ILuvPurple16 and Suicune95 present
Defoliation Arc: Mission 002- Chapter 8
A/N: ILuvPurple16
Okay, we're on the eighth chapter so far. For those of you who have cooperated with us so far, we thank you so much because suicune and I are having time problems with uploading chapters.
So, enjoy this latest chapter.
Also, I'm planning on having a "Random Word of the Day" on my author notes.
I know Suicune is reading this and she's going like "Is she crazy?!"
So, today's word is…CHIMMI CHERRY CHANGA.
Lol
Anyways, enjoy the story
-Purple^_^
CIA technical analyst Nola Grace was having a slow day. Her day had been pretty normal; nothing new or exciting had occurred yet. She was just thinking about how she would be spending her Friday night, which she would spend doing absolutely nothing except for eating pizza and watching a horror movie marathon. She slowly took a sip of her coffee, and slowly began tapping away at her computer keyboard. Finally, a phone call came by and broke the unbearable and boring silence of her office. Nola gently tapped the speaker button on the phone set and said, "This is your tech-analyst Nola and your office of supreme genius. What do you have for me sister?" A considerably less formal greeting when she saw her friend Misty's number pop up as the caller ID number.
On the other end of the line Misty smiled at her friend's not so formal greeting, "Hey there Nola. I need you to pull up some records on all credit cards registered to Ash Ketchum. See if you can tell me when and where they were last used."
"Okey Dokey my red-head friend. I will get them to you even faster than the speed of light," Nola said, already tapping away at her keyboard to find the correct information.
"Thanks so much," and with that Misty disconnected.
Cassie sat down at her desk and began to go through the endless reports on gangs in nearby areas. All of the gang cases combined with the current kidnapping mean she hadn't gotten much sleep lately at all. She was exhausted, and that wasn't doing very much for her stress levels. Having all of these cases closed was something Cassie was dying to see. Unfortunately, they hadn't gotten many leads on either of the cases, meaning all of their hard work might just go down the drain soon.
Dawn woke up on a bed this time around. She faintly remembered dragging herself over to the more comfortable object when it became apparent that she would not be allowed to see her children. After hoisting herself into a sitting position, she glanced to her left and saw a mirror staring her straight in the face. Due to the state of her hair and makeup, she'd been out awhile. Probably tossed and turned quite a bit as well.
"Why doesn't this stupid hair stay flat when I sleep?" Dawn muttered the question to herself, trying to move her hands up to flatten down the wild locks of blue hair. After trying that had failed, due to the ropes she always seemed to fail to notice after waking up. After a little more inspection, she discovered that the bindings were looser than they were the night before.
Probably from all my squirming around in my sleep Dawn thought to herself, slowly working the ropes off a little bit at a time.
Several minutes after calling hanging up with Nola, Misty received a call on her phone.
"Hey Nola, what'cha got for me?" Misty answered her phone cheerily.
"Good news, I managed to track the exact locations and dates of the usage!" Nola replied, proudly and slightly cocky. "I'll fax them to you as soon as possible"
"Great Nola, this really means a lot," Misty replied gratefully.
"Hey, anything for you Mist," Nola hung up the phone.
Misty closed her mobile phone slowly as she licked her lips in anticipation. Finally, I can finally discover the truth about what happened to Ash. Misty shook her head gently, trying to keep her hopes from shooting up prematurely. After a moment's pause she strode down to her office to wait for the promised fax.
"Finally!" Dawn almost shouted gleefully when she managed to get the ropes off. She jumped out of the bed and began to ransack the room looking for anything she could use to contact the outside world. After tearing through the dresser, television stand, and end table drawers she finally stumbled upon what she was looking for in between the couch cushions.
"Ash's cell phone?" Dawn questioned aloud, unable to believe her good luck, "It must have fallen out of his pants last night. Geez these guys aren't very smart, are they?" Dawn giggled as she dialed in the familiar 9-1-1.
"911 what is your emergency?" the stereotypical phone operator voice drawled out tiredly on the other end of the line.
Yeah, well it is almost noon in, Dawn thought after checking the time on the phone, I guess I can't blame her for being cranky; she was probably just about to go on her lunch break.
"Hello," Dawn responded, voice shaking a bit, "My children and I have been kidnapped."
"What are you and your children's names ma'am?" The operator asked, sounded a little more awake now.
