Chapter 31
"The Madness of Jimmy Evans"
Back in Tehran, the chief of Team Rocket's operations in Tehran was spending his Christmas Eve brooding and wondering just how his plan to kill his wife in addition to 258 other people had failed. Jimmy Evans was someone who had a dark past, living a life in the underground of criminal acts against Pokemon. But he also he his reasons for wanting to kill Dr. Heather Evans.
Standing naked in front of the mirror of his apartment within the headquarters, Jimmy was shaving and thinking of the events that led up to this moment.
"Jimmy?" he heard a ghostly voice and he turned around to see the ghost of his deceased wife, dressed in the blue skirt suit and trenchcoat she wore on Pan Am 103. "Jimmy, how could you?"
Lowering his head, Jimmy took a deep breath and starred his wife's ghostly reflection down.
"How could I what? You were going to betray me, Heather. I had to stop you!"
"For ten years," the ghost said, floating towards her still living husband. "I believed in the idea that if we are to survive in this shark infested world, we would have to capture and sell Pokemon. Pokemon that we rip away from their trainers and habitats in order to make money."
"And also," Jimmy interrupted in a quiet voice. "To teach our country a lesson that if there are eyes for eyes, there are teeth for teeth. You saw what happened in the Persian Gulf…"
Before he could say another word, Jimmy snarled in frustration over his inability to finish his sentence.
"You know what?" he snapped. "So what if I did kill you? You were going to put an end to this organization and everything that Madame Boss worked her life for!"
"And ruin everything I worked for as someone who gave up her life for a gangster like you?" the ghost snapped back. "Jimmy, that night before I left for Athens…was the last straw."
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Using her newfound ghostly powers, the ghost transported Jimmy and herself back to a week before the disaster where he was trying to entice Heather into making love.
"Take your clothes off," Jimmy heard himself whisper as he watched himself starting to undo the back of Heather's black dress. "Come on, take your clothes off…and change your mind about leaving."
But before Jimmy could finish undressing Heather, she kneed him in the privates.
"You!"
Heather tried to run out of the bathroom, but Jimmy caught her and threw Heather on the bed. Lying on top of her, Jimmy saw himself preparing to show his dominance to Heather, only for the ghost to pull them away.
"That night," said the ghost. "When we went to dinner with Madam Boss, I had second thoughts because Pokemon are just living creatures…and we use them to cause terror in efforts to conquer the world. The underworld is one thing, but brainwashing innocent creatures is another."
Exasperated, Jimmy walked back to the bathroom mirror to resume shaving, trying to ignore the ghost of his wife.
"Are you going to try and make me one of your patients, Heather?" he sighed, striking the razor against his face. "Because if you are, its not going to work. My business is my business and mine alone. Or maybe could it be that you are falling for that psychiatrist that you counsel with?"
"Was, Jimmy! Was!" the ghost cried in a loud voice. "I needed a fresh start, Jimmy! Pokemon have hearts and minds and you along with everyone in this Godforsaken organization can't see that!"
"SHUT UP!" Jimmy yelled, taking the water he had been using for the shaving cream and attempting to throw it on the ghost, to no avail. "Just shut up, Heather!"
But the ghost remained steadfast.
"Sooner or later, you and this organization will get what is coming to you, Jimmy. When you killed me and all those people in Scotland, you sealed your fate."
Just then, the ghost began to float away from Jimmy as he tried to chase it out of the bedroom.
"Look to see me no more," she said mockingly as the ghost floated away and disappeared from sight.
Angered that his solitude was interrupted, Jimmy returned to shaving.
"Either way, TWA or Pan Am, I swore to kill you for the good of Team Rocket," he thought as he resumed shaving. "And that's just what I did, Heather. That's what I did."
Just then, he heard the door open and a Team Rocket grunt peeked inside.
"Don't you ever knock?" he snapped in an annoyed voice as he stared at the grunt in the mirror.
"Sorry sir," replied the grunt. "One of our spies in Athens just reported that your wife's body was recovered in Scotland and flown to Greece."
Enraged again, Jimmy threw the glass of water at the grunt, shattering it on the wall.
"What?!" he screamed, storming over to the agent, and picking him up by the shirt. "What do you mean?!"
"I'm just bringing you what the spy said, sir. They said that she had evidence in her suitcase that she was going to bring to the authorities."
"What evidence?"
"Pictures, Pokemon samples…"
But Jimmy threw the agent to the side and developed a troubled look on his face. If his wife's body was in custody, then the risk of attack on Team Rocket's Middle Eastern headquarters was imminent.
"Sir?" the agent asked, getting to his feet. "Need I say more?"
"Need I say more, what?"
"What else did she have with her?"
But Jimmy didn't want to hear any more.
"Nothing, just inform our security detail that I'm raising protective measures around the base," Jimmy ordered. "Do it!"
With the commanding sound of his voice, the agent did as he was told.
"If this base is invaded," Jimmy thought to himself. "Then Madam Boss herself could be targeted. We must prepare ourselves to fight against the Great Satan by any means necessary…"
And so the security around the former United States Embassy in Tehran was heightened as the threat of an American invasion grew.
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