Well the escape continues. What happens, you'll have to find out for yourselves.
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Episode Eighty-Three: Breaking Free
Raichu took off his satchel and pulled out a second piece of paper, this one a map of the Pokémon Center itself instead of the ventilation system. Porygon was thorough and supplied us with practicaly everything we would need.
"Okay, so we are in room 13-B," he said, pointing at one of the circled rooms, "the easiest way out would be this way."
He pointed along the route with his paw, while Squirtle took out a pencil from the satchel and marked out the passage ways.
"Scyther reakons that we should be able to make it out without the Rockets stopping if we are fast," Scyther said, "but Moron will need a disguise."
"We can borrow one off a Rocket member, as long as we don't make too much of a mess," Squirtle grinned, them taking Moron had triggered a reaction in the usually fairly nice Pokémon and it was kinda scary.
"Well, if we do make a mess," Raichu laughed, "at least the tiled floors are easy to clean."
"Flame?" Moron said, opening one eye. Apparently he had been in a concussion the whole time so didn't notice that we had arrived.
"They caught you too?" He asked, rubbing one of his bruises and wincing. I shook my head and he looked puzzled, "then how did you get in here?"
Squirtle grabbed hold of the Ventilation-Shaft map and flipped it over, scribbling on the back in pencil.
"Good thing that I know how to write in English," he said as he looked up and pointed at the strange scibbles. Moron came over and started to read out loud, "Came in through vents, Rockets don't know we're here. Going to ambush them when they come for you and sneak out."
I looked down and couldn't make out any of that, it all looked like silly drawings. The kind that I used to make in the mud when I was a kit, only smaller and in greater numbers.
"How did Moron get all that from this gibberish?"
"I grew up around Humans so I picked up how to read and write their language," Squirtle explained, "I haven't got the neatest handwriting but it is readable."
"Handy," Raichu said, "but you could have used the two pieces of plain paper that Pory gave me instead of drawing on the back of one of the maps."
Our discussion was halted by the sound of footsteps approaching. Moron stumbled over and sat down ontop of a small crate and stared at the door, while us Pokémon took our positions on either side of the door. Scyther and me on one side, Squirtle and Raichu on the other. Blacky hid behind Morons back, ready to jump out if we really needed the backup.
"Okay kiddo," came the voice through the door, "time we lured out that Charmander of yours."
There was a small clicking noise and the door swung open, one Rocket stepping into the room with a Magnemite following behind. They didn't spot us and headed towards Moron, untill me and Scyther simultaniously attacked.
I fireballed the floating Pokémon while Scyther slammed the blunt side of his blade onto the back of the Human's head, both of them were knocked unconsious without ever knowing what hit them.
I found the Rocket's Pokéball and withdrew the Magnemite into it. Squirtle was scribbling away on a piece of paper, while Moron liberated the Rocket's uniform. Now he looked like one of them, with a few more injuries.
"That should make it easier for us to sneak out," he said as Raichu took out a coil of rope out of his pack and used it to bind the Rocket's hands and feet.
Squirtle dumped the piece of paper by the Rocket and we all left the room, Moron closing the door behind us. The escape was on, and the place wasn't collapsing. So far, so good. Moron took out a Pokéball and returned Blacky too it, he wouldn't be any help in this.
Raichu showed Scyther the map and we all followed behind the bug Pokémon, me bringing up the rear so I'd be able to slow down anyone that was stupid enough to follow us.
'We're not out of here yet,' I had to remind myself, we were no where safety yet.
"Left," Raichu called as we came to a junction. Scyther signaled for us to stay where we were before vanishing around the corner. There was a muffled thump and Scyther reappeared, leading us past an unconsiou Rocket.
"Does Raichu have anymore rope?" he asked as Moron dragged the body into the corner of the room.
"Nope, we'll just have to leave him."
As we were about to leave, a small brown box in the Rocket's hands started vibrating and a voice echoed out of it.
"All teams stay at your posts," the voice said, "but keep alert. The Pokémon Rebellion may make their move soon."
"Little do they know," Squirtle whispered, "we already made our move."
"Which reminds me, what did you put on that piece of paper?" I asked.
"Now that's a secret," he said with a sly grin.
We continued on, a little faster as Moron's escape could be discovered at any moment. Scyther took out another two Rockets, at the same time, and we advanced into a waiting room.
"You would make a grade A assassin," Raichu told him as we dashed past and into another corridoor.
"That was why Team Rocket wanted Scyther to begin with," Scyther sighed as he vanished around another corner.
Another two Rockets, but one managed to see Scyther coming and managed to let out a yell before Scyther silenced him.
"We better hurry, the Rockets are getting more alert the closer they are to the lobby," Scyther said as we ran past the unconsious Human.
Then, the inevitable happened, the radio things that the Rockets carried burst into life again. This time, the speaker sounded agitated.
"The boy has escaped!" Was the messege, "I repeat, the boy has escaped. All units keep alert and stop him, using any force nesessary."
"You heard the radio," Squirtle said, "we use any force nesessary."
"I'm looking foward to it," Raichu smirked, sparks shooting from his cheeks.
We broke into a full sprint and shot off through the corridoors, Scyther knocking out any Rocket's that got in our way. Soon, some of them started chasing after and Squirtle started spraying the tiles behind us with water, causing them to slip over and fall flat on their faces.
However, one of them managed to get a messege to the Rockets ahead of us and their Pokémon were waiting as we skidded to a halt.
"Oh crap," Scyther muttered, herding us in a different direction, "Raichu! Find us another route!"
"Take the third left," Raichu yelled and we shot off once more.
But this time, instead of clumsy Humans chasing us, we had Pokémon on our tails (or lack of tails in Moron and Scyther's cases)
"I hate Growlithe!" Squirtle yelled, as he rode ontop of Morons backpack.
"Well blast them then," I called back, trying to keep up with the others. Raichu and Scyther were easily the fastest of us, Moron using his longer legs with great effect while I puffed along behind.
"Why the hell did they make this place so damn big?" Raichu cursed, echoing my thoughts. I would have agreed but I didn't want to waste my breath, I needed it for running. It didn't help that I was smaller than most of them, but I still couldn't put my full weight on my bandaged limb so I was slower than usual.
There was a crossroad ahead of us and the Rocket's were waiting. Fireballs shot across the crossing, creating a deadly wall that blocked us off from the exit.
"Keep going!" Moron yelled, taking out two Pokéballs and withdrawing Scyther and Squirtle, picking up Raichu and dashing strait through the crossfire.
I hurtled along after him, my small size allowing me to dodge most of the danger and what was left only managed to slow me down thanks to my fireproof scales.
'Try again next time,' I thought as I came out the other side and caught up with Moron, who's Rocket uniform was covered in small burns.
Squirtle and Scyther were released again and we continued on, Raichu guiding us through several detours that we needed to take to avoid many of the Rocket ambushes.
"There's the lobby!" Squirtle yelled as we burst into the room and headed towards the door.
"Uh oh," Scyther sighed, stopping in his tracks. The door had been barricaded with several tables and chairs.
"We blast our way out," Raichu suggested.
"Too late," I told him, glancing around at the army of Rockets that came through the side doors and surrounded us. Amongst them stood the one Human that I recognized, the one from the TV statement earlier. Ethan.