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Chapter 02: Desperate Times

DATE: 06/16

LOCATION: Viridian City Agency Headquarters, Hope's Office 12:45 hours

TRACKING: 1st Lieutenant Hope Joyous

BEGINNING TRASMISSION…

"Lieutenant! It's Captain Spears, he's on the phone." "I already know what it's about! Tell that over paid, intolerable, cheap cheat, to stop bugging about the cargo mission!" I shouted at the corporal that ran into my office. "But ma'am, he wants to talk to you. And, as we both know, he's of a higher rank." I cringed at the words higher rank. The only reason why he's a captain is because he slept one of the higher ups, I sure of that.

"Tell him I'm busy." "But-" "I'm busy, corporal!" I shouted, frightening young, 17 year old the agent. "Y-yes ma'am, right away ma'am." He left. Once more I found myself alone, giving me time to gather my thoughts… I briefly flashed back to the cargo ship and the creature we fought… the New World never ceases to amaze me. That creature… Who knows how many poor Pokémon and humans were used to make that… that monstrosity…

"What are you doing here, Hope?" I asked myself. "You had dreams of becoming a great Pokémon nurse, not some lieutenant in the Kantian army." Suddenly a voice in the back of my head repeated my question. 'What you doing here?' I heard myself answer. 'I here to get back my brother! And stop the New World from harming anyone else!' I had shouted. 'Never forget that.' No matter how many months past, how many victories one, and how many New World bases destroied… I always find myself asking the same question… and reliving the same day.

(knock knock) "Lieutenant," I was tore from my thoughts, as Warrant Officer Valon entered my office. "Warrant Officer, what are you doing here in my office?" I asked. "Lieutenant Joyous, I have total on number of agents lost."

"(Sigh) What's the damage?" I asked preparing myself for the worst. "450 agents lost these past 2 months alone." No way. I know the numbers would be bad but… 450? In only a couple of months? "Dammit… are you sure you guys didn't mess up the numbers?" "We had a Porygon 2 add up all the numbers… it did tons of recounts in seconds. No mistakes."

"………" I couldn't say anything. I was too busy reflecting on the numbers of those poor agents that lost their lives these past couple of months. The missions we are going on these past few months have been getting more and more lethal, with little to no useful information on the New World's plans. And on top of that, those experiments are showing up all over the place… What are those bastards up to?

"Ma'am?" Valon asked. I snapped back to reality and refocus my attention on the young man in front of me. "What is Valon?""Lieutenant Joyous, it's about that young boy you asked us watch." The young boy? Oh, he must mean… "What about him?" I asked in general interest. "We believe the New World's taken interest in him, and is planning to kidnap him as we speak." Damn, so soon? I always knew they'd find out about him… but I thought we had more time… looks like I have choice. "Call the Saber Team into my office."

LOCATION: Viridian City Agency Headquarters, Barracks, Saber Block

TRACKING: Private Ruby Jones

"NO! IT'S NOT FAIR! (Whines) AHH! WHYYYYYYYYYY?!" "He's at it again." Frankie said from the couch of the recreational room, polishing the barrel of his machine gun. "Ugh. For God's sake. SHEEN SHUT HELL UP ALREADY! This ninth time TODAY, I have to tell you to shut up!" "Jenny, please he crying because of the tragic loss of Saber 13." I reminded the 19 year old brunette. "Tragic? Britney was morphed, not killed."

"That may be true." Samuel said as he came up to both me and Jenny. "But if you become one the New World's… 'Test subject'… you might as well be dead." "That's a grim look on things, Samuel." I remarked.

"Why… why Britney? She was so trusting… so willing… and had very, very nice cans. WHY?!" Typical teenage boy. "Ugh, Sheen, you'vebeen whining for over two weeks. Give it a rest already!" "NO, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Jenny rolled up the selves of her agency military uniform, and was about to beat the crap out of Sheen, when Saber 1 came in.

