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An: SORRY ABOUT BEING SO LATE! Aw man I don't even have time to write. This has been on my comps for the longest while. So instead of not doing anything with it I just decided to post. Sorry. It's a really raw post. No editing took place and it was supposed to be three time longer. I'm getting back the feel of writing so you can expect an update for crossover and rain soon. That's if I get reviews.

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NOTE:- Just wanna thank all the people that reviewed I know this isn't a good update but I've had this part sitting here so long I decided to upload it. I still have yet to see this story that I supposedly "copied" from. The nerve of these people saying that I stole someone else's work which by the way isn't on this site and no one can tell me where to find this story. Bleh. Anyway. On with chapter 2. Or part of it anyway.

The room gives off a cold feeling. It is lit by the lights on the high ceiling making all the shadows come out to play. The floor is padded and the eastern wall is lined with mirrors. The whole room looks like a martial arts center and is void of human presence save for one. A fairly tall and athletic man with short raven hair hits the punching bag repeatedly and creates the only noise in the room which consist of grunts and thumps. He wears a black track pants and black trainer gloves. His body glistens with sweat, which shows his defined and muscular body, while the rest graces the floor in puddles and smears.

He gives the bag a high roundhouse kick and lands on the ground in perfect fighting stance. His eyes do not falter. His concentration is immense. It stays that way even though an annoyed look crosses his features and he says, "What are you doing here LT?"

He punches the bag with both hands in lighting fast combos. Lieutenant Surge who was by the door behind him just chuckles as the fighter continues his assault on the bag. Surge is a big man………huge man with overly big muscles with camouflage gear and low white hair.

He walks slowly towards the middle of the room where the man is. "You never cease to amaze me. You always know someone is around. But as far as your question goes, I should be asking you the same thing Snake. As far as I know you don't live here but anytime someone needs to find you this is the one place to look. Don't you want a life?"

Snake continues hitting his deadly combos onto the inanimate object but still manages a response in between them. "My life is about taking others. It is about my eternal damnation so that society of the Johto region will be protected. So in fact, being here everyday and training is my life because it is the way to prepare to get the job done."

Anyone can see the similarities between Ash and Misty's cold demeanor. It is almost as though they hate everyone else in the world which really is not the case.

Surge smirks at Ash's answer though and leans on a post while watching him. "Always got to be the smart ass huh?" he jokes while he shakes his head slightly. His smirk faded and he watched Ash train for a while. He did not know how to bring up the topic but he knew he had to. After seeing Ash in fighting stance and breathing hard, he decided to break the news. "You know our mole has told us it is time to move on A.J. right?"

Ash now stood in fighting stance, not moving. Surge observed him for a while but the reaction was expected. Actually, it should have been ten times worse so Surge was quite content with it. That was until Ash slowly turned around. That is when Surge actually took a step back at what he saw. The eyes. The fire. The pain.

Surge knew that Ash had given up so much for the sake of the mission.

Ash stood straight with his clenched hands a little away from his waist. His breathing could be heard but based on the way he clenched his teeth it wasn't from being tired. It was to keep himself composed during the topic before a mixture of emotions erupted from within him.

He closed his eyes slowly and regulated his breathing. When he calmed himself he opened them again. "When do I leave?" he asked.

Surge looked away to the mirrors. "Soon Ash. Soon."

But Ash realized that Surge answered absentmindedly and was rather distant at the moment. A suspicious and not too warm look came over Ash's face.
"Spill LT."

Surge snapped back into reality. He did not realize he was so deep into his thoughts until now. But since Ash suspected something there was no better time to relay the news to him than now.

"Ok. Here goes……." He took a deep breath and let it out. "The head of the Agency in Kanto has asked that you be partnered with someone in order to bring down A.J."

Ash scoffed and looked away before turning his attention back to the big man.

"I hope you told Brock that was unacceptable……" he said as he studied Surge's face.

After reading the man's emotion displayed Ash got rather annoyed.
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"This is bullshit!" he exclaimed while approaching the big man.

He stopped so close to him that he could hear his breathing. His finger pointed to the man's face while his mouth let out threatening whispers. "You know I work alone. You go back and tell Brock that he should put aside personal feelings and be professional about this. Anyone they send is not going to be able to keep up with me. It will be like babysitting and we would put our undercover agent at risk. I will not jeopardize this mission for the sake of formalities. It is much too important to the Pokemon world………..and to me."

Ash's words ceased but Surge took his hand and lowered Ash's finger from his face. He had a look so angry that most people would have pissed their pants.
"You are out of line Ketchum," he said low and dangerously. "Don't forget who's in charge around here. I've allowed you a lot of leverage because I know you but lately you have been getting out of line. Don't push it."

The two stared at each other intensely as though it were a staring competition. Finally Ash slowly turned around and walked to a bench that had an opened gym bag with clothes and a sleeping Pikachu. He took the pokemon out of the bag and laid him gently on the bench. He then took out a towel from the bag while sitting next to the mouse and drying himself off. His anger had slowly diminished even though his face said otherwise. But Surge was accustomed to this. After all, he trained Ash to hide the emotions in the first place.

"Alright. But I still think Brock is making this personal," Ash finally muttered while brushing the towel against his skin.

Surge nodded at Ash's comment while leaning against a post. "And you aren't? Although I agree he is making this personal but not for the same reason as you."

Ash looked up while dropping the towel into the bag and taking out a jersey.
"What is that suppose to mean?"

Surge sighed. 'This is going to hit Ash hard. Might as well say it as fast as I can' he thought.

"Well Brock is only sending his agent because he wants to everything in his power to bring A.J. down. He actually put aside his personal feelings to come to the decision. But it is because of that he has made the mission even more personal."

Ash, now fully dressed in black with the exception of his gym shoes, twisted his face in a sarcastic look. "Right, that really clears things up for me."

Surge chuckled a bit before he continued. "Very funny Ash. But I needed to tell you that so you would understand that Brock would obviously send his best agent despite the personal attachment. An agent we know all too well."

Ash's body became still. From the outside one could tell his jaws were nicely clenched. "Codename?" he gritted out. Surge leant off the post and took some steps to Ash. Out of his camo jacket he pulled a folder. He then handed it to Ash before walking a few steps backwards.

"Agent Rain." He said once he had stopped.

He took notice of Ash's actions. His hands were clenching the bench with all his might and his eyes were not what they were before. Before Surge could see beneath Ash's cold features but now…………..Ash's eyes showed a different kind of cold. It was a cold from the heart.

Surge decided the silence was too long and broke it.
"Agent Fox will also be accompanying you for radio contact."

Ash opened the folder and stared at the profile. Agent Rain. A very successful agent. She also had some very powerful pokemon. The report said her favorites were Politoed, Gyarados, Starmie, Golduck, Corsola and Dewgong. Assigned 155 missions of which 140 were successful. Specialty reported as stealth, sniping and Closed Quarters Combat(CQC)

As couldn't help but snort at seeing CQC.

'Of course it's one of her specialties. After all, it was the two of us who designed it.'

Ash's eyes stayed fixed on the picture of the young woman with emotions that the best and most insightful of agents would deem unreadable. It was just there, watching…..searching……longing???

Wait…What??

Ash growled and quickly shook his head. 'What the hell do you think you're doing Ketchum. Remember who you are.'

He took a while to compose himself. When he finished doing so courtesy a few deep breaths he turned to his commanding officer and asked ever so professionally, "When do they arrive?"

At this time Surge took a step towards Ash and handed him an envelope. "We meet them tomorrow."

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A/N: YAYYY. Anyway. Read and review. Not enough reviews for the chapter and no update. Yes im a meanie.