Subject: [PW!] Eight by Five Date: 17 Aug 2002 07:12:40 GMT From: jsolano199@aol.comlink (Jose L. Solano) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Trent Retwin walked through the streets of Cherrygrove City sometime between midnight and dawn. There weren't too many people around, and he took off his shades. It was dark out, so nobody would really notice his weird eyes. As always, his Sandslash-turned-Cyborg-turned-Sandshrew Ashura was with him... well, closeby, anyway. Ashura was determined to evolve, so he was picking fights with alley Meowths. Trent held a sheet of paper in his hand, and patiently waited for someone to walk by. "You. Have you seen this man?" "Uh... no." "You there! Have you seen this man?" "No, I'm pretty sure I haven't." "Hey! You seen this man?" "Stay away from me!" Trent scratched his head. He figured that someone had to recognize the image of Dreadite. Ashura walked out of the alley and took a look at the picture. "Shrew." "What? It's Dreadite." "Shreeeeew." "Hey, shut up! I couldn't find any real pictures of him, and I'm a good artist!" Ashura shrugged and chased after a stray Houndour. A shady looking man in black walked by, and Trent quickly stopped him. "You, have you seen this man?" "Yeah... I used to watch his show all th' time. What was his name?" "This guy's name is Dreadite. Seen him?" "Maybe." The Rocket pulled a gun from nowhere and aimed it at Trent's chest. Behind him, two more Rockets appeared, each holding a gun of their own. "We're gonna have to take you down... if we've made a little mistake, and you're not a real threat to Dreadite... then we can't let anyone know that we're serious about this." "...Fuck." Pokewars!: Trent Retwin "Eight by Five" Jose L. Solano Trent wasn't worried. Nope, not a single drop of sweat crawled down his forehead... probably because he couldn't sweat. He wished he could, because he was feeling unusually hot. "Who sent you?" "Doesn't matter. You after him or not?" Trent couldn't believe it. They were dumber than he was. "No, fools! It's me, Garrison!" "Garrison...?" "Can you be THAT stupid?! I'm Giovanni's personal assistant!" The main Rocket put his gun down for a moment. "Wait, wait... why are you looking for Dreadite?" "I'm NOT, I've been sent to find anyone who has information on him and bring them in, to keep them from giving our enemies any information." "Oh. Okay, that makes sense." "Yes, it does, and if you'll excuse me, I have to get this done. You there! Have you seen this man?" "Okay then... what do you want us to do?" "Huh? You're still here? Go rob someone." "Gotcha, boss." The Rockets ran after the first old lady they could find. Trent had to grin. 'I'm such a clever bastard,' he thought to himself. Of course, now he was a bit concerned. Dreadite probably knew he was after him... or at least someone in Team Rocket did. He had lost the element of surprise. It would only be a matter of time before someone else figured out he wasn't this Garrison guy. "Come on, Ashura, we're going." Ashura gave the Houndour one last scratch and ran after Trent. "Hold it, 'Garrison,'" a woman yelled. Trent turned around. The Rockets had regrouped, and it seemed they had picked up a leader, a red-haired woman dressed in the regular black Rocket uniform. "You thought you had us fooled, didn't you?" "Yeah." "Well that's not the case... thugs! Places!" The thugs all struck bizarre poses as a spotlight hit the female Rocket. "Pokémon of the world, run in fear! You all tremble when I am near! Team Rocket, here to fight! My name is Carol, that fact is right!" Carol paused for a moment. "...It needs work doesn't it?" "Yeah, it does. Maybe change that last part to 'my name is Carol, and this uniform is really tight!'" "You know I was actually considering that, but I didn't know if that would sound too slutty... anyway, we have to kill you now." "C'mon, murder's not the Team Rocket away." "No?" "No, it's Pokémon battles. Trust me, I've got experience. So what do you say, two on two?" "HA! Team Rocket never plays by the rules! I'm sending all my Pokémon out! Go, Feraligatr! Go, Ariados!" "Okay, if that's how you want it..." Trent released his Rhydon, his Graveler, and his Onix. Ashura quickly ran in to join them. "Alright, you guys know what to do." "Hey! Why aren't you dolts backing me up?!" Quickly, the other Rockets sent out their own Pokémon- a Koffing, an Ekans, and a Grimer. Quickly, the battle started... within five seconds, Koffing, Ekans, Grimer and Graveler were down. Nobody was quite sure what had happened. "Ariados, tie that Onix up!" The spider Pokémon began to shoot a stream of thick thread-like string at the Onix. It struggled, but the string was too much, and the Onix fell. While Carol commanded her Pokémon against Ashura and Rhydon, the other Rockets took their guns out again. Trent ran down the street, with the Rockets in pursuit, and hid behind a parked car. "Fuck... why does this always happen to me?!" Once the car was full of bulletholes and the Rockets were forced to reload, Trent made a run for it... right at them. "Huh?!" Trent headbutted one of the Rockets and took his gun. He aimed it at one of the other Rockets. Trent took his gun as well. Now with two firearms, he had the advantage. He pulled the trigger on one, and the Rockets flinched. Trent snickered, since that gun hadn't been reloaded. Then he fired the other one and got one of the Rockets in the chest. With one to go, he felt pretty good about himself. "Just you and me, and I've got the gun. Who's gonna walk away from this, huh?" "Me." "You?" Suddenly, Trent was airborne. He had been rammed from behind by Carol's Feraligatr. His Rhydon had already taken down the Ariados, so both it and Ashura concentrated on beating the monstrous reptile. Trent stood up and shook his head. He looked back to see Ashura on Feraligatr's head, blinding him, while Rhydon struck the beast's midsection with his horn. Too weak to fight, it was recalled. With no Pokémon left, Carol and the conscious Rocket decided to make a run for it. "Hey, HEY!" Trent chased after them, firing the stolen weapon. Carol had her own gun hidden; she tossed it to the Rocket, who began to fire back. Six shots fired between Trent and the Rocket; Trent fell over when a bullet hit his shoulder. The Rocket fell over when a bullet hit his neck. Carol was still running. Trent clutched his shoulder as he watched her disappear into the night. "Fuck..." Now Team Rocket would know that he killed two of their operatives and injured a third. Now he knew he was in trouble. So it seems someone is on to Trent's little plan... but who is it? Did Dreadite send these goons? Or someone else in the Rocket organization... either way, Trent's walking through the woods with a blindfold on. Not that he wasn't already... in case you're wondering, the title is a clue. To what? I shall reveal later! Mwahahahahahaaha... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... Jose L. Solano ------------------------------- A devious, degenerate defender of the devil