Subject: [PW!] No Job Too Small... Date: 23 Dec 2002 21:11:52 GMT From: jsolano199@aol.comlink (Jose L. Solano) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon "You got it?" Trent asked as Ashura met him in an alley outside the stadium, carrying the cold Kabuto. "Good." "Sandslaaaaash?" "No, I'm keeping it." "And my Feraligatr?" Carol stood behind Trent with her arms crossed. Trent recalled the Kabuto and slowly turned to face her. At such close range, he drew his gun and pointed it between her eyes. Pokewars!: Trent Retwin "No Job Too Small..." Jose L. Solano "So you were working for that little girl, then?" Carol asked. Trent didn't even blink. "Hmm. How much did she pay you, Trent?" "What difference does it make?" "I'm just curious. It's not often that a little girl pays a mercenary to fight another little girl for her. She must've had a big bank account and an even bigger grudge." "You like to talk, Carol, so tell me what you're up to." Trent made a slight, subtle movement of his head and a heartbeat later, Ashura was behind Carol, pressing his claw against her back. "I'm beginning to doubt you have anything to do with Team Rocket," Trent said to her. He removed his shades to show her his evil, intimidating eyes. "I think it's time you told me what you're really up to... 'Carol'." "I..." Ashura's claw was a lot sharper than she had imagined, and his second claw moved to her side. "I'm working for Dreadite!" "No, you're not." Trent slowly took his knife out of his trenchcoat with his free hand and put it against her throat. With three blades ready to slice her apart and a gun aimed right at her face, Carol was beginning to feel quite a bit of pressure. "Who are you working for?" "Well, that depends..." "On what?" Trent's eyes narrowed, and he came to a conclusion. "You're a bounty hunter. There's a price on my head." "Yeah, that's it! I'm a bounty hunter, too! I'll forget the whole thing if you just pay me off!" "Sorry, but no." Trent realized he really hadn't gotten very far. "Who are you working for?" "A guy named..." Carol looked past Trent, and Trent saw that Ashura was looking away as well. "This is the police!" Officer Jenny announced through a megaphone. "Drop your weapon!" "I have a hostage," Trent replied, still facing Carol. "Let us go, and I won't kill her." "You're in no position to make demands, bounty hunter! We have you surrounded!" "Yeah, you all probably have your guns aimed at me," Trent said, "And I can't see any of you. I can't use her as a shield and put her in your way instead, but there's a few things you didn't consider. My partner over there is behind her, so both me and the hostage are in the way. You could open fire and kill my right now, but that'd just give him a chance to kill her, and what then? You won't get any answers out of me, and you'll have some bad PR on your hands." Officer Jenny had to admit to herself, if no one else, that Trent had played it carefully. Of course, she had her own backup plan. She motioned to an officer nearby, who said something into his radio. Ashura saw this, but not having distinct eye features, nobody could tell he was looking that way. Ashura growled slightly. On the roof of a building next to the stadium, a sniper steadied his rifle and aimed it right at Ashura's head. On another rooftop closeby, another sniper aimed at Trent's head. Without warning, Warren the Skarmory landed on top of the first sniper, clawing at his back and screeching wildly. The other sniper, distracted, didn't notice that Kurt the Abra had appeared next to him until he pushed his rifle off the edge of the building. Officer Jenny sighed. "Alright, Retwin. What do you want?" "All I want is for you to leave us alone. I've got more surprises where they came from, so don't fuck with me." "Do as he says," Carol pleaded. She would probably die either way, but for reasons she didn't want revealed, she'd prefer to die without police officers present. Trent put his knife away and walked behind Carol, taking Ashura's place as the Sandslash stepped away. He began to tunnel into the ground, and when he was ready, Trent stepped into it, still aiming his gun at Carol, and then pulled her in after him. As Ashura continued to dig through, Trent took a small can-shaped object from his coat and threw it towards the opening. A quick explosion later, the entrance to the tunnel had collapsed. "Where are we going?" Carol asked. "Nowhere. Just a detour." After having met someone posing as Aerie, Trent figured that she had to have some enemies around, and he could probably be of assistance... for the right price. (In case Trent's... "assistance" is needed again, he'll be hanging around the Whirl Islands. If you don't need him around anymore, let me know, and I'll have him do something else) Jose L. Solano ------------------------------- A devious, degenerate defender of the devil ------------------------------- "...Mirrors are more fun than television..."