Team Rocket, "we don't have any time for whatever other crap you've got."
Jesse and James exchanged a glance, and then they took off running.
"They're not getting away that easily," Shooter said to his teammates, "I've wanted to try out this grenade-launcher for a while now."
"Grenade-launcher?" Velocity asked, stupefied.
"Yeah," Shooter answered, shouldered the launcher, and fired after Team Rocket.
Three seconds later, a minimal explosion launched the two members of Team Rocket off into the sky. Whistler believed she might have heard them shout something, but that wasn't important. Something was up with Max.
"Hey look!" Velocity called, "Max is evolving!"
The three of them just stared as the Pidgeotto grew larger and more lustrous. He became a Pidgeot. Whistler ran to him and gave Max a hug.
"Wow Max," she said to him, "way to go. Hey! Pidgeot's can carry people. Shooter let's go. Max! You've got to take us to Cinnabar Island. Okay?"
Max nodded his birdie nod and cawed to the sky.
"Alright Masters," Whistler called, "we've got a mission to continue, and friends to help."
She jumped on Max's back, and pulled Shooter on as well.
"Velocity! Take your bike to Fuschia City. That's where we're heading. We'll pick you up there."
"Right," Velocity agreed, and she ran for her bike.
"Alright Max," Whistler instructed, "let's ride!"
With a call and a cheer, the giant bird lifted into the sky.
Friends were waiting.
And The Master Six had something to find.
The truth.
* * * *
He'd been with the organization for months now.
Almost twice as long as Whistler's little band had been together.
It all happened before Cerulean burned.
Cid "Mon-Star" Tyrone walked the halls of the CPIA headquarters alone. When they returned, Cyber left for debriefing, Cid decided to do a little walking. He probably should have gone to debriefing, but he tended to do whatever he wanted. He was a pretty important agent, a pretty powerful one.
But he had superiors.
He was heading for the director's office, he had some questions.
After he left Heather and Jeffrey the day he started his journey, Cid began his mission of collecting monster pokemon. It's what he wanted to do for a long time. He had a Mankey, but he wanted more. It took him a couple months to collect his army. An Onix, a Gyarados, an Aerodactyl, a Rhydon, and a Lapras. That was his army, they were near unbeatable. He had only lost one battle with them.
He was powerful.
That is what had attracted the CPIA to him. His power. They found him and recruited him rather quickly. He went through basic training, and became a full-time agent faster than anyone else ever had. He was a special agent with his powerful pokemon, and he was given missions that truly tested his skills.
Soon he was partnered with Cyber, a girl who had bonded with a powerful computerized battle suit. She was powerful, but very strict and loyal to the CPIA. She would follow her orders no matter what was at cost or who got in the way, whatever it took to get the job done. But she was okay. She was being debriefed.
She wasn't important anymore.
The only person that was important right now was Ronald T. Walker. Director of the Central Pokemon Intelligence Agency. The one man who might know what happened on Cinnabar Island more than ten years ago.
He would know.
Cid had arrived at the door to Director Walker's office.
He knocked once, then twice in rapid succession.
"Come in," came the voice from behind the door.
Cid opened the door, and stepped inside.
"Sir," he said as a formality as he stood at parade-rest before his superior.
"I know why you are here Tyrone," Director Walker responded. Director Walker was in his mid-forties. He was tall, and built solid. He had gray/sliver hair that was cut in a military fashion. His wrinkled face, though it fit his age, clashed with his spirit. He was a life-long military man, and had joined the CPIA when he was young. He became director by personal choice of the old one. Now he had his "finger on the button" of all of pokemon land. He knew what happened when, and who did it. He knew all the secrets of this world, and most of them he would take to the grave.
People just weren't meant to know some things.
Especially not what happened on Cinnabar Island.
"Sir, I wish to know what happened on Cinnabar Island twelve years ago," Cid said with respect, and a feeling that he might not get what he wants.
"Of course you do," Director Walker responded. Cid Tyrone was a powerful young man, but he expected too much.
"I wish to know what Malcolm Lapier has to do with it all."
"You wish boy?"
"No sir," Cid said calmly, "I demand to know."
"You demand!" Director Walker exploded, "you demand to know! Do you know what you are asking? Do you?!"
"I suppose I don't sir."
"Excluding the participants, only five people in this the world know what happened on Cinnabar Island more than a decade ago. All five of those people are in this building. All five of them work for the CPIA, and all four of them answer to me. I'm one of the five. I know what happened there, what makes you think you need to know what happened there? Why should I make it six people?"
