From: Roland Le Good (email@example.com)
Subject: [PW!] Extremely hostile take over
Date: 2000-09-11 15:14:07 PST
PW!- Kurt Cray- Extremely hostile take over, PT 2
" OK, let's think. You injected all your men, including you with this virus
so they'd help you right?"
" Dat's correct," Kurt was attempting to reason with the terrorist leader.
" This disease will kill them in a week, and you took it around six days
" You've injected me too? And Jane and Chris?"
" Yeah, but we're getting cured today, we've got plans and maps
" Shit, this is so stupid! You're all gonna die! Now cops are out there!"
" They want you dead! Go talk to them, make the demands!"
" Ok," Rasputine the leader of the terrorists marched over the a window and
staying in cover yelled at the police.
" We 'ave 'ostages! We want stuff!" he looked at Kurt, who gave him thumbs
" Yes sir, what do you want?" A megaphone voice called back.
" We want alot of money 1,000,000 in cash! And a cure for a disease!"
" Oh god!"
" Erm, what cure sir?"
" The one wot rots you from da inside out, y'know?"
" Yes, 894b?"
" Maybe, it's in Cinnabar..."
" It'll take a day to get it sir,"
" 'Urry up!"
Rasp came back from the window and went to Kurt.
" Hey Rasp, you'll be dad in a day..."
" 'Den I'll die for my cause..."
" What cause is that?"
" It is against Team Rocket and Pokemon abusers. You know dey 'ave no
rights for Pokemon?"
" Actually they do, but not great ones I'll grant you..."
" hen I was very liddle, I had a great Pidgey. It was so cute and fluffy
but in was stolen by Team R! And da cops did nuffin'"
" God damn..." Kurt had a Pidgey, or did when he was young, it escaped
though, when he left a window open and was eaten by a meowth.
" Well, look. I agree, I didn't know that but this really wasn't the way!"
" No-one listened! I had to make 'em!"
" But now you're all gonna die!"
" We've got guns..."
" They won't kill a dis- Guns you say?"
Kurt was taken to look at the guns, his stomach tingled like at christmas.
" Here we have pistols,"
Rasp shoed Kurt a lot of guns and Kurt picked out a large silver Desert
Carbine Sem-Automatic, 12mm barrel.
" I've seen enough!"
" You only saw one..."
" But I love it! Tell ya what, you get us, me Jane and Chris out and we'll
get the cure..."
" Hmmm, ok but get back ASAP, goddit? To make sure I'm sending Christof
with ya, CHRIS!" Kurt turned his back on a rocket launcher and walked out
" Yes, Rasp? Oh hey, one of the boys is puking up..."
" Liten you four are gonna be released as 'ostages, or pretending to be
then escape to Cinnabar and get us the cure..."
" But Rasp... I'll die on the way and you'll die before we get back, I
wanna wait for the cops!"
" Hey Chris, we'll get your cure quick enough, if we go now!" Kurt
" If I die, I'll haunt you!"
Kurt walked slowly to the door, no sense putting it off. He was trembling
more than he ever had. He, an experienced bank robber, was walking into a
bunch of cops, by will.
" We're releasing 'ostages!" Rasp yelled to the cops who approached Kurt
and his friends.
" Sirs, are you all ok?"
" Y-yes, but we'd like to go home for a while..."
" Of course, but we'll check on you in a bit, we need your phone number..."
After blurting out a fake phone number Kurt ran over to the car and drove
off, away from Saffron towards Celadon. Coming the other way however was a
car, inside of which an FBI agent, named Jakob Frost parked outside the
" Hello officer, we're with the Federal Byero... Beario... FBI... The
terrorists are inside?"
" Yes sir,"
" You've got rheir demands I hear, who was in that car going the other
" Some released hostages sir..."
" Wrong officer, that was a bank robber. D'you know where he was heading?"
" Is he was with the terrorists he'll be going for Cinnabar I guess... You
sure he's a robber?"
" I know one guy with a caddillac and that grin, Kurt Cray, put out a
warning to all cops in the areas of Fuschia Celadon and Cinnabar. Actually,
Shale could you stay here, I'm going after him..."
" Sure boss, don't do nothin' hasty..."