Hello everyone, this is Craigduff.

I tried to write this with a deadline to see if it would help me update but it may have effected my writing style.

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I had memorized the information of the mission and flicked through the channels of the radio to make sure that there were no more changes to the plan then the time it was done at, I was ready for team Rocket, but was I ready to fight for my life as well as my fathers, what if I was killed in a mediocre mission, the plans never referred to what the object was, it was only ever called "The Package" as far as I knew it was a pricy paper weight.

But now was not the time for doubts, I was crouching behind some dust bins of a loading area of one of the storage areas not too far from the exits to Solaceon town.

A black van drove slowly towards the entrance.

Four people left it, two guys and two girls, three of them wearing the classic black uniform but one of the girls had a gold band around her arm.

They went around the back of the van and took a wooden crate out and walked towards the small door.

They nocked and it was opened for them, there was some brief talking with the man who let them in and he let them through while he stood outside.

Perfect.

I stood up to get a better look at the guard.

He was skinny and seemed unarmed but there was no way to be sure until I was up close.

I took a strip of fabric from my pocket and wrapped the ends around my hands.

I put my hands behind my back as I walked towards the guard who had turned around to light a cigarette.

I was a meter behind him.

I crouched.

I sprang; my arms went into the air while they twisted going over the unsuspecting foes head and wrapping around his neck.

I pulled the make shift noose making the man go into shock, spluttering and gasping for air that wasn't coming to him.

The Rocket became limp.

The man was no longer a man, he was a body, an empty sac.

I had just killed a man.

And I felt so justified.

But not enough for my father's death to be left.

I turned back to the door, it was locked with a ID scanner above the handle.

I bent over the dead man and looked at his belt.

There was a radio like the one I had, a strange black cylinder, a set of car keys, the key card and a gun holster with a black handgun in it.

I took the key card and the gun soon realising that the cylinder was a silencer and taking it as well.

I put the key card through the swipe lock and the door opened.

I flicked a switch on the gun which I presumed was the safety and attached the silencer to the barrel of the handgun.

I walked onwards into the dimly lit storage centre and to my target.

There were two floors to the warehouse but my target stayed on the bottom with me following silently behind.

They reached the main storage area which was already full of boxes, all of them were decoys for if anyone who wanted to steal the package (such as myself) would be unable to find the right box before reinforcements arrived, the ceiling was high above us and there were stairs to the second floor to my right.

While the delivery workers were walking on I made a quick trip up the stairs to dispose of anyone there.

An old man in team Rocket uniform was sitting at his desk reading a newspaper and obviously not doing his job.

His body was found with his neck at an unnatural angle.

I returned down the stairs with the Rockets sitting amongst the boxes at different places, I recognised their leader to be leaning lazily against the real box.

I went from right to left, staying out of sight and disposing of the grunts as silently as possible, leaving the leader 'til last.

I started to approach her but then one who I had only knocked unconscious was staggered around a corner and yelled a warning to his boss.

BANG!

"This gun sure does have a strong recoil." I said to Agent Attila.

She turned around with an annoyed look on her face.

"Do you have any idea what you're getting yourself into kid?" She growled.

I smiled at her as I answered "Do you think I would be doing this if I didn't?"

She looked at my gun.

"That's ours" she said in an almost comically stupid voice.

"I know."

"But you have it."

"Yes I do"

"…"

I smiled at her dumb face as I took another step towards her.

She regained her focus and smiled wickedly.

"You don't even know the first thing about that gun." She exclaimed smugly.

"Well what makes you say that?" I replied sarcastically.

"Your grip is too tight on the grip, the silencer hasn't been activated, only attached, the only use it will be is make it top-heavy for someone who always aims too high and from what I've just seen you don't even aim, just point and shoot, that is a Walther P99 pistol stolen from a grunt, do you really think that a syndicate as large and as powerful as team rocket wouldn't supply weapons to their field agents?" She pulled out a gun with an identical handgun with only a lack of a silencer that made the two different.

She expected it to be like in the films when the two stare at each other until one pussys out.

I did not.

I shot her hand.

Attila dropped her P99 as she cried out, clutching her hand. I kneed her in the face as she crouched down from the pain making her fall backwards.

I picked up her gun and tried to get rid of the magazine. It was meant to be a slick drop and go but I couldn't figure out how to do it but I dropped the mag into my palm and shoved it into my pocket for later use.

I opened the wooden crate to find an electronic safe surrounded by Styrofoam.

I turned to the groaning agent behind me and brought my gun to her head.

"Tell me the code now or I'll blow your brains out!" I barked at her.

She laughed through her pain.

I stood up and got ready to shoot her then realised that if I did I wouldn't have the code.

I still shot her, but in the leg instead.

Her scream filled the storage hall and could probably be heard from outside.

"I'll ask you again" I said calmly even though I was pumped, the power of taking life with this object in my hand made me feel so amazing, adrenaline was replacing my blood making my hand shake slightly, making my aim worse.

"Seven" She gasped, "One, nine, five, three"

I punched in the code with the end of the gun.

The door swung open.

I pointed the gun behind me and fired.

There was another scream.

I turned to see that I had shot her in the arm instead of an impressive head shot that was always seen in the movies.

I paid attention as I shot her this time, making her screams stop but her large puddle of blood and broken body remained.

I turned back to the safe and saw the contents, more Styrofoam surrounding and protecting an egg.

"The Irony" I murmured to myself as I picked the pokémon egg from the safe.

I left the scene of the crime quickly and was back at my house in my own clothes and no finger prints left behind within an hour, not long before there was news reports about what had happened.

They reported what I did as homicidal and vigilantism.

It made me realise that I had made two enemies in the night.

Team Rocket and the Pokémon league.

SHIT!

Well that was it, gruesome but not as gruesome as some things I've read CoughDamnedLolitaCough.

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