From: Insanellama <insanellama316@geocities.com> Subject: [PW!] Chaoticllama heads out to fuschia Date: Sunday, June 06, 1999 8:24 PM Chaoticllama packed up his gear and grabbed a standard issue Team Rocket med-kit on his way out. Never know when it might come in handy. He was running along-side Lowjack, and did a running mount, and they charged south. The bridge was on the other side, and Chaoticllama didn't want to waste time, so had rapidash jump, and just crossed his fingers that he would make it over the rivene. Well, with his usual aptitude for doing the impossible Lowjack landed twenty feet past the edge of the other side of the very wide precipice. "Good job lowjack, there's some sugar cubes in your future old pal." said Chaoticllama, the seeming years he had aged that week melting off. Lowjack was Chaoticllama's sanctuary, and Chaoticllama knew, that he would die to protect Lowjack from coming to harm. Just as he knew lowjack would do the same for him. Chaoticllama and Lowjack charged on putting more and more speed, until soon, the characteristic flame spehere surrounded them. Then lowjack poured on even more speed. They were now going faster than ever before. Chaoticllama was yelling and having a great time. Lowjack was having the time of his life as well. "YEAHOOOEEEYYY!" yelled chaoticllama louder than ever before. All too soon, it was over. They had arrived in fuschia in Record time. Chaoticllama brought out Firestorm, and they took a brisk trot around the city, to cool Lowjack down from the ride. Chaoticllama then walked into the pokecenter, first affixing black cover-ups to the red TR badges. He didn't need the nurses sass about all the evil that he hadn't participated in. "Hello, I'd like a copy of The Pokemon Times please" said Chaoticllama flicking a few coins onto the counter. He sat down at one of the couches, keeping half his attention on the paper, and half his attention on the people talking in the room. "Interesting, anual Laramie ranch race is coming up." He looked over at lowjack, "now I know we could win that race Lowjack, and someday we may enter it, but right now I need to keep a low profile." his voice had taken on a very saddened tone. He lowered his voice so only lowjack could hear it, "We also have to get rid of those retina patterns the police scanned on me when they wrongfully arrested me.I can't have a way for them to beyond a shadow of a doubt, positive id me if I get caught again." He then went to PokeCompFuschia, and bought the items he didn't have with him to make a useful hacking tool. He also bought some extra wiring, and circuit boards, there were a few pieces that he'd have to make himself. He setup a tent off in the forest a fair piece, where he figured he wouldn't be inturrupted. He set to work. After about 12 hours of precision work, he finally finished. His eyes hurt from the strain, and he could feel his fingers cramping up. "Well, now all I have to do is find a good spot under my cloak to hide it." He found it, it wouldn't make even a perceptible bulge, so he took out some broad-cloth cloth, and made a pocket for it there. "Perfect, and the best part is, all I need is a few moments to cuddle up with a nice friendly, secluded payphone." He found an underground line he could tap instead. He pulled out his wire tap kit from Special Forces, and set to work. Within 2 minutes he had the line tapped, and he was on his way into the police records system. "I hate it when network supervisors are so obvious on passwords, one of the most used ones out there, God, was the password. Well, well," he pulled up the file on himself. He immediately uploaded a copy he had previously prepared, and over-wrote it, making sure to delete the file from ram, recycle, undelete, the actual hard-drive, and he managed to get the drawer containing hard copy to explode. Self-destruct in case of invasion. The new copy showed he had a clean record, no retina scans, and no picture. He pulled the plug on the connection, and hid the wire-tap kit, as well as the device, then he repaired the line. Then he packed up the field tent, and went to one of the seedier bars in Fuschia city. It was called "The Glowspider." He had 2 shots of Tequila, and left. He went into the woods to sleep under the stars. tbc