"Heather Lapier already has people down there, and I'm pretty sure she herself is going down there. I brought her on this mission on my own terms and for my own reasons, but she apparently has taken her leave of my assistance. She doubts my truthfulness and my friendship, and I don't like that. She thinks that I'm hiding something, and I know that you are. As a friend, I want to know what she is getting into. What happened on Cinnabar Island?"
"You really want to know don't you?"
"Yes, now will you stop this crap and just tell me."
"Watch your tone agent, I don't like it."
"Too bad! I don't need you or the CPIA. I don't want to leave, but this mission is personal. Heather is my friend, and she is going into a potential trap or something. I want to know, and I want to know now!"
"Sit down Agent Tyrone. You want some truth, I'll give you the truth."
Cid moved to a plush chair and sat down. The spacious room had chairs all over the place, and a large desk for Director Walker. There were pictures on the wall, and computer screens where there weren't pictures. Director Walker stayed at the center of everything that went on in the world. But all Cid cared about was a tiny little island and the events that took place there twelve years ago.
Director Walker remained motionless, and kept his back to Cid. Then, he began to talk.
"Some time ago, we're not quite sure exactly when (a lie), scientists in the employment of Team Rocket used DNA of the ancient pokemon Mew to clone a more powerful and unbelievable pokemon. Malcolm Lapier was among those scientists. The result was Mewtwo, a powerful psychic pokemon who eventually escaped and ran off. We currently do not know where Mewtwo is, but he is sentient and possibly dangerous. But he is not important.
"The aftermath of the Mewtwo Project is what this story is about. There was one scientist who was not interested in creating Mewtwo. He or she had darker plans, and when he or she proposed them to the leader of their organization, the leader accepted them outright and a new project was on. Project Juvenile was under way. This was an experiment to genetically engineer a human being."
He paused to let it sink in. Director Walker was not proud of the things that happened on Cinnabar Island. Not proud for the human race. Creating humans was a horrible idea, and it was the darkest secret he had to keep. The horrors of what happened down there were too horrible for anybody to hear. But Cid Tyrone an impatient young man, and Director Walker had decided long ago that he needed this information. Director Walker had a reason for everything.
Cid did not respond.
So he continued.
"The scientists combined the reproductive cells from a man and a women in order to create a child, and then they would add DNA of a certain pokemon in order to create a human/pokemon hybrid. A powerful human that would serve Team Rocket, and maybe usher in a new era of human existence. We don't really know the specifics of what happened there, and that is the truth. We only now of the experiments, but we don't know if they succeeded or what. That is what happened on Cinnabar Island. That is the truth."
Or at least, it wasn't.
Director Walker knew more than he would ever admit to this boy.
The horrors of what happened down there were too horrible for anybody to hear.
But he wasn't finished.
"Is that it?" Cid asked, the whole truth of everything wouldn't sink in.
"No," Director Walker said, "there is more that you need to hear. Your mission was not to discover the current location of Malcolm Lapier."
Cid was stunned, that wasn't is mission? He'd been lied to. What was he supposed to be accomplishing then.
"We have always known the current location of Malcolm Lapier, we just haven't felt the need to apprehend him. Other things have come up. Then a new potential problem was thrown into the mix. His daughter has become powerful, and she has potential. Your mission was to contact Heather Lapier and deliver her to Cinnabar Island. We knew that you would ask her along on your mission, and you succeeded perfectly."
"And what?" Cid asked.
"And you will now leave for Cinnabar Island to finally capture Malcolm Lapier. Agent Cyber's debriefing was actually a new briefing for this mission. Now go Agent Mon-Star. You have a new mission."
"But...?"
"I said GO!" Director Walker roared.
Mon-Star stood, and walked out of the room. He could tell that Director Walker hadn't told the whole truth, and he wanted the whole truth. I'm coming Whistler, it's time for the truth. He closed the door and started down the hall. He would capture Malcolm Lapier, and he would learn the truth about whatever the hell happened down there. Things were starting to look up.
Director Walker stood alone in his office.
The boy was off, and the mission was on.
Malcolm Lapier would soon be in his custody.
And Heather Lapier would learn the truth.
As would the little girl known as Lindsey.
The truth, heh, something they all wanted, but none of them would be able to live with it when they found it.
Agent Mon-Star's first mission had succeeded beautifully.
Heather Lapier and The Master Six now knew of the CPIA's existence.
And all was good. The Master Six would soon be needed.
Soon, Miss Lapier, soon.
