Mua!haha!haha! yey yey yey! My second review. Life makes me so happy! hehe! Please please more! hehe!
Here's chappy 2 . It's a long one, so enjoy!
Chapter 2 -/- Weapon
Allen and Eileen arrived to the radio tower somewhere around eight that morning. They walked in and looked around. The place was very crowded this morning, or was that how it was every day? They didn't have any way of knowing, it had been at least three years since Eileen had been to the tower and Allen had never gone to a radio tower. They managed their way to the front desk and asked for Alana Wingg.
"Miss Wingg is not available right now, please tell me your names and we'll call you in," the lady told them.
"Alright...we're Allen Fugissaki," Allen began as the lady wrote the names she heard.
"And Eileen Crimfire," Eileen finished. The lady finished taking the notes.
"Tell her Mineko Ackagi sent us," Allen said.
"I will," assured the woman. Just as they were walking away, the woman asked, "Miss, are you related to Marissa Crimfire?" Eileen turned,
"Yes, I'm her younger sister, I have been...away for some time," she explained.
Just then, the phone rang, making the woman pick up, "Hello, Goldenrod City Radio Tower, how can I help you today?" she began with the well rehearsed answer all employees were forced to memorize, "yes, ma'am. I understand," she said, her voice had taken a different sound, now of obedience instead of greeting. "Miss Crimfire, Mr. Fugissaki, please take the elevator to floor B1, Miss Wingg is waiting for you," she said to them, as they exchanged glances and headed for the elevator.
The elevator didn't take long to arrive, and once on they noticed the "B1" floor was only a floor beneath them. Strange, there weren't any stairs leading to it... Eileen noticed. Once in the basement, they noticed how the lighting in the room reminded them so much of Mineko's office, dim-to-dark.
"So you've arrived!" a woman said walking into the light, she had long dark blonde hair put up in a braid, and sharp violet eyes. She wore a business outfit, a dark gray knee-length skirt, white button-up neck shirt, and a jacket matching to the skirt in both color and material, not to mention the mahogany tie around her neck and high-heel shoes. She was your typical businesswoman; she even had the glasses! But they were folded in her jacket breast pocket. "I'm Alana, pleased to meet you," she said.
"Yeah, same here," Allen said for both him and Eileen.
Alana smiled, she knew he wasn't having a good day, men never did when they met her, "You cam here for your weapons and your Agent ID's," she explained, "I need to know if you had any weapon training at you academies." Eileen and Allen exchanged glances for a moment.
"Yeah," he said.
"Yes," she confirmed.
"Alright, anything you felt more... "comfortable" with?" she asked.
"Well, guns were always my strong point at the academy," Allen began.
"I don't care if you're good at them or not, I want to know if you have something that comes naturally to you, that you can use without thinking because you enjoy it, not because you forced yourself to train at it," Alana said in a commanding tone.
"Short swords and staffs," said Eileen, I really liked those two weapons, and regular or large swords as well, but I really didn't like many of the long range weapons," she explained.
"All righty!" Alana said in a triumphant tone as she grabbed a folder from a near by box and opened it, writing something in it with a pen she already held at her hand.
Allen sighed and leaned against a box behind him, "I like guns," he corrected himself, "and for close range I'll take a baseball bat" he joked.
Alana just shook her head and took the other folder and wrote something in it. "Okay, now that we have a good idea of what we're looking for, lets take a look at the weapons. This way" she took the two remaining folders that were still sitting on the box, and led the partners to another, darker room. She hit the switch and when the lights came on neither partner could contain their amazement.
"What is this?!"
"You got enough weapons for a small army!" came the voices of Eileen and Allen simultaneously.
"Yes, but today you only get to choose, we will give you probe weapons designed from the ones you choose," Alana explained. "Now, Allen, you said you wanted a gun, this area over here should provide a good selection," she said bringing him over to an area close to the entrance, it had a large selection of...guns, like she had stated. Everything from riffles to handguns, please remember your weapons must be able to hide under clothing," she sounded like a recorder, it was obvious se had gone through this a lot of times.
Eileen wandered around until a black, short sword caught her eyes. She picked it up, it had a simple design, it looked like a regular, black, large stick, but it had a golden line dividing the hold from the sheath, and that gold line had a red string attached to it. She drew the small blade; it shone silver, not a trace of blood, fat, or any sign of ever being used.
"You like that one?" Alana asked, startling Eileen.
"Y-Yes!" she said.
"Great! Now for a staff..." Alana went to look for a good staff to give Eileen.
"How am I going to dissimulate a staff?" Eileen asked.
"Ever heard of a retractable one?" answered Alana.
