Chapter Three: Aboard the S. S. Tron

Hark boarded the S. S. Tron, now having a Tron Pass to give to the lady at the front. He immediately set out to find the three Team Magma men.

The first one he managed to find was Keith, who was causing a disturbance in the central room. Instead of bothering to fight him, he started to sneak past him and go to the control room where he knew Sean and/or Roger would be. However, Keith caught him.

"Hey, you. You're the kid from earlier aren't you? I didn't know you were alive! Gotta report this to the team..." He started to take out his walkie-talkie.

"Not if I can help it. Totodile, go!" Totodile came out of its PokeBall.

"Totodile, use Water Gun on the walkie-talkie!"

"Totodile!" Totodile spit a large gush of water, like a fountain.

"My walkie-talkie! You'll pay for this! Torkoal, go!"

A turtle-looking Pokemon emerged from the PokeBall, although it didn't say "Torkoal" and it looked weird and dark. What was wrong with that Pokemon? Hark decided not to care and ordered Totodile to use Scratch on the Torkoal. However, it did very little damage.

"Torkoal, use Ember on the brat's Totodile!"

Torkoal obeyed silently, and once again, very little damage.

But this time Hark had a better attack. "Totodile, Water Gun!"

"Totodile!" This time Torkoal fell to the ground, still able to battle but very weak.

Keith had a better attack too. "Now Torkoal, use Smog!"

Not only did Totodile faint, but Hark used the smoke to start to run away. But Hark recalled Totodile and followed him.

"What are you trying to do now, brat! Quit fooling with us!" Keith ran off. "Chasing after the Team Magma guy?"

"That's exactly what I'm doing," replied Hark. He kicked Keith out the window.

Keith fell into the ocean. He quickly bobbed up for air. "What do you think you're doing, you crazy kid? Trying to kill me? This water's three miles deep!" He sunk back in.

However, the police were already on their way.

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Keith's mother received a knock at the door. It was the policeman again.

"Hello, Mrs. Lashin, I have some more news on Team Magma for you. May I have a seat?"

"I DON'T WANT NEWS ON TEAM MAGMA! I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT HARK!"

"Ma'am?"

"I'm sorry, you can sit down." The policeman walked inside and closed the door. "Now, what would you like to tell me?