From: Insanellama <insanellama316@geocities.com> Subject: [PW!][CC] A new mission Date: Sunday, June 20, 1999 4:00 PM Claire and Chaoticllama awoke the next morning with only slight hangovers. Chaoticllama fed his a good dose of black coffee, and it was only a memory. Claire did the same, but took her coffee with creme. Chaoticllama had just gotten dressed in his standard uniform, when his com-link beeped. He casually made a motion, to those un-aware of the com-link, it would have looked like he was only scratching his shoulder. Giovanni's voice sounded over the comm. "You and claire" there seemed to be a hint of a grin in his voice, "have a new mission. Goto the Relic Cafe in lavendar, and operative there will give you further details. Giovanni out." he said, not giving Chaoticllama a chance to say anything. Chaoticllama relayed the message to Claire. They then packed up thier gear, and took the elevator down to the first floor. Chaoticllama payed the clerk, and they left the building. "No time for flashiness, or liesure, Let's Ride" said chaoticllama, releasing Firestorm, and Lowjack. He mounted lowjack, and claire got on firestorm. They road east, through saffron, and straight to the Relic Cafe in Lavendar town. They sat down at a table, where one could face the door, and one the back of the room. A man in a business suit, carrying a folded newspaper walked over to them. As he was talking about the weather to Chaoticllama, he tipped the paper forward slightly. A video cassette fell out. Chaoticllama casually palmed it, and slipped it in his pocket. The man walked away after finishing the faked conversation. Claire had a meal, and then left. They checked into the local motel 6, and watched the tape in the vcr. A man in a black trench coat walked onto the screen. "You're mission, should you choose to accept it, is to break into the top floor of pokemon tower, and steal the bones of a chansey. This particular chansey belonged to a very rich man, we plan to resurrect it, and hold for ransom." He walked of screen. A quiet, but very fast talking voice came on, and said "Viewing of this tape constituits accepting the mission. Failure to attempt may result in death." Chaoticllama smiled grimly. "Let's go case the place, pick a point of entry. This time, I'll take the heavy security, you take care of the guards. They used grappling hooks to climb to the roof. "Skylight entry, there's the grave site" said Chaoticllama looking in. "I'll go down, and break into a window, so the guards will be sure to come." said Claire. Chaoticllama nodded, and started to work on opening the skylight. The latch was a simple one. He waited for the sound of breaking glass, and then dropped through the opening. When he got in, he saw that there was no way that he could even begin to fit through the holes in the sensor grid. His broad shoulders, just couldn't make it. "Oh well, I always did like the direct approach." he said aloud to no one in particular. The bones were incased in a small steele box. Chaoticllama got his knees bent, and prepared to surge forward. Then he took off, running straight through the grid. A very loud alarm started blaring. Chaoticllama grabbed the box, made a quick turn around, and ran back through the grid. A second higher pitched alarm now added its voice to the confusion. Claire was catching heavy resistence, right up until the alarms went off. Then resistence melted, and ran for the central room. Claire spat in disgust. "I thought he was going to do it quietly." she thought to herself, while chasing and shooting down several guards. She shot out a window, and dove out, grabbing the ledge. A rope wasn't far from her, so she grabbed on and slid down. Chaoticllama tossed the box onto the roof, and made a running leap, grabbing the edge of the skylight. Then the door burst open. Chaoticllama pulled out the one handed oozie, and sprayed gun fire into the door way, while pulling himself up with his other hand. He dropped a flash bang through the hole, grabbed the box, and slid down a rope. He landed with a thud. Claire was wating for him in the bushes, with lowjack, and Firestorm, and thier gear. Chaoticllama didn't stop his run, he tossed the box to claire, and jumped onto Lowjack. Claire stowed the box in one of Lowjack's saddle bags. They sped off. Chaoticllama had the loot, so he told claire he was gonna haul full speed for the docks in fuscia. He told her to meet him there. With that he dissappeared in trail of smoke. Claire rode the slower firestorm. Chaoticllama had stopped at a mini-mall in Fuscia, to get a new set of clothes, and a new color hair die. "Too bad I can't keep it black, red it is." He left the stoor, checked into a hotel under a fake id. He went to his room, died his hair, and changed into the preppie clothes. He was now wearing kahki pants, a tan belt, and an old navy shirt. He went down to the docks to wait for claire. She didn't recognize him when she rode by. Chaoticllama stopped Firestorm with a short whistle. Claire looked down at Chaoticllama, "Is that you?" she asked. Chaoticllama frowned, "Yea, it's me, I figured the disguise was a good idea. I hate it, but I need it for now." TBC