Dawn: The author loves writing so much!
May: She might write on weekdays depending on how busy she is. But now, focus on the story.
Dawn: My body's still sore.
May: You're lucky I won't kill you.
Dawn: -eyes widen- Do the disclaimer before we go to the shooting exercise. By the way, tell my family I love them.
May: -rolls eyes- alecxtheparawhore doesn't own Pokemon or any of its characters.
Dawn's POV
Misty wakes me up at midnight. "What is it?" I ask her as I rub my eye.
"Get dressed. You're going to HQ with me." She tells me.
"Why?" I ask her as I get out of bed.
She shrugs. "May said that Reggie ordered it."
I put on my baby pink cardigan, sleeveless white dress with a black sash and baby pink ballet flats.
"Let's go." Misty says and we get out of the building via staircase since I obviously can't jump out a window without dying.
We meet everyone else near the same tree as last night and I cringe at the memory.
Paul knocks on the tree and says the password. We go inside and enter Reggie's office.
"Good evening everyone." He greets us.
He looks at me and stands up.
"Are you ready May?" He turns to face her.
She nods. "No worries. She'll be a pro in no time."
May grabs my wrist and leads me into a box like room with disguises and a weird looking machine.
"What do you want from me?" I ask her and she faces me.
"I'm going to teach you to be a merc. You're coming with me to avenge Amy. It's that simple." She says as she passes me a purple peasant dress and two purple ribbons.
"What are these for?" I question.
"Go to the bathroom, put on that dress, put two braids in your hair and then come back here." She tells me and I do what she says.
I come back and she smiles. "You look like a real country girl in that outfit. This is how we'll do it, when I turn on the simulator, you have to be smart enough to know a special agent in a Western bar. Remember, nothing is ever what it seems. Seem innocent and talk to everyone and act all nice and sweet and it'll be easy."
Before I could object, May goes into the room with the machine and turns it on.
Suddenly, everything around me is in a Western setting. I'm standing right outside a ranch across a saloon.
I walk to the saloon and enter it. There are about 3 men in there, drinking their beer.
I approach a man who looks like he's from the city. He's wearing a black jacket and jeans so I think it's him.
I pretend to be looking around for my father and brush against him. Little does he know that I've already stolen his wallet.
I look inside and nothing is out of the ordinary. His name is Bill Parks and he's 23 years old. Probably not the agent.
I move towards the cowboy sitting down and I sit at the table with him.
"Hello sir!" I greeted him with a Western accent.
He tips down his hat. "Good afternoon to ya miss."
He drinks his beer silently and I examine him. Once he's done, he leaves the saloon. If he left, then it's not him.
I go to the man wearing Indian apparel. "Hello there!" I greet him and he nods as a greeting.
"I would much like to know from what tribe you come from." I tell him as he drinks his beer.
He seems happy to know that someone is interested in their tribe. After a long history lesson, he tells me he must be off and both him and the city man leave.
I sigh. There's no one else in the saloon. Unless…
The waitress comes to the table and gets the mug and I snap my fingers.
I tap on her shoulder. "You're the agent." I say knowing that it's true.
A wide smile appears on her face. "Pass." She says in a robotic voice.
The whole saloon is gone and I'm back in the simulation room.
"Great job." May says with a grin on her face as she walks over to me.
"Thanks." I tell her as I begin to take off the braids.
"Persuasion is that simple Dawn. Won't be too tough." She tells me.
I go back to the bathroom and put on my old clothes. Since there's no school tomorrow, May decides that we will move on to shooting already.
We go into a room covered in targets, a big mirror and there was a huge silver cabinet with every type of gun known to mankind.
"Step back. Let me give you a small demonstration." May says.
May's POV
She leans against the back wall and I grab my two pistols. What prized possesions they are!
One small misfire can end Dawn's life so I tell her to go into the monitoring room behind us.
It's like the things you see when the police interrogate criminals. She looks out the mirror and I get ready to do my thing.
I first shoot the head off a dummy and do a sommersault to my left and shoot. I twirl the gun in my hand and shoot evey target on my left and right. I throw one of my pistols really high up in the air and jump up to grab it. I back flip and land on the ground doing a handstand. The last targets appear and I shoot them upside down and I do an Ukemi to get back up.
Dawn comes out of the monitoring room stunned.
"That was amazing. Who knew shooting could be so graceful?" She says and I smile at her.
It's already 4 AM so it's time to get back to the dorm.
"So we start shooting tomorrow?" She asks me.
"Oh no, I'm not available tomorrow. I've got a mission with Drew in Milan so I leave the school at 4 PM." I tell her.
"Then who'll teach me how to shoot?" She questions me.
"Only a certain purple haired boy volunteered to be your shooting instructor." I tell her.
Her eyes widen and she gulps. I merely smirk.
"I'm sure it'll be fun." I tell her with the smirk still on my face.
Dawn: I'M GONNA BE STUCK WITH THIS ASSHOLE FOR A SHOOTING INSTRUCTOR?
Paul: HEY, I saved your life.
Dawn: You didn't even tell me why yet.
Paul: Shut the fuck up Dawn.
Ash: This is a lovely conversation.
Drew: What's with the lovely?
Ash: I just learned that word this morning. It's so cool!
Drew: -rolls eyes- The author just wants to say that she'll be updating soon. Just wait a few days.
Dawn: -stops arguing with Paul for a moment- BYE EVERYONE!