"Sergeant 1st grade Michael Haze," Frankie said as he got off the chair he was sitting on, held his weapon in his left hand, and saluted with the other. "What are you doing here, sir?" "I'm here bec-… Is Emerson still upset?" Haze asked looking at the Saber that was crying on the floor. "Yeah, he is." Jenny said through clenched teeth, glaring at the 18 year boy crying like a five year old.

"…Never mind. Anyway, the lieutenant wants all of Saber in the briefing room for some reason… Where are the others?" We all looked solemnly at our commanding officer. All except for Sheen who was still whining over Britney.

"…Sabers 6, 8, and 3… are KIA sir." Corporal Cole slowly said. "They were killed when the New World ambushed us while we were training at the Mt. Moon Outpost." I added. The sergeant sighed. "Those poor bastards. Saber 8 had a three year old kid and all Saber 6 wanted was to end the war and see her family again… What about nine?"

"Saber 9's MIA, sir, we don't know what the hell happened to him." Haze just sighed again. "I knew I should've of gone with you on that training mission." "Sir, correct me if I'm wrong… but didn't you volunteer for a mission with the lieutenant?" I asked. "We're getting off topic, The lieutenant wants us in the briefing room, ASAP. Let's move."

We all groaned except for Sheen, who was still crying over Britney's loss. "Hey, Sheen, Come on. The lieutenant calling for us." Jenny said as she and I waited for Sheen while the others left for the briefing room. "Why… why didn't they take Jenny instead? After all, she's already a retarded, psychotic, hideous creature." "SHEEN!! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!" Jenny snapped as she attacked Sheen.

(Some time later)

Jenny and I walked into the briefing room, where Hope, dressed in her normal military uniform, Haze, and the rest of the team were waiting. "Oi, where's Emerson?" Sergeant Haze asked as he noticed he wasn't with us. "He's… Um… sleeping… right, Ruby?" Jenny glared at me. "gulp Uhhh… Y-yeah, h-he's taking nap." I said with a slight chuckle and forced smile, recalling what Jenny did to poor Sheen. That was the most violent scene I have ever witnessed… and I'm fighting a war for crying out loud!

"Taking a nap? When he was told that we havea mission? That doesn't like the Sheen Emerson I know." Frankie said. "I mean, you say the first three letters of the word, and he comes running with a loaded shotgun and pockets full of grenades." "Actually, I think better this way." Samuel emotionlessly said. "He'd probably just slow us down in his current state."

"Right. Well either way, we going on this mission. With or without Emerson." The sergeant. "Ma'am, if you will..." "Oh, thank you sergeant. I'm so glad I have you permission." Hope remarked. "Sorry Lieutenant Joyous. Please, ma'am, if you will."

Hope went to the giant screen in the wall of the room and turned it on. She then pressed a button on the side of TV till the green letters on the top right hand of the screen said SAT9. The screen then overlooked a high school campus, with a bunch of teenage kids circling two boys. From the looks of things, I'd say they were going to release their Pokémon, and have a battle. The screen zoomed in on the fight. Showing the two boys.

"Ma'am… What's this?" "Oh! I know this! This is a very funny kid's show about two very different stepbrothers." I remarked. "And in this episode, the cubby one gets into fight, but losses in very embarrassing way." "No, Ruby. This isn't some TV show. This is actual satellite imaging of H.S. 114." Lieutenant Joyous corrected me. "This is an actual fight between two sophomores."

One looked like your average bully. Big, ugly, and probably not very bright… the other, however, looked around my age. Average height, kind of good looking, and had the most unusual eyes I've ever seen, sliver. Not white, not grey. But silver!

"I've been monitoring one of these boys for quite some time now… You're going to see way in a bit."

LOCATION: High School 114, Downtown Viridian City

TRACKING…

Well… it had happen sometime. Here I am, surrounded my peers. Everyone chanting 'fight, fight, fight'. I chuckled as I look as at my opponent. "What's so funny?" He asked. "Oh nothing. I just kinda feel for you." "Feel sorry, for me? AHAHAHAHAHA!" he laughed. "PLEASE!! You can't beat me. I'm well… me."

