See? Look at that, a double update day. Whoopee. Well anyways, this chapter won't be much longer than the first two. As I said earlier, these beginning chapters are going to go by fast, to show how suddenly his life changes. After all, these are more like an introduction than anything.
And just so you know, I picked Adam's move set very carefully. I actually did research, and every move he uses is possible for a Vulpix to learn. And he will have the criteria needed for those moves.
The General gave a hearty laugh. "Why, right now if you'd like. Follow me, and I'll bring you to the training room."
He stood up, and I followed suit. He walked out the door, into the reception area. When he saw that I followed him, he nodded to the receptionist. The receptionist pushed a button, and part of the floor slid away, revealing a hidden staircase. We went down it, and at the bottom was a large metal door.
The General opened it, revealing a massive room the size of a football field. It was filled with hundreds of Pokemon, Pokemorphs and humans, all bustling about. There were military equipment, such as tanks and missiles, scattered about. There were large obstacle courses in one corner of the room, which apparently were very popular. It all looked like something from a movie.
I was dumbstruck, which anyone could easily see. I swear, my jaw hit the floor when I saw how many people were down here. "Uh... Why? Why is this here? Why does this exist?"
The General laughed again. "This is the IPO's headquarters, kiddo. Besides, this isn't even all of it. This is just the main room."
He walked off, and I, quickly regaining my senses, followed him. Eventually, the General stopped in front of a female Lucario, and said "Excuse me, but I have a new recruit. Would you please escort him around, and show him the facilities?" He then unlocked my handcuffs, and walked off.
She grinned menacingly when she saw me. "Ooh, fresh meat? Don't worry General, I'll show him around the place. Follow me, kid." Without waiting for me to say anything, she marched off. I had to jog to catch up to her.
"Hey, where are we going?" I asked, still jogging. "And who are you, Miss?"
She didn't look at me. "I am Roxanne Wolfine. Call me Wolfine, punk."
"Uhh, alright Wolfine. But you didn't answer my first question. Where are we going?"
"To your room, brat. I'll have things to do other than show meatbags such ad you around the place. I'll have another soldier show you around later."
I huffed, exhaling a small flame. "I have a name, you know."
She ignored me, and kept on marching. She was really starting to annoy me.
Finally, after about five minutes of silence and jogging through various hallways, she stopped in front of a rooob. The room was labeled 413.
"Here you go, sack o' shit. Your room, have fun." Without another word, she stormed off.
I sighed, another flame escaping from my muzzle. I opened the door, to find (Surprise!) an incredibly bland room. There were too desks, two chairs, two beds and one napping Leafeon. I took it that the Leafeon was my roommate, of sorts. I sighed again, and laid down on the unoccupied bed and slept.