From: Marco262 <marco262@yahoo.com> Subject: Re: [PW] A little illegal, legal work Date: Tuesday, October 19, 1999 8:16 PM tiki61@my-deja.com wrote: > Last time Windows (Pipian's Porygon,) exploded a bunch, the team > found out they needed to find a microfilm with data for the case in the > police HQ. > ------------------------------------------------------------------------ > > Everyone finished cleaning up, then Tiki stood up "Alright I'm goin > to the police HQ, I would like to more people to help," he said. > "Why do you immediatly get to go?" Score asked. > "Cause he used to be a theif, remember?!?!" Pipian asked angered, > "Well I'm still too wounded to manuever through crawlspaces and run > from police people, so Im out, Jamie just left so count her out as > well. So that leaves John Darian and Score." > "Darian and John come with me," Tiki said. > "WHY do they get to go?" Score asked almost whining. > "Because I wanna get to know Darian and John's tail is useful for > detecting things most people cant." Tiki explained, "Score I do think > I have a job for you and Pipian, you two need to distract as many of > the police officers as you can, make sure what you do is legal. Then > when they get distracted it will be easier for us to slip in." Tiki > said. > Score smiled, "Alright Mayhem making," the other four sweatdropped. > "Alright," Tiki said, "Get your pokemon and Ill get my stuff," Tiki > ordered toward John and Darian, they trotted off toward their rooms as > Tiki did. Fifteen minutes later they were all standing outside the > three co ops people wearing gloves. > They walkjed together till they were a block from the police > station, "Alright we better separate here," Darian said, everyone > agredd and Pipian and Score walked ahead. The other three started > walking to another street through an ally way, and worked their way to > where they were in an ally and within 20 yards or so from the back > entrance of the police HQ, they needed to wait now for Score and Pipian > to do there thing, whatever it was going to be. > As Tiki sat there he hoped that whenever Jamie got his note that > he'd left for here on the front desk. > Tiki's mind wandered to the front desk and he saw the note he > wrote it read 'Jamie, We've gone investigating, meet up at the fron of > Ceruleun's Popular Hot Quarter of town. Score and Pipian may need some > help getting out of there ok. > Your, friend Tiki' > > TBC (Just in case you cant figure out what I meant by the Ceruleun's > Popular Hot Quarter, take the initials, CPHQ, Ceruleun Police > HeadQuarters. Score and Pipian Im letting you figure out what your > gonna do, try and respond to this post under this post, its so much > easier to keep track of posting when its under the same thread. thanx) Darian wandered around the back of the Cerulean Police station. "That guy at the front desk sure won't let me in. We'll have to try a back way." "Persian," Pardus agreed. They kept searching around the outside of the building. Darian let his mind wander to his current mission. It would be difficult for him to leave once he was finished. He had already made some good friends. But he had too, just like all his others. What was the his objective here anyway? A picture of the woman with the blood red hair and tight fitting leather clothes flashed into his mind. Along with it swelled the hatred, but not like he had felt before. They wanted something done about her, but this more extreme. "Persian per!" Pardus' call snapped Darian out of his trance. "What did you find Pardus?" The Persian was resting his front paws on a window next to a locked door. Inside, he could see an office, empty fortunately. Directly under the window was a short file cabinet topped with papers ending an inch below the window sill. "That's great Pardus, but how are we gonna get in. The window's loc..." Darian turned to Pardus, who was already usign one of his claws for a glass cutter. With a slight tap from Darian, the piece of glass fell inwards, coushined by the huge stack of paper. Darian to opened the window. Pardus jumped in and unlocked the door for Darian. He paused on the threshold for a moment then stepped inside and quietly closed the door. "Pardus, you never cease to amaze me." Pardus purred at the compliment. "Now," said Darian, "We need some way to get through the station without being noticed. Ah, these'll do." He donned a uniform resting on a chair. "I'm ready Pardus let's...What's so funny?" The Persian was rolling on the floor, trying to surpress is laughter. Darian looked down at himself and realized the uniform was the wrong gender. He sweatdropped. "Oops. Well, this is the only uniform so I'm gonna have to wear it. Wait, let me hide my clothes somewhere." He sifted through various file cabinets, looking for an empty drawer. In one drawer, a single file stuck up farther than the rest. He felt a nagging urge to pick it up and open it. He gave in. Inside were a few police drawings along with a report. The pictures were very familiar. "HER!" Darian caught himself just in time and kept from screaming out loud, "It's that woman from my dream!" His teeth ground together as he tried to suppress his sudden rage. He turned to the police report, hoping it wouldn't bring on such anger. It read: Name: UNKNOWN Gender: Female Hair: Red Eyes: Brown Description: Known on all occasions to wear a tight fitting leather top, denim jeans, knee-high boots, gun belt and Pidgey skull necklace. Wanted for: Pokémon serial killing and Pokémon theft Pardus gave a warning hiss and Darian stuffed the his clothes in an empty bin by the door and the papers into a hip pocket. A male policeman entered the room, looking a little shocked to see Darian there. "Why hello miss. I've never seen you around here before. Are you new?" Darian stuttered. "Um...yes, I-I guess I a-am." "Nice to meet you, the name's Granite," He looked Darian up and down through squinted eyes, obviously attracted to him. "And if your free Friday, I know a nice restaurant downtown." Although Darian was trying very hard to keep the disgust from his face, he never missed an opportunity. He got close to the policeman and ran his index finger up and down the man's chest. "Sounds romantic, honey. By the way, do you think you can help a lost girl find the microfilm room?" The man gave Darian a perverted smile. "Second door on the left. See you Friday." Pardus slipped behind the man unnoticed and followed Darian out the door. Before Darian could get out the door, the man reached out and pinched his butt. Darian doubled his march down the hallway, fighting a losing battle to stifle his gag reflex, and keep himself from going back and beating the guy into a mushy pulp on the carpet. Before his temptations and bodily functions could reach a climax, he found the microfilm room. The door was locked. "We'd better wait here Pardus. Maybe Tiki'll be able to pick the lock." He sat him self in a chair and Pardus kept a watch out under a coffee machine. He knows we are getting desperate. We must abort the mission. Just give him time. He will accomplish his goal. He's onto us. He was made too intelligent. Do not worry. The Leaders will take care of that. Besides, does he look that intelligent to you? Heh. TBC? (OOC: Whew! My longest post yet. 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