"My name is Dawn Shinji and my children are Phillip and Portia Shinji" Dawn replied, trying to stay calm as they cycled through the seemingly generic questions.
"And what is your location?" The operator asked.
Dawn paused for a moment at that one, "I don't really know."
After waiting for what seemed like an eternity for our red-haired officer, the correct fax finally came through the machine.
"Alright!" Misty yelled, and ripped the fax out of the machine. She made her way over to her work computer to begin checking up on the locations of the addresses.
Several minutes and several addresses later, a soft knock penetrated Misty's solitude.
"Come in!" Misty shouted distractedly, not looking up from her computer.
"Misty, come on. We've only got an hour to go out for lunch, and Drew is getting impatient. Hurry up or we're leaving you behind!" Gary called from the door, "What's got you so preoccupied anyways?"
"Nola managed to pinpoint where the credit cards where used, so I'm taking down the locations to see if I can find some sort of footage or documentation. Anything really that might help me solve what happened," Misty said, still not looking away from the screen of her computer.
"You're going to go to all of these locations?" Gary asked, strolling up beside her computer chair, "Every last one of them, just to see if they have any footage?"
"Yup, pretty much," Misty replied, reaching for the freshly copied information. Before she could grab it, Gary snatched it off the desk.
"Well I guess I'll just have to go with you then," He said, flaunting the document in a teasing way.
"Really, it's not necessary," Misty replied, snatching the document out of his hand and stuffing it into her bag, "I can take care of myself"
"I'm sure you can," Gary replied turning away, "however, as your commanding officer it's my job to make sure you stay safe, and what better way to do that than to go with you? Now hurry up, Drew said he'd make me buy his lunch if we were late."
"Okay so you are not aware of your location?" the operator asked Dawn for the third time.
"Yes, I have no idea where-" Dawn abruptly stopped speaking and froze with the cell phone in her hands as she heard the door to her little room open.
"Ma'am? Ma'am, are you still there?" The operator asked as Dawn snapped the phone shut, ending the call.
"Dawn, have you seen- oh there it is," Ash said as he poked his head in the door. He strode over to her and took the phone from her hands. He then walked out without another word.
"What the heck was that?" Dawn asked herself as she watched her captor quietly shut the door behind him. She fell back onto the bed, her hair splayed out on the pillow under her head, Well this is probably it, he'll see that I called the cops and then he'll… I don't even know what he'll do anymore.
Misty sighed as she pulled up to the twentieth location on the map. The other nineteen or so locations had been all busts. About fifteen of them didn't even have cameras, the other five's cameras hadn't gotten anything useful on tape. Not to mention the cashiers weren't reliable enough to give them a description of the man.
"I swear I want to go rob all of those stores that don't have any cameras" Misty muttered, powering off her engine.
"Oh calm down Misty, maybe twentieth time is the charm?" Gary said hopefully, more to calm Misty down than anything. Going into this with her in a bad mood would not end well for anyone.
"Fine, fine, hopefully we can get out of here fast though," Misty muttered, getting out of the car and viewing the old, small, run down looking convenience store that was stop number twenty on their list.
"This place looks…" Gary trailed off as Misty locked the car, "not as promising as I'd hoped," He smiled sheepishly.
Misty rolled her eyes, "Let's just get this done."
Gary shrugged his shoulders and shoved his hands into his pockets as he followed his angry partner into the building. By the time Gary finally managed to catch up with Misty, she'd already made her way into the building and was flashing her badge at the bored looking cashier behind the counter.
"Agent Misty Kazumi, I'd like to speak with your manager," Misty told the cashier shortly, "is he in?"
"I'll go get him for you," the cashier replied as he walked into the back room and shouted something inaudible. Moments later he walked back out and sat behind the counter once more.
"Well?" Misty said, tapping her foot impatiently, "Is he coming? We haven't got much time left; it's starting to get dark out."
The cashier looked up from the counter briefly before replying, "He's coming, he just had to finish up something in the back."
Misty rolled her eyes again, though someone walked out of the back room a few minutes later. He was a heavyset man with a balding head. So he was a stereotypical manager of the stereotypical run down store.
"So what can I do for you?" he asked, leaning on the counter.
"I'd like to see any security footage you have for the date of the 29th of August," Misty replied, "Namely around six o'clock in the evening."
"Alright give me a minute," the man said disappearing into the back room again.
