From: Arcangel (arcangel1@breathemail.net) Subject: [PW!] now's the time, for making your mind up... Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/06/14 "So kid, what's it gonna be? Stay a Rocket, get killed, join the Mercs, or help me out?" The kid looked up at Varait, straight faced. "Well, the way i see it, there isn't much choice here, is there? If i become a Merc, essentially i'm still helping you out. So, there can only be one decision. Let's get outta this room, and get some food, partner." Varait sat down, relief on his face. "I know it's rough kid, but when he assigned you to me, i had no other choice. Otherwise, you'd still be a blundering thief for the Rockets..." The kid cut in, "but i'm not a thief. I was a Rocket Researcher, a lab technician." In Varait's mind, all he could see was a charred ruin of a lab, with the kid in the middle, an embarrassed grin on his face. "Even better i got you out then..." As they left the side street, it occurred to Varait there was still something he didn't know..."hey kid, what's your name anyway?"[OOC: wait for it....] The kid turned and replied, "Holliday. Doc Holliday." TBC... OOC: yes, i admit, i watched a few westerns before i named him. If you couldn't see it coming when i said Rocket Researcher, then... HOW MANY DAMN CLUES DO I HAVE TO DROP? *calms down* Ahem... Rate as usual peeps...