The next few hours were spent looking for a staff that was right for Eileen, and after she finally found the dark-shaded metal staff, that was now about 5 inches long due to retraction. It took Allen two more hours to find one simple weapon he really liked, he chose a small gun, it was a little bigger than his open hand, it was a cool metal and it seemed to be new, so he claimed that the trigger pull was o really smooth but that he would need jacketed ammo. Not that Eileen cared, but Alana seemed to. After weapon choosing was done, Alana dragged Eileen and Allen up to her office.
"Now, Allen, stand still and smile," Alana said as she placed the folders on her desk and took a camera from a drawer in her desk. Once his picture was taken, came Eileen, and then a picture of both of them.
"Let me guess, some sort of record you're gonna keep on us?" Allen asked after the picture of both of them was taken.
"Yes," Alana explained, "One is taken each year, sort of to show how your relationship is going, you know, the poses you do and everything can mean something."
"Right," Allen said sarcastically.
"So you'll be monitoring even our personal lives?" Eileen asked.
"That's one way to think of it..." Alana said, looking over the pictured in the digital camera. She went over to her desk and uploaded them to her computer and printing them. "All righty!" she told herself. Next thing she did was e-mail a request for a test version of the weapons Allen and Eileen had chosen.
Eileen looked at her watch, 2:30p.m. They had spent about seven hours with the weapon picking and I.D. making, This had better be worth it, Eileen complained in her head.
"Okay, your I.D. will be ready in about an hour, your weapons will arrive at the pokémon center tomorrow morning," Alana smiled. "In the meantime, let's go over some of the more important things you must keep in mind while on missions," she stood up. "Rule 1: Finish your mission within the given time, penalty: the later you are, the more money will be deducted from the final pay, if you are so late that all money owed to you, your own salary will be used to pay repairs to any property damages. Rule 2: Keep civilians OUT of Agent missions, it is true that sometimes we get asked to kill people (and we normally don't accept), but killing or even hurting someone irrelevant is not accepted. Penalty: 99% of the time it is an accident, both killings and injuries, but you will be treated with a program similar to the law, you can get anything from "Time-out" to execution. Expulsion is also an option. Rule 3: Do not get sidetracked while on a mission, penalty is similar to Rule 1 if you get caught. Rule 4: Do not destroy any major landmarks. The Agency will take care of property expenses, but landmarks are a different story. Penalty: you'll be paying for it. Rule 5: Do not let your personal feelings get in the way of your mission. If you are sent to kill someone from your past and you can't do it, have your partner do it. The only exception to this rule is with your partner, you must your best to keep your partner alive, don't forget you two were matched up as a "perfect" group. Penalty: Isolation, and temporary suspension." Alana took a long breath, "In other words, One: Be on time, Two: Don't get civilians caught up, Three: Don't get distracted, Four: Don't destroy monuments, Five: Don't let your feeling get in the way of your work. Understood?" she looked at the couple of Agents.
They both looked at each other, then back at Alana, and nodded. "Good!" Alana sat on her chair, "remember you will punished as one, except for the isolation one, you and your partner will be suspended, but the real culprit will be kept away from people for some time," she smiled, "Now, do you have any questions?"
"Will we really get send to kill someone? Aren't we a little...new to the Agency?" Eileen asked.
"Well, not quite yet, but you may, eventually," Alana answered.
Several hours went by as Alana went over several more rules and regulations about being an Agent. Eventually a secretary came in the room and delivered an envelope to Alana. "All right, thank you," she thanked the secretary taking the envelope and opening it, "Here're your ID's!" she said as she handed Eileen and Allen a card each. The cards had a picture of them on the left side and a barcode on that took up most of the bottom and overlapped the picture. It said their name and basic statistics, such as age and gender, on the free space. One thing Eileen noticed was the Omega symbol next to her name, Must be my section, she thought to herself.
"Well. I believe that that about covers everything you need to know," she said as she stood and took up the two thicker folders, "here, this is for you," she said handing them each a folder.
"And this is?" Allen asked.
"Your history and background, and your partner's," explained Alana.
"So everything we need to know about ourselves and out partners is in these folders?" Eileen asked.
"You could say that," answered Alana, "Now I have to get back to my regular schedule if you don't mind..." she said.
Without another word Allen and Eileen exited the office and the building.
The next day Eileen went to see her sister, who was rather surprised of how much she had grown in the past two years. She cried of happiness too, which Eileen considered cute. Eileen explained to her everything she had learned, and Marissa met Allen, which would prove to be a burden to Eileen, since Marissa seemed to love bugging Eileen about having a male partner.
