From: J.Howard Kuehn <GARFIELD007@worldnet.att.net> Subject: [PW!] Imprisoned Innocent Date: Saturday, May 01, 1999 9:03 PM Last Time in PW!: James was thrown in a jail on ATR base of Ivory island, but something isn't right..... Black spots.Annoying black spots clouded James's vision. The side effects of Wiggly-gas are not fun. Having woken up only a few minutes ago, he still felt dizzy and disordered. Random pictures filled his already aching head, making it very hard to concentrate. "Here's some slop, bastard" Someone had arrived at his cell door, holding a silver tray with a brown lump. The tray was half way into the cell, through a narrow opening in the door. "I guess it's better than nothing.." Reaching to grab the tray, the person pushed, and the tray fell to the floor with a clank. Not happy, James walked to the door and punched. "Oh Shi..." His hand throbed from the thoughtless act, while laughing echoed from the walls. "So you think thats funny punk?" James yelled, right up against the door "Did you think it was funny when a bullet destroyed Simon's face, the bullet from your gun?" Now very puzzled, James started pacing back and forth, occasionaly stumbling as the effects of the wiggly-gas were waring off. "I would never shoot a friend" "That's what he thought" The guard started to walk away, having enough of James's comments. "Get back here! I want answers! Where are my pokémon? Where am I? Where's my stuff" Sighing, he replied "I shouldn't tell you, but you are being held captive by Anti-Team Rocket at a secret location. We have your pokémon, as well as your stu..." He stopped in the middle of a sentence <<You didn't really think I wouldn't find my master, did you?>> Pressing against the door, James tried to make out some sounds, with no luck <<Now Richter, James is innocent. His body was taken over by another unkown force. I will show you proof>> Concentrating, the Abra showed the guard images of a collection of thoughts and images from James and all of his pokémon, that Psycho had secretly been collecting. The guard leaned back on the wall "Oh God, We have a problem, I have to get in contact with Simon..." TBC! -James