From: Jose L. Solano (jsolano199@aol.comlink) Subject: [PW!] The Last Stand Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/04/06 "...What time is it?" Trent asked as he woke up. "A little after midnight, why?" Hotaru answered with her eyes closed. "Then most of the passengers should have gone back inside by now," Trent replied. He put his trenchcoat on. "I have some business to do." "Uh, what?" "Nothing, just a meeting with... an old friend," Trent replied as he put his gauntlets on. He made sure his sword was sheathed. "If I don't come back, tell the ship security I killed myself." "What are you going to do?" Hotaru said, slightly irritated. "I told you already, I have some business to take care of!" Trent yelled, equally irritated. Hotaru turned pale. "I donīt wanna be alone," Hotaru told the black-clad assassin. "I have to do this, Hotaru. Alone." Hotaru nodded. "I know the story." Trent walked out of the cargo hold and onto the deck. Sure enough, the large crowds had cleared out. The only one on deck was Trent. Like the night before, the night sky was studded with bright stars. A full moon loomed over the ship. "What a beautiful night," Trent said to himself. "If I die tonight, I'll be fortunate that the night sky will be the last thing I see." Now it was time. He knew he was near, he could sense him. Trent could feel his presence behind him. "Dreadite. You knew this day would come." Trent turned to face him. The evil Rocket agent stood almost as tall as Trent, with his hair as long as he remembered, but there was something different... his wings? Where were they? "Let's forget the formalities, Retwin," Dreadite said. "Fine. We finish this now, Dreadite."