Allen observed the two sisters talk for a while; they looked very similar. The both had the same color hair, dark brown (Eileen's was a little lighter) but the lengths varied. While Eileen's hair was long and reached somewhere around her middle back, Marissa's hair reached right above her shoulder. And while Eileen normally kept her hair tied back, Marissa let it down. Eileen was a bit shorter that Marissa, who was almost his height. Their eyes were the same though; an icy light blue that if glared at someone could send chills down their spine.
Their personalities were rather opposites; Marissa seemed a lot more open and daring. She always spoke her mind, too. He noticed that when she asked them "So are you two dating?" so casually. He wasn't experienced in that field. All his life he had trained to be the best, but somehow he didn't really like that, so when Agency requited him he wasn't reluctant. He had never had the time to go in relationships...'always too busy to pay attention to someone,' was what a girl told him once when a few friends got them together.
Eileen was friendly and understanding, and liked to think things before she spoke. She seemed like the type that would avoid combat, but he didn't really know since the situation hadn't occurred yet. She seemed to always want to know everything there was to know, and loved her pokémon more than anyone he had ever seen. But she was also someone that once you befriended could be a good friend, at least that was what he thought.
That day was when they got their "temporary" weapons. They came in a package wrapped with several layers of tape, which Eileen attempted opening with her hands but Allen ended up opening with a pocketknife. Just as Alana had said, they were exact replicas. There was the gold lining and red ribbon on her sword, and the staff was the same shade of metallic blue. Allen said there was no way his gun was a replica, that it was the same as the one he had used before.
"That's impossible, Miss Ackagi told us we needed copies and that originals aren't allowed to new agents...I think," she said in a tone that sounded not- so sure.
"I am telling you this is the original," he assured her.
She sighed, "I suppose we can always call and ask," she said in a tone that normally went accompanied with a "duh!"
After they examined their weapons, and conversed about them, they found a letter that was meant for them to read before looking over the weapons, it read:
Dear Allen and Eileen;
I have really high hopes for you and since I know you have to leave tomorrow I decided to give you the original weapons (the replicas wouldn't be done until a week from now! I swear my section needs better funding!) Anyway, I really think you'll be able to make the best out of these weapons and I know you two will make great partners. Good luck on your missions!
Sincerely,
Alana Rio Wingg
P.S.
I already talked to Mineko-san she's aware of your situation.
"I told you they were the originals," he teased.
"Of shut up," she answered.
"Heh, looks like someone doesn't like to loose in arguments," he commented.
"Are you getting 'big brotherish' on me?" she asked, making up words as she spoke.
"Maybe," he said.
"Someone's in an awfully good mood," commented Eileen. It was true that since they had spent most of the time together the last three days they had gotten used to dealing with each other, but she still felt a little unfamiliar with him. However, he was one of the few people who actually joked with her, even if this was the first time he did it.
They were in his room, which had been provided by the pokémon center. Eileen had been given a room in a different floor, and they decided that opening the package with weapons inside wouldn't exactly look good in the lobby. Just then the phone rang. Allen picked up on the videophone.
"This is Allen," he said. Eileen could hear the conversation it was a videophone.
"Sir, if I am correct you are staying here with someone, right?" Nurse Joy sounded somehow alarmed over the phone.
"Yes," Allen answered, a little confused.
"Well sir, we were wondering if your friend could move in with you for tonight, you see we have two trainers here that need emergency treatment but we have no rooms available, you and your friend are the only people I am sure are traveling together," Nurse Joy explained.
Allen looked over to Eileen; she nodded. She had a habit of putting herself in other people's places a lot; she did that with everyone she met, until she really got to know them. So of course she felt she needed to help the trainers that needed help.
"Yes," Allen told Nurse Joy.
"Oh thank you so much!" she thanked before hanging up.
"I'm gonna go get my stuff," Eileen said as she threw the sword on the bed, why don't you get the couch fixed up so I can sleep on it? Sheets would do nice," she said as she exited the room.
She went back to her room as fast as she could. She entered the room and grabbed her bad from the counter next to the door. Next she went over to a small table and picked up a few books she had been reading and her CD player. She stuffed it all in her bag and did a quick check-up over the rest of the room and went out. Just then, Nurse Joy came rushing; two Chansey came helping a female trainer get to the room. Eileen rushed over to help the trainer. As she placed the trainers arm over her shoulder for support, she noticed the girl was wearing a necklace, it looked very cheap, it was long, and made out of half-burned cloth, but what really got her attention was the card at the end of it, it looked just like her ID!
Muahaha! There's the longest chappy yet! d'ya like it? hate it? review!