From: "luneric" <ben@spam.net> Subject: [PW!] Flight of the Falcon Date: Wednesday, January 07, 2004 10:34 AM Despite starting with perfectly good intensions and looking for Smasher, Ben had got distracted and he and Nails were doing some light training on the grassy slopes of mount silver, on this sunny afternoon. Not just trainers who personally knew Smasher wanted to assist in finding him. A fat pokemon flew over the crest of a hill, followed on foot by Nails, and then Ben. Inspecting the pokemon flying away into the distance, Ben knelt down and addressed his pokemon. "Was that really necesary?" The exited Lairon just cocked his head before running after the pokemon he had just sent airbourne. "Why can't you be more like Blade..." Ben sighed. Jogging after his pokemon, he slowly started to recognise the worn out Hariyama that Nails had plopped his big, metal backside on. "Falcon...?" Ben addressed the pokemon, unsure of himself. He rummaged in his bag, before taking out an old battered Great Ball, which he held towards the floored pokemon. "Return." To Bens surprise, the beam of red light engulfed the pokemon, before calling it back to the sphere, which had not been used for about a year. Nails fell into a heap on the floor. "Come on Nails, lets go find Alex. We might be able to lend a hand, or maybe a wing." He and his pokemon trotted down the hill towards the pokemon center, the most likely place to find any trainer. Ben held many old memories in the ball in his right hand.