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Flame and the others come up with a way to break into the Pokémon Center, but it isn't as simple as they hoped.
Episode Eighty-Two: Breaking into Prison
Helf an hour later: I found myself crawling inside a metal tunnel.
"Remind me to kill the guy who came up with this plan," I grumbled.
"That would be you," Squirtle helpfully pointed out as he followed on behind.
I found my memory drifting back to the events that resulted in me and Squirtle crawling through this clustrophobic enviroment. I couldn't help myself, there was nothing else to do as we had to keep as quiet as possible.
"Ah shit!" I yelled as Cubone wrapped another bandage around my arm as we took shelter in a house near the Pokémon Center. What Raichu had told us was true, the Rockets had taken over. Nurse Joy and several Police had managed to evacuate most people but Moron wasn't among them. He was definatly trapped inside.
"I have to pull this tight or your scales will split open," Cubone explained, pulling the bandage as tight as he could before finally finishing wrapping up my arm. I was finally able to release my hold on the pillow that I had been given.
"Tell me that before you nearly kill me next time," I gasped, looking over at the blue bandages that now covered most of my arm, except the elbow and shoulder.
"We don't want there to be a next time," Cubone sighed, "we're going to need everyone fighting fit if we want to win this."
Porygon came into the room, he had been waiting for our group to arrive ever since the Pokémon Center had been captured.
"I've gotten blueprints for the Center. There is no way in apart from the front door or the windows," he spoke, sincerly.
Yep, you heard me, he used an emotion. He'd had a few upgrades since our last encounter, one of which allowed him to have emotions. His offical name was 'Porygon Version one-point-five' but we stuck with Porygon, or Pory if we were in a hurry.
"There has too be a way in," I said, as I followed Porygon into the living room.
"If this was not a port town, then we wouldn't have a problem. We'd be able to dig our way into the basement. But we can't risk it here," Alpha said, looking over the large piece of paper that was spred all over the floor.
"We know that the main power is out in the Center, so they are going on backup power. In a few hours, they'll run out of that and the lights will go. We can sneak in under the cover of darkness and get in that way," Raichu suggested.
"Moron won't be around in a few hours," Squirtle burst out, "we need a way in and fast."
"We don't even know if Moron is still alive," Cubone sighed as he walked out behind me and plonked himself down on the cusions that had been spread around the blueprints.
Squirtle glared at the Cubone, looking incredibaly close to smacking the helmeted Pokémon in the gut.
"He is still alive," I said, "Scyther and Blacky wouldn't go down without a fight and if they barracade themselves in one room then they'd be able to take out anything that comes in through the door."
"Scyther would do that, but where would he lock himself in?" Squirtle asked, "and how can we go help them? Even then, they wouldn't last a few hours."
Porygon hovered above a small table and shone small beams of light onto the paper, marking out three rooms, "those are the ones that would be the easiest to defend, so they would probably have gone for one of those."
"They are on opposite sides of the Center, even if we fought our way in then the Rockets would have beaten us down before we could check them all," Alpha sighed.
We sat there in silence for several seconds untill I jumped up with a cry, "I might have got a way in!"
"How?" Porygon asked, actually sounded puzzled. Shame its voice was still so damn annoying.
"If they are on back up power, would the fans in the vents work?" I asked.
"No, they are non essential so they are not connected to the back up generator."
"Then we go in through the air vents, there is one at the back of the building. We climb in and sneak around in those. The Rockets would never know we were even in there untill we make our move," I said, glad to have thought of something that Porygon hadn't even thought of.
"That might just work," Porygon said, "although many of us would not be able to fit inside the shafts."
"I know I can," I said, "so Squirtle shouldn't have a problem."
"I could come too, you might need a little back up," Raichu suggested.
Squirtle agreed instantly and soon, after a little boost up to the grill, we both set off into the ventilation system. Raichu climbed in behind us and brought up the rear, carrying the map that would allow us to navigate through the labyrinth of shafts.
"Good luck," Alpha called as the grate closed behind us and we set off.
I snapped back out of my memories at the sound of voices below us, drifting up through one of the vent grills. Me and Squirtle came to a halt, Raichu bumping into him. I dimmed my tail flame as much as I could before peeking down through the grill into the room below.
Two Rocket members stood directly below me, talking. I listened in on their conversation, just incase I would hear anything usefull.
"I don't get why Ethan places so much importance on locating that Charmander," one said to the other.
"You weren't there when that Charmander allowed the Pokémon we had captured and stored in Mt Moon to break out, they completely destroyed our operation," the other said, "Ethan wants that Charmander's power captured for us, or destroyed."
I back away from the grill, almost bashing into Squirtle. They were talking about me. The entire mess, all of the destruction, was just to get me. I felt trapped now.
"They really oughta get their priorities sorted out," Squirtle whispered, "don't let them get to you, Flame. We'll go after that Ethan person after we save the others."
I nodded and continued on, carefully so I wouldn't alert the Humans to our presence. I mentaly vowed that I'd hunt down the Rocket's Leader and make it pay for all of its crimes, in its own blood. Squirtle and Raichu both managed the crossing without a hitch and we continued along the ventilation shaft, stopping at a junction so Raichu could look at the map.
"Well, both paths lead to one of the rooms, take your pick," he sighed, rolling the map back up and placing it in the small satchel on his back. I took the left path, it seemed to draw me towards it.
"Let's go," I whispered as I set off down our new path, Squirtle and Raichu following behind.
Raichu directed us strait across two junctions, we had passed over several grills that showed us the Rockets below. It had taken all of my self control to prevent myself attacking them, Squirtle and Raichu were feeling the same.
Eventually Raichu whispered for us to stop, we had arrived.
"There should be a grill up ahead," he called across to me. I fired up my tail flame to get a little more light and spotted the grill up ahead.
"Found it," I whispered, dimming my flame as I crawled over too it and peeked through.
I yanked my head back just in time to avoid the blade that slammed through the grill and would have decapitated me.
"Bloody hell!" I yelled, "Scyther! It's us. Me and Squirtle!"
"Uncle?" I heard Blacky's voice from below.
"We got the right room guys," I laughed, as Scyther wrenched the grill away and allowed us too climb down.
Blacky tackled me to the ground after I climbed out of the ventilation shaft, barely allowing me time to catch my breath after the clustrophobic adventure I'd just had.
"Scyther is glad Flame has arrived," Scyther said as Squirtle climbed out as well.
"How so?" he asked, brushing himself off.
"Team Rocket wants Flame. The only reason Scyther, Blacky and Moron are still alive is because they want to force Flame to attack from the front."
"But we came in through the back instead," Squirtle laughed.
Moron was leaning against the wall beside the door. He was covered in bruises that I knew the Rockets must have caused.
"Moron called us into our Pokéballs and hid us in his shoes so the Rockets wouldn't find us," Blacky said, "they've locked us in here and said they were going to broadcast his capture in an hours time. They still don't know about me and Scyther being here."
"And they definatly don't know about us," Raichu said as he joined us in the room, "we wait an hour and when they come to collect Moron, we ambush them."
"Scyther agrees with that plan, we need to be as discreet as possible."