From: Continue (continue2@mindspring.com) Subject: Re: [PW!] Minus One, Plus One Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2001-01-25 20:31:47 PST Adrian Tymes wrote: >"Rockets shooting at us with rockets. But where...oh, great, they've >been mounting guns on that giant Coke bottle of theirs. Hang on, we've >gotta be just skirting the edge of their firing range." > >Without eyes, it was difficult for Mimic to keep track of Drake's quick >series of maneuvers, but they were back in level flight only a couple >minutes later. "Mimic wonder why Rockets fire at us?" > >"A Dragonite flying without any apparent passengers, just cargo. They >probably thought they could catch me." > >"Hmm. Mimic hope train not as dangerous as flying." > >"It's just a train. What could possibly go..." > >"Yes?" > >"Never mind. I keep forgetting never to say those words." Not too much later, the trio made it the outskirts of Saffron City. After Drake had landed in a run-down part of the city where there weren?t many people Mimic transformed into a person that the Dragonite couldn?t recall seeing Mimic imitate before. "Someone I should know?" Drake inquired as he pointed to Mimic?s current face. Memuyo sweatdropped as he walked between the two. "Meow Meowth?" Mimic looked down at the feline pokemon and shrugged before looking at the streets ahead again. "Maybe phrasing of question would seem strange to someone else, but Mimic have no problem understanding. Other than probably being millionaire right now, Mimic isn?t aware of anything important about man. Mimic saw him yesterday, one of the first to go in the club for the concert while band was still setting up. Mimic figure if man takes club owner?s advice, should still be in Cerulean for a few days." Although, as they made their way through the city, the crowds seemed to burgeon like any other large city, the trio could see something on the face of some individuals in the crowd. Most of the time it was a mask to hide it, but some showed openly the fear and uncertainty that they felt. These individuals were all too familiar with the fact that a person may not be the only one hearing their own thoughts in this city, and sometimes it could be used against you. Upon reaching the recently re-opened train station, the trio found the people inside were almost the same as those outside. There were quite a few of them and most were busy being concerned with only what they were doing. After they got in line for a ticket, Drake quickly found he needed to keep his tail close to his body as one person walking by almost stumbled over it. After the sound of a shoe hitting the floor too hard from avoiding a stumble faded, a young man glanced over from his video game at the ticket line, causing his ship to blown out of the stars. He cursed upon looking back at the game and noticing the loss. Despite this, he left his last remaining pixelated ship to the cold mercies of the computer. The young man swiftly made his way to a bank of vidphones, at the same trying to conceal the urgency of his movement. So intent was he on making sure that he didn?t appear to be in an unnatural hurry, that he failed to notice the pair sitting down who were conspicuously holding open newspapers in front of themselves and wearing trenchcoats that didn?t look to be their size. The pair would normally stick out like a sore thumb, but the sheer number of people in the train station kept most people from noticing how inept the disguises were. They peered from around their newspapers at the source of the unusually loud sound. It had taken them more than a minute of scrutinizing what they saw to finally come to the obvious conclusion. "Mon lee! Hit hit monlee . <It has to be them! The Dragonite looks like we were told.>" the shorter one hissed over to the other. The other one quickly nodded. "Ma, champ ma machamp. Machamp ma, machamp champ <Yes, and they?re getting tickets for the train. We?ll wait until they get theirs, then get our own so we can follow.> The pair then continued to attempt to look like they were reading their newspapers. It would have been more convincing if they were holding newspapers with pictures in them. The pair might have been able to figure out which way was supposed to be up then. -------- The man who appeared on the screen of the videophone looked somewhat irritated. "This had better be good, it felt like I was about to ascend to a new metaphysical plateau." "Do you mean gaining a new level?" The eyebrows of the man on the screen sunk and moved closer together. "Sorry," the young man quickly attempted to mitigate the damage from his slip "I?ve spotted one of the those that you told me Mistress Sabrina wanted to be informed about. The dragonite is plainly visible, and I believe the man with him to be the ditto." "You believe?" the man on the screen clearly wasn?t happy to hear this phrase. "It isn?t the form you told me he would normally use and I didn?t think it was wise to probe his mind as you told me that the ditto has some psychic ability." "Alright," the man began to stroke his chin as if he were taking some effort to think "Follow them onto the train. Make sure that no pokemon get on the tracks, or anything else that could catch them unaware. Someone else will come in to watch the station until you return on the next train." The young man nodded and ended the phone call. He then casually made his way to the ticket line. Just as he got in line Mimic, Drake, and Memuyo left the ticket window. "I don?t think she would?ve noticed if I was Mewtwo himself." "Mimic think she would know if Mewtwo try to get ticket. Mewtwo no carry cash." "Meowth!" "I think it was worth the money. Those mountains are dangerous. I?ve seen several news reports about planes and helicopters crashing when they tried to make it across." "Meow meow." "The only one who fits that description is the Scaredy-Meowth walking at my feet, especially if we were flying." Memuyo closed his eyes, turning his head up and away from the Dragonite. "Mimic beginning to wonder how noisy train will be." ------ Half an hour later the train was fully boarded and left the station. Drake, Mimic, and Memuyo had managed to find their seats without incident. The pair of disguised pokemon had had some difficulty finding their seats and had to be shown to their seats in the last car. Now that the train was up to speed, the pair moved forward. The Hitmonlee broke the silence between them. "<Now what?>" "<We do as we were told.>" The Machamp opened the first connecting door to the next car. "<But one of them is Doppler?s brother.>" The Machamp opened the other connecting door. "<It doesn?t matter. Our leaders told us that he tried to corrupt Doppler. We?re supposed to pound them like mochi, the same as anyone who would threaten the cause.>" "This is the end of the line for you." A young man stood in the next car, waiting for the pair. "<Stand aside human!>" the Machamp bellowed. Both pokemon stripped off their disguises and assumed ready stances. "The only one going anywhere will be you two." Two pokeballs floated out of different pockets in the young man?s clothing. Both burst open and a white light issued from them, resolving into two pokemon that gave their respective battlecries. "Alakazam!" "Xatu!" The two fighting pokemon each reflexively took a step back.. Before they could react further, the young man turned to a window and moved his hand. The window was pulled open, but an unseen force kept the rushing wind from entering the car. Two spoons were raised and the Alakazam?s eyes glowed blue. The Xatu?s wings opened, revealing a second face underneath. The red eyes of the second face began to glow at the same time as the eyes of the head turned a luminescent blue. The Machamp became enveloped in a blue glow as the Hitmonlee was bathed in purple. Both fighting pokemon struggled helplessly as they were raised off the floor and quickly tossed out the open window. The train sped away too quickly for anyone on it to see two hit the electrified fence and then impact the ground at speeds of over 200 miles per hour. Those on the train with weak stomachs didn?t know what they were spared from seeing that day. After closing the window, the young man turned around to head toward the car where he had seen those that he was supposed to be monitoring board the train. When he turned he saw the anxious, concerned faces of several passengers. He jerked a thumb back at the now-closed window and gruffly intoned "No ticket." The passengers quickly scrambled to produce their own tickets. <TBC?> Jeff Hauser* *Sig Sold Seperately