Chapter 7

"Breaking Their Necks"

If there is one thing that we were taught to do as Team Rocket agents was to obtain our goal by any means necessary, even if it meant killing whoever stood in our way. Now to be real, the three of us never wanted to kill anything, even Pokemon, if that's hard for you to believe.

Stealing was one thing, killing was another.

However, that all changed on September 11th when Pokemon were used to storm the cockpits.

"I hope we gave them enough information," said Meowth as we had our dinner in the prison mess hall. "Still, there's something else bothering me."

"What is?" I asked.

"How did those Pokemon manage to take down the pilots? They was strapped in their seats."

"Well, remember that we were initially assigned to steal those Pokemon from Cinnabar Island," I advised. "Giovanni wanted fighting type Pokemon because of their brute strength. It's all about breaking down the cockpit door and then killing the pilots."

"So essentially, those Machokes and Machops would have been responsible for kicking down the door."

"And then probably placing their arms around the necks of the pilots," finished Meowth. "Makes me sick just thinking about it."

Of course, it did make us all sick to our stomachs. In fact, I was starting to get a picture of what may have been going on in the cockpits.

Upon rising to their feet, the terrorists would have ordered the Machoke to rip down the cockpit door. The pilots would not fight back and instead send a distress signal. As they were doing so, the Machokes would have grabbed their necks and in the struggle, they would sever the spinal cord, killing the pilots. Then, they would take the bodies out of the seats and the pilot hijacker would take command of the plane.

"But what about in the cabins themselves?" wondered James. "Part of me thinks that they used the same method we used many times before in our escapes."

"Having Weezing use smog or smokescreen to cover our escape?" asked Meowth.

"Yes, only the gas would force whoever was at the front of the plane to the back," remarked James. "Then I suppose they had a Hitmonchan and Hitmonlee to guard the passengers."

It all seemed to make sense to us on account that the terrorists would have done this not once, but five times. As we returned to our cells, the images and sounds of Pokemon killing people at 30,000 feet continued to play out in our minds.

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However, we didn't stay in our cell for very long as the warden knocked on the door.

"Musashi and Kojiro?" he asked as we all stood to our feet and there in the doorway was Agents Green and Cassady again. "A couple more questions for you."

So we were left alone with the two FBI agents and all we could think of was what more they wanted out of us.

"Did you question Cassidy and Butch?" I asked.

"They denied ever claiming that there was a fifth plane involved," answered Agent Green. "But, are you both certain that such a theory existed?"

"Yes, we all believe," James declared. "There was a fifth plane involved because…."

"Because what, Mr. Kojiro?"

"We were supposed to hijack that plane."

Widening their eyes, the two FBI Agents sighed in disbelief at the idea that we would be classified as 9/11 hijackers. For the first time since our imprisonment, the cat was out of the bag.

"Cassidy and Botch were supposed to be on the plane with us," said James. "We didn't want to be a part of this sick plot, but we had no choice."

"Did you get on the plane?"

"No," I answered, lowering my head in shame. "We were scared…all three of us. Trying to steal Pikachu from the twerp and his friends was one thing, but I didn't want us to be a part of a mass murder plot."

"Did you have tickets purchased?"

"Yes, we did have tickets for United Flight 23 from New York to Los Angeles," I answered. "We actually checked in, went through security and just before we boarded, I had an anxiety attack."

"Yeah, for someone so tough, having a panic attack isn't what you would expect out of us," James said. "We told Cassidy and Biff that Jessie needed to use the bathroom to calm down. But instead, we left the airport, without them knowing."

Sighing deeply, both Agents Green and Cassady felt that despite for all our misgivings and actions as members of Team Rocket, they were impressed at the fact that we were willing to come clean.

"Later, we learned that we left the terminal at 8:46am, the moment the first plane hit the World Trade Center. Of course, the plane wouldn't take off and we were eventually punished for desertion," I confessed. "And of course, 17 minutes later…"

There I could feel myself having another anxiety attack as I began to reflect on that dark moment in time. Seeing the second plane, United Flight 175, slam into the south tower.

"What were your roles in the hijacking of Flight 23?" asked Agent Cassady.

Of course, I didn't want to speak, but I had to. It was time the world knew of our plans to hijack the fifth plane on September 11th, 2001 for the glory of Giovanni and Bin Laden.

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