Misty glanced over at Gary, slightly shocked that a run-down place like the one they were currently in would have any security at all. Gary just shrugged and gave a little smirk, pleased that he'd been right. Misty just glared and rolled her eyes at him.
"This what you were looking for missy?" the manager came out of the back room again, interrupting the two's little silent communication.
"Yes thank you," Misty said, taking the tape from the man, "Come on Gary, let's go."
Gary smirked again, "Thank you again," Gary said, following Misty back to the car.
"What did I tell you?" Gary chuckled as Misty slammed the car door, "Twentieth time's the charm?"
"Shut up," Misty replied teasingly, tossing the tape at him, "we'll look over this in the morning."
Misty slowly opened her eyes as she heard someone slamming on her front door. She slowly stood up from her position on her bed and trudged towards the door. She swung the door open to unleash her rage at being woken up early on whoever was foolish enough to disturb her, only to be met with an equal or even greater amount of rage.
"We need to talk," Paul said, coldly but angrily stomping inside of Misty's place.
"Paul it's seven thirty in the morning on a Saturday. What the hell could possibly require you to slam on my door like an angry demon so early?" Misty asked, slamming her door shut and rubbing her eyes.
"It's about Dawn," he replied shortly, "I've heard that the police got a call from her and they haven't done a single thing."
"Who told you that?" Misty asked, curious about this new information.
"Drew," Paul replied, "he called me earlier this morning."
Misty rolled her eyes at this, Idiot, She thought to herself, what the hell is he doing giving out classified information like that?
"I want answers," Paul stated, "and I'm not leaving until I get them."
"Well you'll be here a very long time," Misty replied, "Because you seem to know much more than I do."
"Well do you know anything about it?" Paul asked.
"No, I don't. I wasn't told anything about this," Misty answered, glancing over at the clock, "but if you're willing to wait awhile, Gary is coming over around eight. He might be able to answer your questions."
Paul raised an eyebrow, to which Misty rolled her eyes. Just as she stood up to get something to eat, someone began to knock at her door once again. "Speak of the devil," Misty said, answering the door, "Hey Gary, come on in."
"Hey Misty," Gary said, "ready to go over those tapes?"
"Sure, but first I think you've got an angry husband to deal with in the living room," Misty said, leading Gary over to her living room where Paul was sitting on one of her chairs. "You guys can deal with it; I'll go take a quick shower," Misty finished, running off to her bathroom.
Gary had barely sat down on the couch when he was bombarded with questions.
"Did you know about the 911 call from Dawn?" Paul began his barrage of questions.
"Yes, I did," Gary replied, "who told you?"
"Not important," Paul replied, "Why is no one doing anything about the call?"
"Paul, you need to understand," Gary said tiredly, "we still need to find out where she is, which is much harder since she called from a cell phone. This is a kidnapping situation, so we need to make sure we handle it right or everyone's life could be in danger. You have to understand that we're doing the best we can."
"Why didn't you tell Misty about this?" Paul questioned.
"I didn't want to worry her or get her hopes up until we were sure of ourselves. I would have told her as soon as we managed to track her down," Gary said, "but it looks like you've already taken care of that for me. Thanks a lot."
"I just wanted answers," Paul responded defensively, "it's not like you've ever been married or put in this situation!"
The words just blew up in Gary's head. He never expected anyone to say something like that to his face. He wasn't mad at Paul at all, but the revelation that he had been lying to himself was what he was forced to face. Gary tried to put himself back together in the situation.
"Y-you're right, I haven't," Gary stated, "but that doesn't mean you shouldn't trust us to do everything we can to help your wife."
"Okay, okay," Paul said, "you just make sure to get her back. Tell Misty I said good bye"
"I will," Gary said as Paul got up and left the apartment. Gary sat down and ran his hand through his head to cool his head down.
"Dawn!" Ash yelled at said woman from the door of her 'cell' as she liked to call it, "Get up! We're moving you today!"
Dawn sat up on the couch, "Moving? Why?"
"Don't worry about why, just get up and be ready in five minutes," Ash said, slamming her door on his way out.
Just a few minutes after Paul left, Misty turned the corner into her living room, "Where's Paul?" She asked, drying her hair with a towel.
"He had to leave," Gary replied, "do you have the tape?"
Misty pulled the tape out from her end table drawer, "Right here, shall we get started then?"
