((Midlonia))
A
black GEM
gun carrier
Growled down the street, several Sturm officers leapt out and began
to run down the street, one brandished a door breaker, they all
grouped around a single door in the narrow street, its glass was
brokern in one corner, and its red paint was flaking away.
"Hit
it."
The metal door breaker slammed against the door,
after two hits it had flung off of its hinges
"GO GO
GO!"
They clattered into the building, their pistols
drawn, one officer tried the handle to the basement, it rattled but
didn't open.
"SIR!"
Another crack of metal on
wood signalled another door being smashed.
The sturm officers
thundered down the stairs, their hobnail boots rattling on the old
wood. The first to reach the bottom clicked on a light.
"Jesus!"
Four
bookcase like structures contained row upon row of the two colour
sphere like obects.
"Get them the hell outta here and to
the disposal plant..."
The officers began to rab the
objects and began to ferry them out.
A new recruit tried to take
to ma away at once, one fell from the thirty or so he had grabbed and
cracked on the floor.
"Idiot!"
"Pokemon
loose! look out!"
A small, yellow, rat like creature came
from the ball, it tilted its head and looked at the
officers.
"Pika-"
The gunshot erupted and
echoed around the small basement, the creature was flug backwards
against the wall where it bled from several holes, it twitched and
made an attempt to get back up, a second sound, slightly muffled
sounded again. The creatures insides spilled out onto the carpet.
The
sturm officer checked his compact shotgun, then placed it back into
his long black trenchcoat.
"Make sure that doesn't happen
again laddie..."
"Yes sir." The junior had
flshed slightly pink.
The lead officer, noticable by his golden
Dove with olive branch on his officers cap. Walked back up the stairs
and back onto the street, his feet crunched slightly on the gravel as
he approached the GEM gun carrier.
A brown haired, grey eyed man
sat, tied up in the carrier.
"Impressive collection you
had their proffessor Hartman, shame it won't survive..."
The
proffessor spat at the lead officer, this promted a whack with a
shock stick from another officer, the proffessor collapsed unconcious
into the bottom.
The lead officer wiped his face of the spit and
remounted the carrier, the other officers leapt aboard and the
carrier gunned into life and lurched back down the narrow streets.
