From: "MechaGojira - (Witty Phrase)"
Subject: [PW!] Captive? Perhaps.
Date: Monday, February 09, 2004 10:54 PM
"Yes... let me just... crawl closer... closer..."
Dan Ando slowly nudges his way across a wooden beam, suspended twenty five
or so feet above the floor. He aims his camera, centering the lens on what
lies beneath... a Pokenapping operation! These crooks are definitely
connected to the truck Dan chased near Saffron City, as the truck they are
loading Pokemon into is almost identical. Dan moves further in, trying to
center a shot of the truck itself.
"There seems to be... something under the truck," he murmurs, leaning over
the side carefully. As he moves, Dan suddenly slides off the beam, wrapping
his legs and camera strap around the beam quickly, as to not fall to the
ground. He sweats profusely, worried that he may have been seen. He looks
down. Slowly. Carefully.
Everyone is oblivious. "Excellent," he thinks. He tries to crawl back onto
the top of the beam.
A man in a black uniform walks onto the wooden plank from a small, metal
rafter it connects with.
"Something tells me you don't have a press pass."
The thug draws a knife from his silver belt holster, cutting Dan's strap and
sending him falling to his doom.
As Dan slowly comes to, he realizes that he is alone in a corner, tied to a
chair. He looks around, observing the "room", which seems to have been
carved into a cavern. The black walls all have "counter-top" styled tables
laying against them. There are no stairs, and the vent Dan had entered
through, across from the wooden beams beneath the ceiling, is now sealed
off. There are only a few days worth of trash and clutter sitting around,
indicating that these thugs have not been here very long. As for himself...
has been tied to a plain chair for at least an hour, his mouth taped over
and his hands and feet taped as well. He is feeling weak and numb. On the
floor beneath him lies a roll of film, crushed; his camera is on a table, a
mere few feet from him.
Dan's head recoils from a rear impact, as he lets out a muffled yelp. A
short man in a black and gray uniform walks up from behind him.
"And we'll be makin' sure you never get out to talk, punk."
The short man, much older than Dan as told by his salt-and-pepper mustache,
bears an emblem on his uniform: a shiny black circle which surrounds a
silver Earth. A gear is engraved onto the Earth.
"Fmm...logo." Dan's voice is barely audible.
"Don't you mind nothin' of ours."
The thug walks off to bark instructions at others in the same attire.
Looking around, Dan sees cages filled with Pokemon; Magnemites, Pichus,
Arons. Mostly Electric or Steel types, from all around the world, being
fitted into the back of the truck.
"Load 'em up. We're to be outta here in 5," the man with the graying hair
shouts at the rest, "and, as for you, newsie... you'll find your stone tomb
to be rather comfortable, AHAHAH!"
The crooks finish their operation on time, and leave Dan in his corner as
they depart. A large shutter closes, locking itself from the outside. The
room is left with little light.
Dan struggles, trying to break free from his bonds. As that proves to be
useless, Dan decides to try something else.
Hop hop hop THUD
Hop hop hop THUD
Hop hop hop... SMASH!
Dan shatters the flimsy wooden chair against the rocky wall behind him,
scraping his knees and shoulders in the process, as he rolls on the ground.
He stops to breathe for a moment, and then makes his way out of his loosened
straps. Pulling a small toenail cutter from his pocket, he breaks through
the thick packing tape rolled around his ankles. He then staggers towards
the simple table across from him, taking his camera. He looks around once
again, and runs to the opposite corner of the room, against the wall where
the truck was being loaded. He presses his hand up against the wall and
drags it down, feeling the rough rocky texture. He finds a small item, and
checks it closely. It is a tiny box: a microphone and spycam, which Zoffy
had snuck onto the wall a few days earlier. He shuts it off, and places it
in his pocket.
After half an hour of struggling with a switch mechanism, Dan treks back to
his room in Cerulean, a little sore from the ordeal.
...but the soul (and the search for facts) still burns...