Drake wiped the blood of his katana. He looked over his pokemon, and he noticed terra was cowering away when he neared. How he must have looked to her, cutting up people for no reason.. Drake put a hand on his forehead. This was getting out of hand. If it wasnt for those stupid guardians none of this would have happened. Tough he did wonder, what would he do if he were them? Then he remembered he torturing and he shook his head.
"Listen guys, im sorry, ive just gone mad..." He turned away but Sparky jumped on his shoulder.
"Thanks" Suddenly he noticed something with storm, he was shaking.
"Storm, are you alright?" Drake lifted Storm up and felt its head.
"No! A fever! In this weather?" He looked back at the gates, they werent going to let him in now.
"Come on Storm, ya gotta get through this!" His squirtle fell down in the snow. The battle must have tired him, and the poison....
"Lets go" He picked up his squirtle and trodded down the slope. Then he realized he had no idea what to look for. It was PSX, and it was near, but which direction?
He was just about to make a decision when he saw truck tracks, ones that led around the city.
"Huh? Come on Storm lets see if there is anybody who has an antidote" He held storm in his jacket and ran down the tracks, hoping to find a house or just a gas station.
Luckily the trail wasnt harsh. It was flat; maybe there was a road under the snow. That was the only positive side of this trip, because as they moved on, storm's condition got worse.
"Storm? Hang in there" He wrapped squirtle in his spare clothes. Then he saw smoke nearby, maybe from a fire or a stove. As he neared he saw that there was alot more smoke than he had thought.
"What the heck is this?" He asked himself. More trucks joined the path, and all joined at one big gate. Drake took a glance at the guards and immediately knew what he was up against... PSX. He remembered the uniforms all too well, these guys were low class, usual PSX equipment; radio, knife, gun. They didnt even have any pokemon.
Now he was stuck at making a decision, would PSX help him? Should he ask them for an antidote, or should he break in, which is sure to cause trouble, then again this base might hold all his pokemon.
There were 15 ft high walls around the outer courtyard. They had spikes and barbed wire on top, no way he could get in through there. Going through the front would cause too much trouble, as he couldn't replace the guards, and there were no other entrances. Then something shot to his mind.
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"Come on Star, i know you can do it!" He was cheering on star who had no clue what to do.
"Its easy, you just dig a tunnel and make it go under the wall" He gestured to the wall.
"Char Charmander!" It yelled in confusion.
"Whatcha mean you dont know how to use dig?" Wasnt digging easy? "You just... dig i guess"
Charmander shot him a questioning look.
"Uhh try using your claws or something" Charmander scratched at the snow and ice.
"Just keep trying that?" He encouraged the charmander. His Charmander picked up speed and his claws began to shine, and then slowly he went through the ice. Suddenly there was a big 'clang' and Star jumped out licking her paws.
"Aww, you ok Star?" The charmander jumped on Drake's neck, still licking its shattered claws, well atleast it knew how to use dig.
Drake peered down into the tunnel, it was almost under the wall when a big sheet of ice blocked the way.
"Cant dig through ice can ya?" He asked the charmander.
"Well... lets try burning through it, use ember!" Charmander fired ember deep into the pit and the ice started to melt.
"Thats right keep it going with ember" Star kept sending them in, and the ice was getting thinner.
"Wait here, im going to check on storm" He went to the bundel of clothing next to his backpack and opened up a blanket. His Squirtle was in there, but it was all blue... uh the bad kind.
"Tss, We need to hurry up Star!" He yelled at his charmander who just finished the tunnel.
"Char Charmander!" It yelled
He crawled through the tunnel, and his eyes widened when he saw what was on the other side. More PSX members than he could count were gathered on the other side, together with a bunch of pokemon. There were weird inventions too; somekind of torcoal operated tank, and the pokemon all had little recievers on their heads. Whenever a pokemon did something wrong; they would shock them.
"Cruel" He muttered. Then he saw a guy nearby shocking his machop. Drake had no pity as he knocked the guy out and took his clothes. The machop seemed glad and when Drake tied the guy to a tree outside the wall; he told the machop to wait there and guard the tunnel.
"Now listen, terra, im going to put a little reciever on your head; just to improve our cover" The bublasaur shyed, but then allowed Drake to put the reciever on her head.
"Ok , act casual; like your a tortured slave pokemon" The little bulbasaur got scared, and that was exactly how Drake wanted her to look.
"Your doing great, now walk ahead" Sneaking through the tunnel they walked past most of the other rmembers in the courtyard. Most of them were too busy training their pokemon, or adjusting their guns. They were getting ready for something big. He took out his gun and spun it around; he had a sudden urge to practice at a shooting range, but he couldn't waste any time.
He tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge.
Then an unknown voice said "Identification Please" He looked around and saw it was a little machine that said it.
"Uh" He grabbed the card and flashed it infront of the light.
"Alihad Waters, Age 38, Silver Access" Drake looked around hoping nobody heard the age, luckily they were too busy and he walked in. As soon as the door opened a little blue pokemon shot past, with two guys in white suits chasing it. It was a riolu with a scar above its eye, then he remembered having a riolu at the ranch... could this be?
"Thats the second time this week! Hey get it!" He yelled at Drake
"Sure dont worry!" Riolu made a sprint for the gate, but the guards stopped him
Drake caught up to them. "Hey, you can give it to me, sorry it wont happen again"
The guards handed him the pokemon but Riolu sent one of the flying with a force palm before lashing out at Drake. He held onto it and whispered in its ear " Its ok, Ace, its me Drake"The pokemon calmed, and allowed Drake to take him away.