"You know what they say: 'Pride comes before the fall.'" I warned. Again the bastard laughs. "You're so full yourself." He's one to talk. "I mean just the fact that you think you beat me? In fight!? HA! It's just too freakin' funny." Ugh, this guy… I swear I've got smack him down. Okay let's do this.

I think I'll mess around with his head before knocking him down to the floor. "You know there is still time to back out." He suddenly said. "Why? You afraid of getting your ass handed to ya?" "OH!" The crowd shouted around us. "I'm afraid I might hurt ya." "You know what? That's funny, I told your sister that same thing last night." "OH!" The crowded shouted again. Everyone around my canting my name, laughing and shouting for me kick this guy's ass. "Whyyou… littlesonnva di… er… ge… ee…"

"Hey, you stupid inbred, try using symbols words next time." I smartassed. "Hey! Mom and Dad were second cousins. That's totally legal!" He defended himself. "Second cousins? Is that what you call brother and sister." "OOOOOH!" The crowd roared with excitement. The chanting grew louder and louder. There's going to be riot if we don't start fighting soon.

"Grrr, you little... Come here, I've got something to tell you." I shrugged, and decided to play along. I went up to him… and he decked me in the face so hard I fell on the floor. "See! I know you were all talk!"

"Well… there's the embarrassing ending from the show." Ruby said disappointed "Now that was sad." Frankie remarked. "Lad had pretty big mouth… but-" "Wait," Hope interrupted Sergeant Haze. "It's not over yet."

As he turned and began to walk away, the crowd began to disperse. "Wait!" A kid in the crowd shouted as I slowly stood up from the floor. "This fight just getting started!" My opponent didn't seem to hear this. I hope he's ready… 'cause he just started something he can't finish. If it's a fight he wants… that's exactly what I'm going to give him. I got up, walked up behind him, and…"Hey, Retard!" He turned to face my fist hammer his face. He stumbled back, but quickly regained his footing. "And you looked too!" I laughed. "You little bastard!" He shouted. "What? Thought that I go down in one punch? Please, it'll take a lot more than that to knock me down!" I smugly shouted getting into my usual fighting stance. I'm ready, I just hope opponent is.

He throw a punch, with I dodged, and easily countered with a jab to the face. He tossed another punch, again I dodged but this time I punched him first in the stomach, followed by an uppercut to the chin. He stumbled back yet again, but this time I didn't give any chance to recover, as I punched him in face and sweep kicked him. "WHOA! Did you see that?!" "Where the hell did he learn that?" My peers cheered.

"Hey! The boss is in trouble!" his friends shouted. "Let's help him out! Protect the boss! Get that bastard." In no time I was surrounded by five different boys, all of them aiming to take me down. "Hey! That's not fair!" one of the overseers shouted. "Yeah, you cheats have him surrounded!" "Relax! He's knows what doing!" a young boy in the crowd shouted. So… it's five against one huh? …I like those odds

(Back at the Viridian H.Q.)

"Whoa! That guy's good." Ruby shouted with excitement, as she watched the young boy take on the entire group by himself. "He's taking on five guys at once! And winning… I like this kid." Frankie smiled. "That style… It looks very familiar." Samuel pondered out loud, as the boy grabbed and flipped on the aggressors. "Ma'am… is that…" The lieutenant looked at Samuel and smiled. "Yes, Hunter, it is. That 16 year old boy is using the exact same fighting style our special forces use."

The Sabers were in shock. A young boy, with no contact with the Agency what so ever… fighting like an expert agent? That's unheard of. "Lieutenant… who is this boy? And how he does know how to fight like agent?"

"It's simple, sergeant, his father's an ex-agent." Hope answered. The agents gasped. "That's right. He's the son of ex-agent. Who cared about him so very much, he taught him every little trick our special operators should know." "But ma'am… it's that against regulations?" Hope sighed. "Yes, well… his father has a habit doing things his own way… and look at results."

