Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon. Nintendo does. This story isn't written to make profit, or even to get attention from girls. It is simply written for entertainment and to keep myself busy. The main characters are mine however (except for professor Oak and some Jenny's and Joy's) and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't use it without my approval.
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Chapter 8 – Right behind
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The boat stopped in the small bay just outside Pallet Town.
"Are you sure?"
"Giovanni didn't want the outposts to know about him, but he heard about someone with his description, and now we're here to check that out."
The two men let out a small boat, to reach the shore. Both were dressed casual, so no one would suspect they were Rockets. They both had blue jeans on while one had a red shirt and the other a black shirt. The one with the red shirt put on a short black jacket while the other one used his Rocket trenchcoat. Since there were no markings on it, he figured he could use it.
"So we're gonna check out everyone who fits his description?" the one with the red jacket asked.
"Until we have a positive ID." Was the reply.
"Do you know how many twenty year olds there are with long black hair, dressed in black?"
"Not that many since new wave went out of style, and that was about fifteen years ago."
"Okay, but still," his mind slowly caught up with events, "hey, how did Giovanni hear about this kid anyway?"
"I hope you mean the one we're looking for now."
"Of course I do. I'm not an idiot, I know how Giovanni heard about our target."
"Good, well, apparently the one were looking for now, threatened someone else over a wounded Pikachu or something."
"Huh?"
"The Pikachu was wounded and that other guy bothered him or something, so our target pulled out a knife. I've heard he stormed even in the pokécentre with the knife and demanded the Pikachu was to be treated."
"But he don't even care about pokémon."
"I know, but Giovanni wants us to investigate it, and I must say, it does sound like him."
"I don't know, pulling out a knife?"
"He did it before."
"I know, but over something as trivial as a Pikachu? Come on!"
The other Rocket shrugged as he jumped on the shore and secured the boat.
"So we're going to Pewter now?"
"First we stop here."
"Won't he be in jail?"
"No, they let him out, but the best part is, he has to report to the police station in every city he stops."
"Good. That way it's easier to track him, if it is him."
"And he's not that far from us."
"Why, when was all this?"
"Three days ago."
"Three days? He can be at the other side of Mount Moon by now!"
"Possible, but according to Giovanni's source, he had some connection with professor Oak."
"THE Oak?"
"The one living here in Pallet Town."
Both Rockets grinned and looked towards professor Oak's house.
"Then let's pay the good professor a visit."
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Professor Oak took a good look at both men. One had a stylish haircut that kept his blond hair nice in order with a short black jacket and a red shirt, the other had a trimmed cut that gave the top of his skull a hint of black. He wore a black trenchcoat with a black shirt. It seemed like something used to be patched on the sleeves of his trenchcoat, just under his shoulders but he couldn't be sure and it would draw to much attention if he tried to take a closer look. He returned his attention to the picture. It was a shot of Tony, dressed in black (which didn't really surprise Oak as much as the picture), sitting on a bench in a park somewhere, Oak suspected the Safari Zone as he thought he could make out the silhouette of a Lapras in the back.
"No, I'm sorry, I haven't seen him. Why do you look for him?"
"Personal business." The one with the smooth haircut said.
"My kid brother," the trimmed one, quickly replied, giving his compatriot a mean look, "he disappeared a few days ago and I've heard he was sighted here."
"Ah, I'm sorry, but I don't know him."
"Very well," the trimmed one said, "I'm very sorry to have troubled you."
"Not at all, goodbye gentlemen." Oak said as he closed the door.
The Rockets returned to the boat.
"Well that was a bust." The blonde one said.
"Not at all," the tracker replied as he put the picture back in the pocket of his trenchcoat, "he knows him, I saw it in his reaction when he saw the picture. He just doesn't want to tell us, so that means our boy has talked."
"Should we kill him?"
"What? Kill Oak? No, not for the moment. I'm sure the good professor isn't a threat to us. And if he is…" He let out a wicked smile.
"So, now what?"
"We go to Pewter to find him."
"What if he isn't there anymore. It's been three days."
"Then we fly to Cerulean and wait for him there."
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Oak looked through his window and saw the two men turn to the road to Viridian. Damn, they didn't buy his story. He didn't know what was going on, but he had to warn Tony so he picked up his phone and dialled Tony's number.
