Authors note- sorry for all the readers, but this is kinda a short chapter too, don't worry, then next one will be a decent size, I'm really exited to get to it! It will probably be updated tomorrow since I'm still working on it. Thanks for all the reviews!

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Chapter 6: PEA

After a long cold shower I headed to the gym early, ready to take my stress out on anything. The gym wasn't as busy as usual. I silently celebrated.

I got out the supplies and started to sweep obsessively in the main room. I followed by mopping, then taking out the garbage, cleaning the out the garbage cans, and putting in new bags. All the while, I cursed and mumbled to myself. I was starting to understand why I though janitors were so creepy.

While I was putting in new garbage bags, a man approached me. He looked way to dressed up to be in here. He had on tan, pressed pants, a light blue, collared, short-sleeved business shirt with a red tie, freshly polished shoes, and an extremely corny smile. His pager and cell phone gave the rest of him away, he was a business man.

"Can I help you?" I asked. Might as well stay on his good side.

"Hi! Is your name Kathren..." He started.

"Yes."

"I'm Brandon from PEA, I was wondering if I could have a few minutes of your time?" He seemed quite perky for a guy in pants on a nice day like this. He reminded me of a Radio announcer.

"What do you want?" I asked harshly.

He cleared his throat. "I couldn't help over hearing at the restaurant that you were fired..."

'Good god he's bringing out the big guns early.' I thought.

"And?"

"We at PEA have a proposition for you." He stated.

"Who's PEA?" I inquired.

"Poke'mon Environmental Association."

"Sounds like a comic book club." I grumbled.

He huffed a little, "PEA is a research company, trying to preserve the Poke'mon's natural habitat and..."

"Yeah, yeah, but what does all that have to do with me?" I interrupted.

"Well I'm glad you asked that question." He stated.

O god.

"We're looking to sponsor a poke'mon trainer." He said enthusiastically.

"Since when do poke'mon trainers need sponsors?" I asked.

"It pays good money." His eyes gleamed.

"Thanks, but no thanks." I stated. "Besides, I've still got a ton of community service left."

"We can easily erase the number of hours you have left." He tempted.

"No, no, and more no." I barked. "When there's money involved, there's always a catch."

"The catch is, we use you to prove to the public that we have the poke'mon's best interest in mind." He informed. "You see, there's a dangerous disease spreading in the wild, and we need the government's permission to release a vaccine."

I stopped to think...it's for the poke'mon. "I'll get back to you on that, I need some time to think."

"Certainly." He smirked, "PEA would truly appreciate you joining us."

He was handing me his card when a voice barked out from behind me. "Get out of my gym!"

It was Lt. Surge. He stood a couple of feet behind me. He had become my hero for about five seconds. He stared at Brandon furiously.

"Of course." Brandon did a mock salute and left with his card, tail between his legs. I smirked and turned toward Lt. Surge. How did an asshole like him work up enough kindness to get that guy out of my hair?

"PEA is bad news, stay away from them." he ordered.

Ok, so maybe he wasn't doing this out of the kindness of his heart. "Why?"

He sighed, obviously annoyed with the question. "I know one of the researchers. We called him cat eye. I went to war with him, he had gotten a piece of shrapnel lodged in his eye. They gave him surgery so he could keep his vision.

"He was a very powerful man. He was an expert in virology, he could make cancer look like child's play. The government used him to develop viral weaponry, but the program budget was cut, and they never finished their work."

I blinked.

"He can't be trusted." Lt. Surge stated. "If he sends anyone else to threaten or tempt you into joining them, then you'll know for sure that he's up to no good."

I nodded, "So what can I do?"

Lt. Surge gave me a strange look.

"Well if he IS up to no good, then surely he can find someone to replace me." I stated.

"IF he chooses someone else, then the only thing anyone can do is make sure PEA doesn't win the public's vote." He informed.

I frowned, "So in other words, keep them from winning anything?"

He stared.

Eh, sweat drop, I'll take that for a 'no shit.'

"Well don't just stand there!" He shouted, "get back to work!"

I jumped and pretended to be really concerned on fitting the garbage bag perfectly in the can until he walked away. Well, Master and slave bonding time is over, time to get back to work. I sighed heavily, why do I even bother?

Why was PEA so interested in me? I wasn't a true blue trainer. I didn't know the first thing about winning...I just got lucky that one time..really lucky, but that doesn't count for anything. Anyway, what good can I do against a company? They've got money, connections, and the media, okay so all three are the same thing, but all I've got is a low-level poke'mon and a lucky streak that ran out a while ago. I shrugged it off, no body said PEA was doing anything wrong.

I put away the cleaning supplies and headed back to the Motel. After a shower and some food I collapsed on the bed. I needed to get another job, something that I'm actually good at. I sighed, turned out the light, and went to sleep.

Yay! Finally finished! Now I can move on to the next chapter..my master piece (jk) Mwahahaha!

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