The Master Six 2:

Truth and Consequences

Chapter 10

Rodney Timberlane (or Specks depending on how hardcore you are) was lost.

Lost in a sea of files.

Miranda had taken him to a file room.

He needed information, and there was a lot to find here.

Only he realized that Lindsey was a fake name and that he wouldn't be able to find anything on her.

What was he supposed to do now?

"Here we are," Miranda said spreading her arms wide to show off their destination.

"So we are," Specks stalled trying to think of something to do in here.

"What do you want to look for?"

"I'm not sure."

"Weren't you going to look for your friend?"

"Yeah, but we don't know her real name, so..." he left it unfinished.

"So you can't exactly look for her," Miranda finished his sentence. She shrugged.

"Well, we're not licked yet," Specks moved to a filing cabinet. Each shelf was apparently a different letter of the alphabet. He was at P-R, he wanted L. He looked around the room. It was a normal sized room, with a pretty high ceiling. There were filing cabinets all along the walls, and a table covered in papers near the door. He looked to his left, and bingo, the letter L.

Lapier, Malcolm.

He moved to the cabinet, and Miranda moved in next to him.

"Locked," Specks muttered to himself inspecting the shelf.

"So now what do we do," Miranda asked helplessly.

"Open it," Specks said reaching for his backpack, "with style."

He opened his backpack, and pulled out a small pair of goggles, glasses actually. These were his laser sight glasses. Their main function was a super microscope that could zoom in on things that were already really close. For example, he could inspect a piece of paper he was holding for microscopic things like...like, I don't know. Just really small things. What he needed these glasses for now were their second function, tiny lasers. He installed tiny laser beams on the sides. Powerful cutting laser beams.

Used for cutting stuff.

Like locks.

He put them on, and put his face closer to the lock and handle of the shelf. With the controls that connected to his thoughts, he aimed the lasers, and he zapped the lock. A thin red line zipped out of the sides of his glasses, and the lock started smoking. In about a second, he had finished, and he took of the glasses. Specks stood up, and nodded at Miranda.

"That should do it," he told her. He reached out and grabbed the handle, he moved the little button, and opened the filing cabinet. "There, I told you." He put the glasses back in his backpack.

"Are you sure this is okay. It was probably locked for a reason," Miranda scolded.

"Yeah, I care," Specks answered sarcastically, already leafing through the files. He didn't care about security or whatever these people did. This was all Team Rocket stuff, and he would probably find some way to trash it all or burn it when he was done looking.

"Ah, here we are," he announced to Miranda, "Lapier comma Malcolm. This will probably prove something. I can't believe that we found Heather's father down here."

"Heather?" Miranda asked, a little more surprised than curious.

"Yeah," Specks answered flipping through the pages, "Malcolm Lapier's daughter. She's a friend of ours. She's leader of our team, The Master Six."

"Oh, okay," Miranda answered, quieting down.

"Uh huh," Specks said not really paying attention, "here we go. This might be something."

"What?" Miranda asked.

"It's a reference card, it lists other files to check out. You know, relating ones."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, let's see. Carter, Henry. DeWhisple, Rupert. Some crossed out, scribbled over one. Tyleroni, Anthony. Wander, Joseph. And that's it. They must be other scientists. I already know DeWhisple and Wander. So I guess I'll look for these other guys. I don't figure on reading these now, I don't have time. I'll just collect all the files I might need, store them in my backpack, and then we can go find my friends. I still don't know where they are." Specks moved down the cabinets to the letter C.

Carter, Carter, Carter. Specks said through his mind. Dr. Henry Carter was the first on the list, so he would be the first on Specks list. He wondered who might be on Carter's reference card.

He found the C shelf, he pulled on the glasses, and he zapped himself in.

He started leafing through the files.

"Carter, Carter, Carter," he said out loud.

Miranda knew what he was doing. Miranda knew what he would find. Everything was working out perfectly. Stupid boy, he couldn't possibly even fathom what was happening around him. His friends were already done for. He would be next. She moved over to the table, and she grabbed the bar that lay underneath the piles of paper.

"Here we go," Specks announced lifting the file out of the cabinet, "Carter comma Henry. Let's see who's on his reference card. Heh, this is pretty easy, don't you think Miranda?"

"Of course," she said, moving in closer.

"Let's see...what? Miranda, the first name on the list is you. Miranda Carter? Is that you..."

He was cut off by a fast moving metal bar coming at him.

That was the second time that day he was surprised and knocked out.

He would have to work on that in the future.

* * * *

Zak Dackard (or Psycho depending on how hardcore you are) was on the move.

He had to find Lindsey. He had to find Specks.

He had to save the day.

He left Mew in its pokeball, and left that strapped to his belt.

No need to go blasting through this place, yet.

He was done playing games.

He was done being pushed around by Heather's father and any other stupid scientists trying to control him and his friends.

It was time for some answered questions and day saving.

Psycho always wanted to be a hero.

But it was getting harder and harder to play fair.

They didn't come here to fight.

They came here to discover stuff about Lindsey.

Team Rocket mentioned Cinnabar Island to her when they held her in Celadon City. So they came out here to find out something, anything about Lindsey's past. Maybe she used to live here. Maybe her parents work here. Maybe this is where she got her powers. Who knows? Nobody, that's why they came.

Now things had gone all wrong. Apparently they had found the long- lost Malcolm Lapier, Heather's father. And also they have now been split up and possibly captured. This wasn't a good day.

And this wasn't the time to play fair.

"Mew, let's go," Psycho said as he held out the Master Ball. The little pink and white pokemon burst from the pokeball and flew out in front of Psycho. "Everybody's been captured Mew. We've got to find Lindsey." The pokemon just floated there, and then it moved behind Psycho when Psycho started walking forward.

"Sense for her buddy," Psycho instructed, "feel for her or something. We need to find her fast. They took Specks somewhere, but he can manage. But they grabbed Lindsey and took her off somewhere. We've got to find her. Anything?"

Psycho turned around. Mew had stopped a few feet back. She was floating about five and a half feet above the ground, and she was looking at the wall. When Psycho turned to her, she turned to him and just stared.

"She behind that wall?"

Mew turned back to the wall. Mew started glowing a brighter pink, and then with all the power at her disposal, Mew blasted the wall apart. Psycho went running back to Mew. The hole created in the wall entered into a small laboratory with all sorts of science stuff around. Mew instantly flew into the new room and straight to the opposite wall. Psycho followed, and he could here people talking on the other side of the wall.

"Who is it?" he asked his partner.

Mew didn't turn around to acknowledge him. Instead, she began to glow again, and this new wall also blew apart.

Psycho looked through the new hole.

And what he saw made him scream.