Disclaimer: I do not own "Gunsmith Cats" or "Pokemon." They are each properties of their respective owners.
Summary: On December 21st, 1988, Pan Am Flight 103 crashed in Lockerbie, Scotland killing all 259 people on board and 11 on the ground. When it is discovered that Team Rocket smuggled a suitcase containing two explosive Pokemon on the plane, Bounty Hunter Irene "Rally" Vincent and Bomb Specialist Minnie May Hopkins are tasked with hunting down it's leader, Elizabeth "Madame Boss" Sakami and anyone involved in the bombing.
Cast:
Glenn Close as Elizabeth "Madame Boss" Sakami
Amanda Winn-Lee as Irene "Rally" Vincent
Kimberly Yates as "Minnie" May Hopkins
J. Patrick Lawlor as Bean Bandit
Tiffany Grant as Rebecca "The Nose" Farrah
Guil Lunde as Detective Roy Coleman
Rob Mungle as ATF Agent William "Bill" Collins
Michael Wincott as Ulrich Weber
Jason Alexander as Fred Ford
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"Team Rocket and the Pan Am Connection"
Written by Jeff Snyder (TwilightSparkle3562)
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Introduction
"Pan Am 103 is Down"
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December 21st, 1988 was a day that me nor my partner, Minnie May Hopkins, would never forget. This was the beginning of the next great journey of my career as a bounty hunter and gunshop owner. For the past few months, we had been looking to expand our business "Gunsmith Cats" to beyond Chicago. But while we may not have had the money, it didn't stop us from scouting possible locations.
"Okay May, here is what I am looking at for a possible location," I said to Minnie as our Pan Am flight from Chicago neared New York. "I'm looking at locations within the World Trade Center."
"Do you really want to go that route, Rally?" May asked as I showed her the map of the World Trade Center plaza. "I mean, what kind of customers would want a gunshop in the World Trade Center?"
"Look at it this way, May," I said confidently. "New York is a town that has plenty of criminals that need to be taken off the streets. The NYPD needs help and they are willing to pay handsomely for our services. Wouldn't you agree? Besides, these criminals are no different than what we have experienced in Chicago."
"Let's not just focus on the NYPD. What if there is anyone else like the FBI that would need two bounty hunters like us?"
I playfully nudged May in the side upon that remark.
"I'm the bounty hunter, you are the bomb specialist."
Of course, this led to us having a small chuckle with one another.
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As our plane descended, neither May nor I had any idea that the criminals we would be tracking were nothing like any criminals we tracked in the past. In fact, I was still recovering from the stab wounds I had sustained in my fight against that mad Ukranian woman…whatever her name is. My arm had gotten some of its feeling back, but it wasn't exactly at 100%. All I could wonder is, would my arm's injury come back to haunt me in the end?
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By 9:00pm, we landed at John F. Kennedy International Airport near New York City as a light mist fell on the city that never slept. All the both of us were thinking of was getting a good night's sleep and being fully charged for scouting locations in the morning. Upon arrival at the Pan Am Worldport, we deplaned and made our way to baggage claim to get our bags.
But just as we got to baggage claim, I couldn't help but hear the sounds of screaming and crying.
"Hey, what's going on?" I wondered to May as I saw a woman lying on the ground, her legs spread out and screaming at the top of her lungs while a man laid on top of her.
"MY BABY!" she screamed and sobbed.
My detective instinct kicking in, I made my way over to what was going on. Right away, I knew that something was wrong.
"Excuse me, coming through!" I cried only to be stopped by a policeman. "I'm a law enforcer!"
Showing my credentials, I continued to make my way towards a Pan Am employee as he consoled a middle aged couple.
"Excuse me, sir," I asked. "Rally Vincent, bounty hunter. What's going on?"
"One of our planes went down," he answered, directing me to look at the flight information monitors. "Flight 103."
All I could do was look up at the monitor and there it was: Flight 103 from Frankfurt and London was listed as "see agent."
"Rally!" May called, pushing a carriage containing our suitcases. "What's going on?"
"A plane went down," I answered. "Flight 103."
For several minutes, I continued focusing my attention on the notice and then I decided for us to leave the baggage claim area.
Very soon, the next great journey for May and me was about to commence in the deadliest attack against America before September 11th…