The fighting was coming to an end, as the sliver eyed boy knocked down the last of the bully's henchmen. The leader of the group slipped away to get a bat from a bag hidden away in the crowd.

(Back to fighting!)

"Watch out! He's got a bat!" I turned around to see my aggressor coming towards me with a wooden bat. "That's messed up!" "Get outta their!" my peers shouted. I just smiled. "Hey, dude, what up with bat?" I asked playing dumb. "Are we going baseball?" "Yeah, we are. By the way, your head's the ball." He said in deranged way.

He ran up to me and swung his bat, I duck. "Strike one!" I shouted. He swung again. "Strike two!"I said as I evade the insane, bat wielding retard. He swung a third time, once more nothing but air. "Strike three!" I shouted as he was about to swing again. I grabbed the bat before he swung. "You're out!" I shouted, as I twist the bat along with his arm and kicked it out of his hand. "My turn. Batter up!" he looked towards me, just as I swung, hit the poor inbred in his face.

The crowd gasped as the boy fell on ground, and looked at me like I just killed the guy. "…Did… did he just…?" "Of course I didn't… however I think I might've knocked him into a coma." "Dude… that was so messed up. Not even Stuart Millstein deserved that…" There was a moment of silence before one of the guys yelled "Ah, who are we kidding? That bastard had it coming for a looooooooong. Way to go!"

The crowd began to cheer again. And I decided to get caught in moment. "Hell yeah! You can't mess with this!" I shouted pointing to myself. "I warned you, and I want didn't fight. But…" I paused for a sec "In just plain English, you pissed me off! HA, HA!" the crowd roared and cheered. "That's right, guys! You know right? Please everyone shout my name so that not only the world knows it, but the legendary birds themselves can hear it!" I hot dogged. "Come guys, shouted it out nice load. Don't be shy now!" "DAMIAN JACKSON!!" A lone, gruff voice yelled.

I chuckled. "You know for bunch a teenagers… one of you has an oddly old and cranky voice." "Uh… Damian… look behind you." I turned around and gasp, as I came face to face with the principal of our high school… standing right behind me. He had a very pissed expression on his face… and I could hear his heavy breathing. "What is my son doing on the floor?!" "Pri-principal Millstein… I-I can explain… Stuart is… n-n-napping? Yeah napping! No need to worry." I said.

"I saw you beat him over the head with that bat!" "What bat?" he pointed to the wooden weapon I still had in my hand. "…Oh… that bat… Dammit…" Note to self: the next you send the principal's into a coma, drop the murder weapon and run like hell. I dropped the weapon and turned my attention to the pissed off Millstein in front of me. "You attacked my son! For no good reason! How dare you!" No good reason? "My son is perfect little angel, not even capable of harming a Caterpie." He can NOTbe serious. "Okay, that's it. Listen up you bastard! You son is most violent, arrogant, soiled, just plain nasty son of bitch I have ever meet!" I told him off.

His face was in shock for a moment, then his expression quickly returned to anger. "You little… Do you any proof?" I chuckled. "Look around you, prickipal," "Uhh… Damian…" "There's a whole quadrangle that would agree with me."

I turn to the crowd. "Right guys? …Guys?" The quad was empty… except for a brown eyed, dark haired boy and the idiots I knock down of course. There was the sound of a Kricketot chirping in the background… funny I always thought that Kricketot were nocturnal.

I slowly look back at the principal and notice that his son and his friends were getting back up. That dude must have a head of stone if I didn't knock him out with that baseball bat. "'cuse me for like here. Please." I grabbed the boy that was left behind by the shirt and walked away from the group. "Eric, Where in God's good name is the rest the school?" I harsh whispered to him. "Well… Damian… you see the moment you turn around to face the principal, everyone else left…" "You have got be kidding me! Do you know what that psycho might do to me?"

