From: Simon Locke <atr4llfe@aol.comATR4EVER> Subject: Re: [PW!] Uh... Date: Monday, November 01, 1999 12:06 PM > "Well......if I can't aim it at the syringe throwing maniac..... >or at >the Rocket......" Dernam pointed it at a pan. "Maybe I'll just cover >the cookware. Happy?" > >Sorry it's so short, I'm outta ideas! Suddenly a cloud of debris exploded from the floor, causing a storm of dust to invade the people's eyes. Simon had Lauras sunglasses on which provided mediocre protection. The word FILTERING flashed in green text on the sunglasses, and soon Simon was able to see through the dust. Nurse Joy had been protecting some of the minors, as the gun toter was momentarily distracted. Simon tried to breathe a momentary sigh of relief but he dared not open his mouth. He stayed low, to avoid being seen when his foot got caught on something. "Sando Slash." Barked a familliar Sandslash. "Spike! Awesome, your deversion couldn't have been at a more perfect time. C'mon, help me find my body and let's get out of here." The two crawled pass some panicy trainers, and back into the back room. Simons body layed limp against the wall, next to some crushed debris. Assuming that some rocks from Spike's earthquake knocked Simon's body out, he prodded and poked at himself. "Unconscious, allright..." Simon said. A nearby Chansey was about to administer her egg to Simon's body, but Simon told it no. "Sorry Chansey, I need this body to be inactive just a little bit longer." The horny chansey looked confuse, with her egg in hand. Spike lifted Simon's body on to his back, ever so careful that his Spikes didn't prick the body, and they started to walk out. Some of the debris had cleared with the nervous fanning of Nurse Joy. They walked out of the double doors into the sunlight. Outside, a beautiful meadow with Mt. Moon standing incredibly in the backround. Most of the trainers had come outside, only to collect around Coshari. "Wow..." A trainer stared in awe as Coshari's magnificent beauty radiated to the trainers around her. Her maxed out level 100 hundred body all coiled up, with gawking trainers looking at her. Simon sensed Coshari was digging the attention. Afterall, she was unusually large, 70 feet long, 10 feet thick. And her hood was largely impressive. "CHARRRRR BOK!" She bellowed. Simon smiled, as he smiled anytime when he saw a happy Pokemon. Spike layed Simon's body on the ground, and layed next to it, basking in the sunlight. Up ahead, the silent sound of an ATR chopper descended. The barely audible blades finally caught Simon's ear, when it touched down. The black and white chopper was a new model Simon had never seen before......... it was quiet. On the side of the chopper besides the gleaming black metal were the white tri-lettre logo of ATR, designed by a Yoda, if Simon could remember correctly. "Bad, ass....." Simon whispered. Two agents climbed out, one of them motioning to Simon. "Miss Dark!" One of the agents yelled. Simon ran up to the Chopper as did Spike carrying Simon's body. "Wow, you've found Simon's body? Thank Goddish." "Uhh, yep I sure did. Heh..." Simon said unknowing of how to respond. Spike jumped in, as they loaded his unconscious body into the chopper. "He got knocked in the head, he'll be needing medical attention." Down below, Coshari raced up to the chopper, with many trainers following. The ATR held up a custom pokeball and in zapped the giant Arbok. "We must be going now, Miss Dark." "Ok...." Simon got in, still looking at the trainers who ran up to the chopper. They looked young, eager and full of life. Completely innocent, and untainted with the filth of the world... In someways he felt responsible for defileing them. In other ways, he felt he must take the responsibility, to keep them from being trainted... The Chopper took off and the trainers below looked like ants. All of them jumping up and down with excitement... "Goodbye ATRs...." "Uhh mam, we're heading to Old Man Andrews now, as you requested." Simon just sat back in comfort, Spike curled up in the isle, and Simons Body layed flat on one of the seats. In the back cargo bunk, 15 cargo crates labeled, "Property of the Pokemon League. TMs Include: 3, 6, 14, 15, 25, 26, 27, 29, 43, 47." No doubt some really powerful TMs. Feeling assured and better than Team Rocket didn't get to use these TMs, Simon closed his eyes and rested. Steak, the ATR in the cock pit proceeded on the mission and flew to Old Man Andrews. TBC "You ain't gotta like me, you just mad cuz I tell it how it is and you tell it how it might be." ~ Puff Daddy