Chapter 1: Prologue
Kanto, Route 19, Zone 12: 12 Kilometers off shore.
A beep. A second beep. Then, the final third beep.
Finally, the silence was broken by a male voice.
"The Pokémon Network Facility in Cinnabar Island, north of the Kanto cliffs, was attacked and captured by an unknown terrorist organization that has labeled themselves as Team Rocket. They're led by a team of high level trainers known as Executives. They're demanding that the Kanto League turn over the classified DNA of the Pokémon Mew that was discovered 10 years ago."
Kanto's weather was awful at this time of the year. Above him a storm roared and churned with vengeance, though all the sounds and flashes were muted by the massive volume of water around him.
"If their demands are not met within 24 hours, they'll shut down the Pokémon Network. This would render every Pokéball, Pokécenter and League facility, inoperable."
Red held on tight to the rubbery and slick skin.
"You'll have two mission objectives. First, you have to rescue the R and D Chief of Silph CO., Ray Pickett and the Kanto League's International Defence Chairman, Ross Meyers. They are being held hostage by Team Rocket."
"Your second objective is to determine whether Team Rocket has been able to infiltrate the Pokémon Network and whether they have the capability to enact a region wide shutdown, and stop them if they do."
Red let go and made a wide sweep with his arm. Bubbles danced around his arm before they exploded upwards in wide columns.
"You'll be able to approach Cinnabar island underwater with the help of a trained League Floatzel. The seasonal Tentacool swarm should mask your psychic presence. When you're close to the cliffs, the Floatzel will return so you'll have to swim the last part on your own."
Red kept his breathing steady as he pushed through the dark and cold waters.
The Pokémon Network Facility covers the whole island. Your Pokédex has been upgraded with a new shell, increased encryption and long range communication capabilities. "
"So no Pokémon to bring with me?"
"This is a top secret mission. One of the Executives is allegedly a Psychic. If you bring in an army they're sure to notice you. You'll be on your own. All materials and equipment will have to be procured on site."
Red briefly checked his Pokédex. According to the map he should be able to dive straight up. He took a final breath from his oxygen tank.
"This is a black op. There will be no official support."
Red sighed. "Business as usual."
A/N I am cursed with having the urge to write whatever thoughts crawl into my mind.