From: luneric (email@example.com)
Subject: Re: [PW!] Cheap Beer and Oldale
Date: 2003-11-08 01:35:02 PST
> Grey nods. "I'm going to send my Pokemon into the base with you. They
> can command themselves in battle, so my presence won't be necessary. I
> don't expect that you'll have any trouble working with them. Of
> course, if *you* double-cross *me*, they'll probably tear you and your
> friend to pieces." Grey laughs maniacally for over a minute. When he's
> done, he addresses Mimic earnestly, "So, anyhow, is all of this okay
> with you?"
Brendan must be starting to think that people were trying to get away
from him, as ben had managed to throw him off on the way to the clinic.
Expecting to see Sapphire hiding a corpse or something, ben glanced
around the corner in the rusty Beldum and was rather taken aback to see
the trainer talking to a man in a rocket uniform. Releasing his
magneton, mimic suddenly started to feel a light pull, and was seconds
later hanging upside down from the metal buckels of his boots, attched
to one of Metrix magnets. At this point, ben looked quite smug with
himself, but immidiately went flying across the room, into the back
wall. Feeling his jaw, and looking at sapphire, sapphire realised that
was the stupidest thing he could of done. Mimic quickly slipped out of
his boots, and stood up again. "Mimic think you hate, team rocket, aqua,
magma?" He smiled warmly. Ben stopped glaring at sapphire to turn to
mimic, surprised. Sapphire grinned, formulating a new plan.