Misty popped the tape into the VCR of her television and rewound it to about thirty minutes before the credit card was used. For the first fifteen minutes of the tape nothing eventful happened.
"Wait, pause the video," Misty said about sixteen minutes in, "what's that?"
Gary leaned in closer to the screen, "It looks like a man walking into the store, Misty."
Misty squinted, trying to take in every inch of the slightly blurry image. The man on screen was of average height, skinny for his size, with blue eyes and short hair. Sure he looked a little different, but Misty was sure. "I think that's Ash," she said.
"What?" Gary asked, "Are you kidding? They look nothing alike!"
"But look there," Misty said, pointing out the man's upper arm, which was slightly turned towards the camera, "See? He has a birth mark right there on his left arm. It's identical to the one Ash has."
"You sure Misty?" Gary questioned.
Misty gave him a slight glare, "I think I would know my ex-boyfriend, thank you very much."
Gary had a weird feeling in his chest after that, he almost forgot that Ash and Misty used to be couple "Right, well I'll notify headquarters about this development as soon as possible," Gary said, "This will really help with the case."
"Alright," Misty said, taking out the tape and handing it to him, "thanks for all your help on this."
"No problem," Gary said, leaving the apartment with the tape.
"I really appreciate this, sir," Ash told the man sitting on the plush, cream arm chair in front of him.
"As I said before," the mysterious man interjected, "I will keep her in my warehouse for you for a few days. Only a few days though, after that you can figure out what to do with her yourself."
"Thank you, I assure you it won't take more than a few days to make the preparations," Ash assured the man.
"Excellent," the man stated, "It's the least I could do after all the work you've done for this organization in the past few months."
"I assure you sir, it's been my pleasure to work for you," Ash stated, bowing his head in a sort of respect, "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to oversee the transportation."
"I'm coming, hold on," agent Stephano heard through the large oak doors of the mansion.
"Take your time," he muttered to himself, "It's not like I have a job to do or anything."
"Oh cut that out," Samantha, Stephano's partner, said tousling his dark hair playfully.
"Would you cut that out already?" He snapped, shoving her hand away, "We're here to investigate a case, and I don't want them to see such unprofessional behavior."
Samantha pouted for a second before running her fingers through her bleach blonde hair in an attempt to make it look neater.
The oak door in front of the pair creaked open slowly and a heavy set man came out. He had vibrant red curls and a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "What can I do for you?" the man asked the agents.
Stephano cleared his throat and straightened his posture. "Hello sir," he started, "I'm special agent Stephano Stevens, and this is my partner Samantha Georges. We're here to investigate a 911 call that came from this address. Know anything about it?"
"A 911 call you say?" The man said, looking slightly puzzled, "I don't know about that."
"Well, may we come in and take a look around?"
"Go ahead," the man gestured behind him, "I have nothing to hide."
"Thank you mister… uhhh" Stephano faltered.
"Blake," the man stated, "you can just call me that for now."
"Alright then," Stephano said, pulling on his latex gloves, his partner doing the same, as they entered the house and began to comb it over for evidence.
It was late at night and Gary swirled in his chair as he took a break from looking at his laptop.
"It's not like you've ever been married or put in this situation!"
Gary had always been true to himself for everything except for this one matter. He was still young though and he still had time, but now, he's seeing Paul and Drew and his juniors from boot camp had also started their own families too.
Gary stood up from his chair and waved his hand over the lamp on his desk, which turned it off. He had a huge window in his room that occupied the whole wall. The curtains were retracted to the sides and there it was, one of the best views in New York City. Gary stood in the dark looking at the view in front of him. For the first time in his life, he wanted to share the view with someone, but he only has himself for now.
Gary took off his shirt and tossed in on his chair. He didn't feel like changing out of his clothes tonight and so he just collapsed on the bed. He wanted to go back to Washington D.C., where it was a lot less nosy. He had a meeting at the United Nations building the next morning and he still had work afterwards. The cases would've usually been easier for him, but this time, he had friends involved and he had to try really hard not to make anything to personal. Gary finally closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
A/N: Suicune95
Hey everyone, here's our next chapter. I'm sorry for the delay, I really should stop letting Purple write these since she's so busy already. Meanwhile I've been wasting my life away on YouTube... And school started so that's fun. Not really. If there are any mistakes please point them out. I like to know these things, and I am horrible with reading over things. Long story. So yeah review or whatever, backspace to something better I don't care. Reviews are nice though.