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.:Part 2; insanely heroic ideas:.
Misty gasped and reached over to pull Ash's arm, never taking her eyes of the rockets. "Ash!" She shook his arm again to get his attention. "It's Team Rocket!"
Ash didn't answer her. He was too busy mentally kicking himself for picking this restaurant, at this time. Curse his bad luck! It's like they have this radar that says 'Ash Ketchum will be here, so go rob this place at this time!'
"Ash! Ash, are you in there?" Misty whispered fiercely at him, trying not to pull attention to herself. "Ash! We have to get out of here so we can get our pokemon!"
'At least Misty is thinking straight…' Ash thought to himself. He let out a deep, frustrated sigh. 'Why me?'
"ASH!" She hissed through her teeth while reaching over the table and smacking his head.
Ash finally snapped back into reality, but only because a loud, annoyingly scratchy voice was blasting through a speaker phone. His gaze fell on a figure standing on a cleared table to the left. "Ladies and gentlemen! Please stay calm! We are only here to steal your pokemon, jewels, money, and pretty much everything but the clothes from your back!" Misty gasped and her hand immediately went up to hold her necklace. "Phones on the table in front of you peoples! Let's move it! If everything goes well, no one will get hurt – much."
Even from across the dimly lit room, Ash could make out the rocket's sadistic grin. He could clearly see the blue hair, the black outfit, and could definitely recognize the annoying voice. "Butch…" Ash growled through gritted teeth. Out of the corner of his eye, he could make out their waiter, who had also taken off his uniform and Ash could now see it was James, with Jessie standing beside him. The wheels in his head began to turn and he was forced to momentarily forget the previous worries. "Misty," Ash said in a low voice, never taking his eyes off the rockets. Misty turned to Ash with worry in here eyes. "Please don't freak out, but that's Jessie and James over there at three o'clock, and butch at twelve."
Misty's eyes widened and she bit her lip trying to obey Ash's request. "Ash, we have to get to Brock and Pikachu!"
"I know." He nodded. He was once again trying to stay focused and not retreat back to the reason they were here in the first place. Again, he wondered if the rockets had a tracker on him and had some permanent goal to torture him years after they'd given up on Pikachu.
"How? You're the one with the usual insanely heroic ideas, so think of one!" Misty cried. She was nervous and frantic. Sure, Ash could beat them in a heartbeat – assuming he has his pokemon with him, but right now they were neither armed nor ready for this situation. The only thing they had going for them was the element of surprise.
Ash reached over and gently put a finger to her lips. "Hush, Misty, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves, Team Rocket will never let us out of their site if they know we're here."
Misty silently nodded. Her eyes were wide with fear and she asked, "What about James?"
Ash swore under his breath. Their 'waiter' had to have noticed them. Ash frowned and thought a moment. A plan was slowly beginning to form in his head. It wasn't much, but it was all they had in a pinch. "Alright Misty, we're going to get you out of here as soon as possible, then you run and find Brock and Pikachu, or even better, the police."
"And what about you?"
"I'll stay here and create a distraction for you, okay?"
"How exactly do you plan on doing that?" Misty hissed, her eyes shone with worry.
"Don't be so picky!" He have her a reassuring smile. "I'm making this up as I go along."
"Wonderful Ash," Misty mumbled. She looked into his brown eyes and leaned over to kiss him. "Be careful, alright? I love you."
Ash gave her one of his victory smiles. "You know I'm always careful. I love you too."
The smile faded as he glanced around the room to see if any rockets were watching. More and more rockets were revealing themselves around the room so Ash had to move fast. As silently and as quickly as he could, he dropped from his seat and crouched down to the ground. He looked around him making sure no rocket was looking; then he looked up at Misty, into her beautiful cerulean eyes, desperately hoping this wasn't going to be his last time. He gave her one final order. "Go when no one is paying attention. Be careful!"
Misty smiled and winked at him, worry still evident. "'Course."
Sure she would be okay, Ash turned his attention to the task at hand. He cursed the uncomfortable suit as he crawled around on the ground, avoiding the rocket's site. 'How do people move in this thing?' He heard a light screech and sobbing. His head automatically snapped in Misty's direction to make sure it wasn't her. He sighed in relief. The rockets were starting to take everyone's stuff, they weren't to Misty yet, but they were getting closer. He turned back to the task at hand – get as far away from the doors as possible. His eyes were constantly moving, watching for any suspicious rockets then suddenly he stopped dead his crouch. There in front of him, was a rocket, obviously someone he'd never seen before, but a rocket non-the-less. He couldn't always count on all of them being as stupid as Jessie and James. Fortunately for him, the rocket's back as turned to him and his attention seemed to be focused on something other than his duties. Ash thought quickly and scanned the area around him for ideas.
There! Ash quickly jumped into a nearby chair with a terrified couple. They stared at him oddly, but were too frightened to say anything. Ash smiled politely. From the corner of his eye he carefully watched the rockets movements. The rocket seemed to be eyeing the trio suspiciously. Ash grinned nervously and turned to look at the couple, pretending to know them. He waved his hands a little, apologized, and tried to convince the rocket he was one of the table. During this time, his eyes scanned the room for the perfect distraction. A smirk lifted his lips. There was an empty table in the corner. All he had to do was get up there and make some noise – that he was good at.
After a few tense moments, Ash saw the rocket leave out of the corner of his eye. As soon as the rocket was out of sight, Ash crouched down again. He was almost there! The rockets weren't paying as much attention as they should. They were more focused on the other rockets who were stealing the objects form the customers. Ash was lucky.
He turned his head briefly to check his position. He couldn't see Misty anymore, which meant he was almost at his destination, he only hoped he wasn't too late. There it was! The corner of the room, and lucky for him, the table was still empty. Ash forgot all his attempts to be careful and made a mad dash to the table, making all the noise he could to get everyone's attention. As soon as he had hopped onto the table, he turned to face the rest of the room. All the rocket's attention was turned on him, along with the guests. He could see their faces were etched in fear, especially the woman whose purse was currently being searched by a rocket.
"HEY, you jerks!" Ash called out.
All eyes were on him. "Yea, you stupid rockets! What makes you think your going to get away with this?" He stood on the table, his arms crossed. He searched desperately with his eyes to see if Misty was there or not. She was almost at the door! Now to delay them further…
The rocket closest to him stared in awe of his insubordination, but then shook out of his daze and shouted up at Ash, "WHAT DO YA THINK YER DOIN' UP DER!"
Ash glared and didn't move a muscle. "I won't let you steal any pokemon or hurt any people."
"YOU!" Ash's head jolted over to the corner by the door. He openly gasped. The shout wasn't meant for him, but for Misty. She had almost successfully made it out the door without being noticed. A rocket – a tough, built rocket – standing closest to the door had noticed her, and she was in deep trouble.
"RUN, MISTY!" Ash cried out desperately.
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