From: RobfromVoid <RobfromVoid@prodigy.net> Subject: [PW!] Here's the Deal: You Must Steal... Date: Friday, November 12, 1999 5:00 PM "Seeeee! Seeeeee! Seeeee! SEEEEEEEE!!!" A hungry baby Chansey named Omelette shouts in an annoying high pitched voice. The infant Pokemon pulls on her mother's red hair, unaware that she woke up after the first "Seeeee!" Minax is laying down on the grasses near Saffron City, in a ditch so that late night passerbys wouldn't see her as she slept. She opens her eyes to see that it is early in the morning, "Well, what do you know... Omelette's a regular alarm clock. I think I'll hit the Snooze button." Minax reaches over and slams her fist onto Omelette, killing the poor baby... Then Minax wakes up. Omelette is crying, just like in Minax's realistic dream, but unlike in the dream, Minax doesn't act upon her initial cruel impulses. Instead, she sits up. She had taken off her tight jeans and boots before she went to bed to sleep more comfortably in just her black panties and top, so when she crosses her legs, she pauses to admire their smoothness. Minax then hefts Omelette onto her lap, and gently pats her on the back, "Don't worry, Omelette, you'll eat soon enough. I can't feed you now though, since I don't make any milk." Omelette the baby Chansey hops up and down anyway, trying to reach for one of Minax's two large mammary glands. Minax stops Omelette in mid-hop and places her on the ground, "Don't move, or else I'll get my Arbok to Wrap you." The small Pokemon seems to understand Minax, and she rolls up into a tiny pink ball to go back to sleep. That taken care of, Minax works her way into her jeans while sitting, but has to stand up in order to fit such a large butt into such a small space. Once her jeans are on, she sits back down to force her feet into her knee-high black leather boots. Minax slides her belt back on, then attaches her Pokeballs, sack, sheath, and holster. From within her holster, Minax withdraws a silver pistol and a small red rag. She uses the rag to polish the pistol that she re-loaded at one of the Rocket Bases in Celadon City before heading to the grasses near Saffron City. When she is satisfied with the gleam of her gun, she hides it in its holster once again, places a still rolled up Omelette into the sack on her belt, and stands up. She dusts herself off, and initiates her morning jog in the direction of Saffron City. It only takes her fifteen minutes to arrive at the Western Gate of Saffron City, where she told Oz and Nori to meet her. She stretches her arms out and leans against the wall, certain that the Rocket Recruit and the ten year old Rocket will arrive soon... An hour later, Minax is still leaning against the wall of the Western Entrance of Saffron City, tapping her foot impatiently, still waiting for Oz and Nori to show up. She has been glancing up at the sun occasionally to tell the time. Since she has been without a home for so long, she's been able to perfect this art with merely a possible five minute inaccuracy. When she glances upwards a seventh time, it is seven AM. She reminisces that when she was a child, her favorite cartoon show was on during this time, but is also reminded of the loud screaming and shrieking that was usually heard in the background during the program, coming from her father and mother, respectively. She narrows her eyes, "Where are they?" Oz, a young boy with spiky red hair who is wearing a green shirt and blue jeans, runs towards Saffron City with a Sandshrew and a Meowth at either side, knowing that he's already at least one minute late, hoping that Minax won't shoot him because of it. Nori is chasing after him, finding it a little difficult to keep up. When he reaches the Gate, Oz slides, stopping right at Minax's feet. "Oz is safe! Or is he?" He proceeds to kiss her boots, "Please don't kill me..." "Get up." Minax snorts. A kick to the chin coming from the red-head Rocket helps Oz speed up the process of standing up. "And take this silly thing out of your hair." Minax pulls a headband out of Oz's hair that makes him look like Misty. Oz cheers since he doesn't have to pretend to be Misty anymore. He does have a bit of a problem with stealing Pokemon to join Team Rocket... but he tells himself that when he's on the inside, he can make sure the Pokemon he stole are returned to the owner. Joining Team Rocket is the only way he's going to find his Pokemon, "What do I do now, Minax?" "Come." Minax marches into the Western Gate of Saffron City, nods to the absent minded patrolman who always lets her through without checking to see who she is, and finds herself inside Saffron City. Oz and Nori don't have any problems with customs, either, and are soon chasing Minax as she runs to one of her least favorite alleyways. Minax isn't about to show the two rookies where she lives so they can hunt her down. Once there, she proclaims, "Here we are." "This dank place?" Nori waves her hand in front of her nose, "This stinks." Minax smirks at the young Rocket, "Yeah, rookie, but you'd have to be psychic to know that this is where Oz is going to bring the Pokemon he steals. And fortunately for us and especially me, there is no psychic Officer Jenny. They're all a bunch of idiots who couldn't catch a Pokemon, less a criminal. Nepotism breeds incompetence." Oz pauses for a moment, then slowly approaches Minax, hoping not to get hit again, "So... what... am I supposed to do?" "Sneak into the Pokemon Center and steal at least three Pokemon." Minax makes this declaration while pointing in the general direction of the Saffron City Pokemon Center, "Good luck. Oh yeah, and be aware that if you steal from a psychic trainer, they are very likely to pop your head open like a pimple. Have fun!" Minax pats Oz on the back with so much force that it sends him flying out of the alleyway! Oz's Sandshrew and Meowth hiss at Minax, then run off... -Minax