From: Roland Le Good <roland@minuet.demon.co.uk> Subject: [PW!] Caleb, part 2. Date: Saturday, December 11, 1999 1:18 AM Part 2: Set up... Caleb chuckled as he got his Pokemon healed. He had his first badge. That wasn't too bad, maybe I should compete in Pokemon league? He thought to himself. Nah, I promised myself I'd never get mixed up in all this... He shook his head. Ditto and Cubone were healed. Caleb thanked nurse Joy as he left. Now, what else could he do in Saffron city... Carver strolled into Giovani's office. His blonde hair was gelled back as usual and his black trenct coat swayed as he walked, black was all he wore. He looked at Giovani through his black shades. Giovani couldn't see his eyes. He didn't know what Carver was looking at and he didn't have any idea what he might do...it made him nervous. " Ah, Mr.Carver. I'm so glad you could make it," Giovani began. " Ok, What do you want? I have been out of work for months, yet you still pay me, I've been meaningto thank you for the last generous pay check you sent me by the way. You only ever call me in if matters are getting serious. So what? What is so dangerous for us that I have to deal with it?" " Caleb, you know who he is?" " The pokemon hunter? What's wrong with him?" Carver sat on a chair and rested his boots on another chair. Giovani looked at him in distaste, why on Earth did we give him a job? He thought. Carver looked at him. The stare chilled Giovani, it was as if Carver knew what he was thinking. " I'll tell you. He has ruined our plans before now. You know that this plan is crucial to Team Rocket. If he interferes..." " I am fully aware of the posibilities. So, you want him... removed? Ok, how much will I be payed?" Typical, though Giovani, he's always thinking about his wallet. " If you are successful you shall be paid £10,000," " Oh goody, now I can afford that new summer home I wanted... You really want him out of the picture don't you?" Carver smiled. " Don't worry, Mr.G. I already have an idea..." Carver began to chuckle as he left the room, " This promises to be fun..." Dusk. Caleb had got bored by talking to other trainers. He had decided to investigate their new Oil pumps. He moved closer to the pipes. They rolled down the hill into the shore. He examined the pipes closely, there was nothing strange about them. Maybe Team Rocket was going straight this time. He looked around. Team Rocket can't become good, that would be sooo boring... He was about to leave when he heard voices. This could turn out to be a little more interesting. He moved along the rocks, just in the darkness so he couldn't be seen. He peered over the ridge and saw Team Rocket. What a surprise. They had drilled into Silph Oil ltd's main fuel lines. They were drilling out the fuel and slowly adding it into their own mixture. I knew they were doing something...Caleb thought. I can't believe the cops didn't see this... He drew his gun. Time to catch me a Rocket... He moved slowly but closer. If they saw him he was in trouble. He pointed his gun at the nearest rocket. " Time to blast off, Rocket boy..." He pulled the trigger. The bullet slammed into the Rockets back sending him forward into another Rocket. The Rockets looked up at Caleb and raised their Uzi's. " FIRE!" Yelled their leader. They squezed on the triggers and the bullets flew. They chipped stone around Caleb. Caleb lept high into the air, he backflipped as he did so, confusing the enemy. He turned his gun and shot another Rocket. He landed in front of the platoon and shot at two more. He counted their numbers. 12 left. They glanced at each other, then back at him. The raised their guns. " Oh shi-" His speech was cut off by the sound of gunfire. He jumped left and fired his Magnum. The Rocket was thrown backwards and his gun flew forwards. He caught the gun and backflipped firing. Rockets were thrown about as the gunfire cut into them. Some jumped from the gunfire. Several stray bullets pattered a fuel tank on the back of a Rocket. The oil was ignited and the Rocket was sent miles into the air followed by a large fireball. Caleb landed and prepared to fire again. *click* Someone cocked a gun by his head. He looked up and stared Carver right in the face. " Top of the evening to you," Carver gave a two fingered salute. Caleb began to raise his gun. " aahahaha, tsk tsk tsk. And what do we think we are doing?" Carver pressed the gun into Caleb's head. " So, you are Caleb...I'm very impressed, you managed to get them much more angry than I have ever seen before. You're still gonna die though," Carver knocked Caleb's magnum out of his hand. Caleb watched it spiral down the rocks and hit the water below. Caleb slid the small automatic pistol down his arm into his hand, he always kept a spare in his jacket sleeve for an emergency. He grasped the gun tightly. " Not so good now, are you?" Carver smiled. " That's what you think..." Caleb looked up at him and grinned. In one fluid movement he pushed Carver's gun arm aside and pulled up his new pistol. He pressed it against Carver's stomach and fired. He fell backwards clutching his belly. " Oh damn," He moaned. Caleb began to limp away. Carver lookd up and fired at Caleb. Caleb ducked behind a rock and returned fire. Carver ran back towards the city. The Rockets closed in around Caleb. They had dropped their oil tanks. Carver approached the police, who didn't know who he was. " Help! Please! Some psycho is stealing the oil. We're trying to stop him but he shot me!" " Oh hell! Quick, get him to hospital!" The cops ran to Caleb and the Rockets. They knocked him down and kicked him along. He grabbed his Pokeballs and threw them. " DOPPEL! CUBONE! GO! You have to get me out of this! HURRY!" The cops handcuffed him and dragged him away to his new cell, whilst Carver watched from the ambulance, thinking about his new summer home...