Chapter 4

"Vell Yeti. Whadya think ov this veather?" Ragen Avasimov was sitting in his rocking chair by the fire. The 35 year old weapons expert was slowly sipping on his glass of Vodka. His huge 6' 7" stature made him a formidable opponent for almost anything. He received a call from his old friend Oak. He told him that his expertise was greatly needed. The blizzard was getting loud outside. The small Russian bar was almost unseen in the flurry of snow. Yeti was the part-time innkeeper, even though he belonged to Ragen, he was allowed to do pretty much anything. Yeti was Ragen's only Pokemon. It was about 4 feet tall, its small body was balanced by its two huge arms, which were used for walking. Yeti's real feet were tiny, thus it needing to use its arms to move. This was the same with just about every Yeti.

Yeti grumbled and stopped wiping the countertop. There was really no reason, Ragen was the only one there. Yeti hopped down off his stool and walked through the bartender door. He plopped down next to Ragen and rook some swigs of Ragen's vodka bottle. Yeti belched in content and started to relax. Just then, the door to the bar swung open and a blast of cold air hit Yeti. Yeti roared in anger and waddled to slam the door. A group of people fell in freezing. Yeti sighed and shut the door. He dragged the girls to a bench, Ragen got up and helped the guys to a bench. Yeti hopped on top of the counter and made some hot coffees. He threw in some Vodka to get them relaxed. Ragen handed them their glasses. They gratefully drank the coffee.

"Ah, Ragen. I knew you were here," Oak said shivering.

"Vell vell. Oak, you did make it after all," Ragen replied.

"Uhh if you don't mind, once we finish drinking and get warmed up, we'll tell you what's happening."

"Heh, take your time," Ragen sighed. Yeti mumbled and hobbled over to the jukebox in the corner. He took out a coin and put it in. The jukebox whirred, Yeti put in some numbers. The jukebox stayed silent, Yeti glared at it and hit it. The jukebox whirred and softly played some music, Yeti sighed in satisfaction and went back to cleaning up the bar.

"So, Ragen," Oak asked, "do you still like to be called Kazuki?"

"What's a Kazuki?" Misty said, her voice was quiet. She wasn't used to the cold.

"Heh, Kazuki is a name that my grandfather had, and his father. Its kinda like a middle name. You can kall me Kaz or Ragen. No matter."

"Aslo, isn't there a trainer Kazuki? He's in Palto I think..."

"Yeah. He's competing in the Scorpio Cup. So var, he's in the finals..."

"You a fan of him?"

"Not a die hard one, but I hope he vins."

"Well, we've delayed this long enough." Oak sighed, he sipped his coffee. "Ragen, we need your help..."

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Umaki sat on a dry tree stump. He leaned back, the day had been quite a challenge. He yawned and pulled out his new machete. He grinned as he polished and sharpened it, it was quite a steal. The little boy didn't have a chance. His gun lay beside him, that was just polished and reloaded, he fired it about half an hour ago, the faint scent of gun powder lingered in the air. Several days earlier, he had heard some yelling, and some odd roaring out in the rainforest. Fearing the villagers were chasing him, he fired the gun in the air. It went dead silent after that, he walked around for a bit. He saw a boy, around 13, he was crying beating his fist into the ground. He asked the boy what was wrong, the boy mumbled something about Juan, and Matarae. Incoherently, the boy started waving his machete in the air, Umaki knew the boy would never be the same. Umaki took the machete from the kid and put the kid out of his misery.

Umaki chuckled at himself, congratulating himself on his accomplishment. He bopped his current total to 34, and got a new machete too. The villagers or cops would find the body in the next several days. Umaki stood up and walked around, here in Mexico he was a celebrity. In the news almost every week. No one knew it was him, they thought it was something called Matarae. Umaki heard some commotion in the town, the villagers were gathered around a TV. The announcer said, "In the news, world renowned Pokémon experts Professor Oak, and Professor Grey will be visiting Mexico. They hope to track down Matarae, which has been plaguing the villagers for quite some time. Coming along with them, are Orange Island champion Ash Ketchum, Jhoto Champion Gary Oak, Ragen Avasimov, a weapons expert, Vladimir Levy, crypto zoologist, Gym Leaders Lt. Surge from Vermillion, Sabrina from Saffron, Brock from Pewter, and Misty from Cerulean." As the TV showed pictures of the people, some of the villagers started cheering. Matarae could possibly be stopped. One of the pictures caught Umaki's eye, however, it was a girl, 18 years roughly, with reddish hair down to her neck. She wore a necklace of a teardrop, Umaki dropped the piece of grass he was chewing on. She was so beautiful. He pushed his way to the TV and turned it up. "The local guide will be Alé Cano. A local tracker that has been famed for his expeditions into the rainforest."

"That's it!" Umaki thought to himself, "Good ol' Alé, never let me down." He grinned and walked into a nearby alley. He pulled out a cell phone and dialed some numbers. "Yes, Alé, its me, Umaki. Listen, I have a favor to ask of you...."

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A medium sized man, around 40 years old sat in his office. He had a very wiry small frame. Papers were scattered all over his desk. He looked out the window and sighed, he couldn't believe it, he, Vladimir Levy, had the opportunity to find Matarae. One of the most recent cryptids, but the most dangerous. He grinned from ear to ear until he saw his watch. He realized he was late, he needed to be at Ragen's half an hour ago. He threw on his coat and ran out the door. While he was trudging through the snow, he heard a caw. Of course, he thought. "Kongamato!" he yelled, a small thing resembling an pterodactyl glided out of the window. It was about 2 feet tall, had pig-like legs with a squat upper-body. Its head looked like a saucer with two eyes on top, two small ears, and a nice sized mouth. Its wings were bones with a very fine, transparent silk covering them.

Kongamato was one of Vlad's latest finds. Over in Africa, villagers found an adult Kongamato, which was around 6 feet long, and killed it. He was in that area, and found a baby Kongamato and took care of it.

Vlad trudged around in the snow, with Kongamato perched on his shoulder. Ragen's bar was only a short distance away. The last night's blizzard really botched up the roads and paths. Vlad whistled an old folk song to himself as he trudged through the snow, Kongamato started to hum along with him.

Vlad finally reached Ragen's bar in about fifteen minuets. He knocked on the door, snow falling from the roof. Yeti slowly opened the door, he put a finger to his lips, meaning to be quiet. Inside some people were asleep on the tables and floor, Ragen was sitting at the bar counter eating breakfast. He saw Vlad and motioned for him to come over. Ragen quietly whispered the past nights events...