"Jackson! Hawkins! Over here now!" Principal Millstein shouted. "Okay dude, here's the plan. Y-" "Plan? I've got a plan, you deal with this on your own, and I go and enjoy my summer." Eric said about to run away. "Fine, be that way, but I sure Millstein would love to know the real the cops thought that there was bomb hidden somewhere on campus!" "How was I suppose to know that the fireworks were unstable?" "Oh I do know. Maybe the fact that the guy who sold them to you was mission an arm and leg!"

"Boys! Over here. NOW!" Millstein yelled. "Okay no worries. Just follow my lead. This plan might kinda tough to follow." I said as we turned to the principal, his son, and the other idiots I knocked down. I started to walk to him along with Eric. Once we were in front of him.

"I've got two words to all of you." I started. Eric was shaking like an earthquake, Stuart and his boys looked as if they were going to attack us. And his father looked as angry as insane Primape… maybe more."Bye bye. Run!" I shouted as I grabbed Eric's arm and ran the hell away from there. "Ah… er… ee… grr. Get after them!" Stuart yelled.

"That was you're plan!?" "Well originally I thought of smacking the principal over the skull with the bat, then running. But then I thought he'd press charge for hit and run… so I went plan B." I explained to my childhood friend as we ran out of the high school campus. "Exactly how is this though to follow?" Eric asked. "Well I worried I'd lose when I did this!" I quickly jumped and climbed a fence. "Ah, come Damian!" Eric shouted as he started to climbed the fence. "Hurry up, Eric. Remember we're pursued by classic bullies! Strong, mean, and retarded!"

(Back at Viridian H.Q.)

"That kid's sure something. I can see why you kept an eye on him." Frankie chuckled. "So the guy take down a couple of delinquents." Samuel responded, unamused by the amazing fight we all just watched. "So what? A black belt 5 year can easily beat three grown men if the kid caught them off guard. I still don't see what the big deal is." "You've got to be kidding me! Didn't you watch him go? Kid would an agent. And to top all off his father's an ex-agent!"

"Which is why the New World's after him." Hope grimly said, Completely shocking the Saber Team. "The New World's… after this kid… Why?" Jenny asked. "Okay yeah he a great fighter, and knows how to taunt a person… but why are after this… this… What's him again?" "Damian." Hope said. "And as to why they're after him, they trying to kidnap and force his father to come out of hiding."

"But why? What so special about the lad?" Haze asked. Before the lieutenant could reply, however, Warrant Officer Valon came rushing through the door. "Ma'am! We've picked up enemy choppers on radar! They're inbound, and from what we can tell their heading downtown!" The lieutenant cursed her luck as she turned her attention towards Valon.

"Where exactly are choppers going?"Hope asked. "We believe their enroute to H.S. 114, Ma'am." "Dammit. Sabers!" The team rushed up out the door. "We already there!" they shouted. Only the sergeant 1st grade stayed behind. "Get a transport ready for them, and get the Sabers to Damian's location ASAP!" the lieutenant ordered. "Yes Ma'am." Valon answered as he too left the room.

Finally she was left alone with the Saber Team leader. "Sergeant, aren't you going with your team?" "They can handle themselves." Haze replied. "So, here to ask out?" Hope joked. "Ma'am… Why is the New World after this boy?" The lieutenant gave him a long, hard look before answering. "Because of his father." "That's doesn't fully answer my question, Lieutenant Joyous, Who is this boy's father?"

"… An old friend of ours… Drake Jackson." "Jackson, ma'am? That explains everything… No wonder their after him."

END TRANSMISSION

Before I say anything, I just want everyone to know that I did NOT mean for Damian's last name to be Jackson. Really. I tired not to use any of the names from CoD4... but...

Anyway, Why's the New World after Damian? What's so important about his father? Will the Saber team make it in time? Why am I asking you all these random questions? This is my story isn't is? You'll have to what for the next chapter to find out all the answers.