From: Thatguyty <thatguyty@hotmail.com> Subject: Re: Trainging of the day Date: Friday, October 01, 1999 6:10 PM In article <7t3aq8$kec$1@nnrp1.deja.com>, lewis8661@my-deja.com wrote: > "I'm gonna seek some bug guidance. I know two places I can > get that: Clan Caterpie, which is always travelling, or Icy's Bug gym > in Viridian Forest. I'm gonna try Viridan Forest." Lewis replies. Slake walked over to Scores bed and ripped the duct tape that trapped him on the bed. Score was grateful, but still pissed off. He liked to roll around in his sleep. The duct tape had prevented him from doing so. It was morning now, and the sea out the greenhouse window to the west sparkled majestically. "Time to go to our training classes dude," said Slake. Score rolled out of bed and groaned. 6:00am. About 3 hours of sleep. Score was not too happy. After a few Jolt colas and numerous times hitting his head on his desk top, Score found himself ready to learn. Slake was nervous. He wasn't exactly an athlete. He was more the booksmart type, who'd solve cases with his head rather than his fists, he thought. About an hour later, Slake and Score were seated at the front of their class at the Celadon City Police Department. Everyone listened intently as the teacher, a beautiful woman about 15 years old explained their training to them. They were going to learn about basic pharensics (sp?), small arms, spying, demolition, hostage negotiations, and several advanced technologies, some of which even Slake had no clue about. They'd also under some basic military training. Their first exercise was a hogans alley training course. "Welcome to Hypno's Alley," began the instructor, "Shoot the Rockets, spare the Pokémon. Who wants to go first?" Score stepped forward and raised his hand. He dragged Slake to the front of the class as well. "We'll go first!" said Score, eagerly. The instructor flicked her long blonde hair behind over her shoulder and walked up to the pair. Gracefully, she draped her arms over Slake's shoulders and wrapped her leg around his own. "Hey handsome," she said, "Is that a handgun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" "Handgun," said Slake, matter-of-factly with a dopey grin, pulling out a small gun from his pocket. The instructor smiled and giggled. Slake blushed. Score managed to lift his jaw from the ground. Slake took the safety off his gun. The rest of the class stepped behind a bullet proof glass observation wall. A horn sounded beginning the test. Slake had his gun pulled up beside his cheek. A cardboard Jesse and James popped out of a window. BLAM! BLAM! He got James twice. He missed Jesse. Turning his attention back to the road, he noticed a Butch picture pop out of a garbage can. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Three direct hits. "Ouch," commented Score from behind the glass. A group of Psyduck cutouts crossed the road in front of him. Slake nearly blasted them all to bits, but managed to hold back. His perephrial vision got a flash to the right. He flinched and missed his chance. Cassidy on top of a building. BLAM! BLAM! Miss. Miss. Slake realized the hot instructor was watching him and he became self conscience. Glancing right, he noticed a Giovanni. BLAM! Direct hit. He heard a click behind him. He whirled and shot. Pikachu would have to have some reconstructive surgery. Slake shot again before he could think about what he was doing. Click. Click. Out of bullets. He hit the ground and released his cartridge. He pulled a new one out of his right breast pocket. 5 Rockets, each in a seperate window of a building. BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM! Each found a bullet in his teeth. A horn sounded, ending the course. Score walked up to congratulate him. The instructor came up and hugged him. "You passed, Sugar!" she said. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. Slake turned red like a Charmeleon. Score passed the test with flying colors. He hit every target, saved each Pokémon, and only shot two unneccesary bullets. The instructor gave him a hearty pat on the back. The next event found the detectives in camoflague coveralls, standing in front of an obstical course. "First, you'll have to crawl under this barbed wire. Next, go over the wall, through the suspended tire tunnel, and over the "Eliminator"," explained the instructor, "A hand over hand crawl on "Ol' Ropeburn" suspended over a Voltorb pit." Slake figetted nervously, knowing he couldn't do it. Score bit lip and pondered a strategy. A few students made it to the Eliminator, but fell into the Voltorb pit. The class had about 4 less students than it had when it started. Finally it was Score's turn. He squirmed under the barbed wire, held about 8 inches over the ground. Like an Ekans, he wormed his way through the grass in record time. He walked up to a wall, about 12 feet tall, with some small holes in it. He backed up a few feet and ran towards a tree beside the wall. He kicked off from a small knot on the tree trunk and propelled himself on to the wall. Easily, he pulled himself over the wall and jumped towards the tire tunnel. With one graceful dive, he was halfway through the tunnel. Grunting and breathing hard, he flew through the tunnel and somersaulted out the other end. He climbed the ladder leading to the Eliminator and grabbed on to the rope. It was frayed all the way down and cut his hands as he swung like a Mankey along its length. " 2 minutes 37 seconds!" announced the instructor as she smiled, impressed, at Score. Slake didn't do nearly as well. After two falls into the Voltorb pit, he finally completed the course. " 4 minutes 5 seconds!" said the instructor, rushing over to Slake, "My poor baby, let's get you patched up." Score waited in the lobby of the Celadon City police department for Slake. Slake emerged covered in bandages. He had numerous lip stick prints on his forehead. The instructor handed him a piece of paper and winked at him as he left with Score. "What's it say?" asked Score, like an excited Growlithe. Slake unfolded the paper. It had the instructors name, "Lily" and her phone number, as well as some ruby red lip prints. "Lucky bastard," said Score as he and Slake trudged back towards the PODAHQ. Score, fuming, reached deep into his pockets and pulled out all the stuff he "found" in the police department. "13 pens, 4 pokeballs, 1 ultra ball, 3 super potions, one telescopic nightstick, and one pair of handcuffs," he said, quite pleased with himself. "You _stole_ from a police station?" asked Slake. "Yeh, what of it? Hey, want the handcuffs? Maybe you and Lily can find a use for em," Score said as he prodded Slake. "Shut up," said Slake, "She's our teacher man. I can't date my teacher!" Score whipped out his nightstick and smacked Slake in the back of his head. "What was that for!?" yelled Slake. "Lucky bastard," said Score. -- ~Thatguyty Webmaster of "Tracking Mew" http://mew.upnetwork.com =) Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy.