From: Dreadite <dreadite@tsoft.com> Subject: [PW!] The Anne calls, echoes of the past. Date: Monday, February 28, 2000 "Room 82? Magneton suite. Thank you, sir." "Good." "Your name?" The man paused. His name... was... "Call me Naes." He stepped through the large entrance, pausing long enough to pick up a mint at the door. It was sweeter than he'd like, but then again, you can't win them all. He stopped as a semi familiar voice flitted down the hall. He turned sharply, to see someone he didn't know. The man sighed, and stepped into room 82. It was different. "Remodeled the ship... of course, of course... it sunk." The man paused, and shook his long brown hair behind off of his face. He knelt down beside the door, and looked at the doormat. He pulled it aside, and picked up the small note under it. 'Sorry, your suite is not a winner! Try again next year.' The man smiled at the joke, and turned the card over. He picked up the spare key, and flicked it onto the extra bed. He sat down, and remembered the sharp pain. Injuries? Oh yes, he was injured last time... a name? "Aeren..." The man stepped outside, and looked towards the crowded deck above. Then the memories hit again. Dreadite sighed. "No escaping the past." ***** "Dreadite. What happened?" Dreadite peered down at the monitor. Giovanni's secritary stared back Rocket on the other end of the video link. "You haven't looked like that lately..." Dreadite smiled slightly at the comment, and the secritary noticed THAT instantly. "Are you all right?" "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" The secritary pressed a button, and her face disapeared and was replaced with Giovanni's shadowy form. The Boss rocket was always hidden in shadows. "Your report?" Dreadite paused a second, contemplating what to say next. "There is nothing to report. But I have a request." "What is it? Make it quick." "I would like the files on Doppler and Aeren Shade." Giovanni put his fingers together, and tapped them on each other. "You would, would you... I'm afraid that's just not possible at the moment." Dreadite glared at the monitor. "You'll do as I ask, Giovanni. Or you might lose some valuable agents... slight accident, you know. Slipped off the deck, and couldn't swim. A tragic accident." "You know better than to do that." "I want those files. You'll give them to me. Understand?" "You're pushing your luck." "Give them to me. NOW." Giovanni laughed slightly, trying to throw Dreadite off guard. Dreadite stayed intent. "Fine. Anything else?" "Yes. I want any files connected directly to these names." Giovanni's eyes grew a bit. "I see... they're classified to you." Dreadite drew his sword slightly. "Another tragic accident. Gym leader kills himself with knife by slitting his own throat. Witness claims he was tired of his evil ways." Giovanni glared back. "You are serious, aren't you? Nobody dares threaten me." "Take it how you like. But I'll get those files." "Expect a data transmission, it'll have the files. If this happens again, I'll have you kicked out. If you understand what I mean." "I don't think I care." Dreadite pulled the data card out of the computer as the download bar reached 100%, and walked off reading. He knew this wasn't all he asked for, but it was enough to satisfy his curiosity for now. Dreadite changed into a more casual outfit, and strolled towards the deck. Dreadite doubted anyone would notice him. As he stepped abode deck, he heard the voice again... everyone sounded like her. People walked by he could have sworn looked just like her. Dreadite looked at the sky, and sighed. Insanity had its problems. Dreadite focused on the sky, and when he looked back, everything was normal. "Gotta keep focused..." ---- Dreadite ----- The darkness, all around. Ghosts are like shadows, escaping death but for a moment, like shadows flitting from light. Ghostly we are, flitting from death but for a moment.