"Where are the others?" Ace pointed to the building. "You the only one who managed to escape?" It nodded.."You better stay with me, and Drake tapped a pokeball against Ace who became engulfed with red light.
He let it back out again. "Ok, first we gotta do something, but then ya have to show me where they are, ok?"
"Rio Riolu!"
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Drake peered through the back window of the truck.
"This one seems big enough" He said to Ace.
"Riolu!" His pokemon yelled
"Shh not so loud" Drake whispered. He took out the knife out of his pocket, and started picking the lock.
They had found a huge parking lot on the side of the building, there were even helicopters, but Drake couldn't ride those; much less a truck. He needed a ride because the ranch had about 30 pokemon.
"Click" The car unlocked and Drake carefully opened the door. It contained a couple of boxes of pokeballs, which was convenient because he was gonna save as much pokemon as possible. He looked under the steering wheel and played around with the knife until he took off some kind of lid. He peered in and grabbed a couple of cables. "Which one?" He asked riolu, who didn't know anything about hot wiring a car and thus shook his head.
"Uhh lets try the green and the red one" He connected them and the window wipers went on. "Uhh... blue and orange?" this time it was the headlights. Then riolu butted in and connected the red and the brown one, and finally the truck turned on, he got in, put his squirtle in the back with his backpack and the pokemon and drove away. Not away, away- just to the side entrance of the building.
He stepped out, leaving all his stuff inside except for an empty bag, riolu and bulbasaur and then went in the building.
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It was a big white hallway. People were walking around with trays of pokeballs and Drake snagged a few whenever he could. He put them in his pocket and in his bag, but soon his bag was full. Then he got an idea, he snagged a whole big tray and moved it around the hallway filling it up as much as possible. Then he went to an elderly looking guy who seemed experienced.
"Hi" Drake asked like he enjoyed the job.
"What?"
"Ive been put on this new case, the wolfston Ranch, any idea where they keep the pokemon?"
"Yeah" The guy looked up "Down the hall, to the right"
Drake followed his Directions and soon came to a door that said : Wolfston Ranch in big black letters. Taking a big breath Drake opened the door. The inside was full with people, whipping pokemon and taking samples and analysing them. In the corner he could see somebody spraying water at a ponyta, and in another place they were burning grass pokemon. There was a sign that said "Resistance Testing"
"*******s" Drake muttered. Nearby Drake saw about 20 different pokeballs, he quickly swiped them and continued down the room towards the ponyta.
"You got enough results?" He asked the guy with the hose.
"Yea i suppose" The guy grinned "But this is too much fun" And he kept spraying the ponyta.
"We need to take this guy to the next stage of the testing-" Drake quickly looked around and noticed a sign. "The- uh Potential testing"
"Sure, its pokeballs is over there" The guy pointed to a box. In the box were 5 other pokeballs. He returned Ponyta, he knew which pokeball it was because the others were occupied.
"That makes 25" He muttered "Just 6 more" He had 33 in total, but Sparky and Ace were already with him. Thats when he saw what he was looking for- his shuckle. It was pumped up, like it was about to explode, and looked pleadingly at Drake. Its tester must have gone, because it was alone in corner, with the plugs still in the holes of its shell.
"Hey big guy" The shuckle looked up, and its expression brightened.
"Now before i return you im gonna need some of your antidote" He took out a vial and took out a plug. The antidote started streaming out.
"Thanks" He said when the vial was full, then he returned the pokemon. He put it on the tray and walked around like he was observing it.
Three other pokemon were being tested in another corner; an oddish, bellsprout, and carnivine.
He skipped those for now as it was stuffed with pokemon. Then he went over to a fence. It was weird; a fence in a room, but inside were three other pokemon. Nobody was guarding them, but the wire was electric, and every once in a while water would splash on the pokemon, or fire would engulf them. Ekans, sneasel, and starly were in there, probably because they misbehaved. He returned them to their respective pokeballs and finally went over to the grass pokemon.
It seemed they were done with the tests, and were dousing off the half burned pokemon.
"Ill take them now" He said to the nearby psx members, and hurried off with their pokeballs. That made 31, all of his ranch pokemon. He hurried outside with the tray and then walked through the hallway. Nearby was a holder for about 5 trays and he took it and added his own tray. Every time he would see a lone tray he'd put it in the holder. By the time he reached the side of the building the holders were filled and the trays were overflowing with pokemon. Surely over a hundred pokemon were in there. He opened the door and went outside, he saw Sparky peering through the truck window and he quickly opened the back and pushed the trays in.
"Wait here guys, oh right" He took the vial and fed it to Storm who immediately recovered.
"Powerfull stuff, now stay here, me and storm are gonna snatch some more." When Storm stepped outside he looked healthier than ever, he kinda looked like he was glowing.
Drake opened the door, but then he heard something behind him.
"Wart, Wartortle!" He spun around and saw a bigger version of storm.
"Wartortle eh? Cool!" He picked up his pokemon and ran inside. He only grabbed his first ten pokeballs when an alarm sounded.
"Oh crap, they noticed something" He ran outside and sat in the drivers seat. He had no idea how to drive a truck. To get to the entrance he drove 4 miles/hour, but that wasn't going to work now. He pushed down on the panels and went into the parking lot. Strangely all the people from before were getting into trucks and helicopters, with pokemon marching behind them.
He wondered what was up when he neared the gates. He shied behind the steering wheel and tried to act casual, but apparently the guards were letting anyone through. There was a whole chain of trucks behind him, and it looked like they were heading to frosty gorge.
"Oh crap" He pressed down on the pedal and swerved past a tree. His pokemon were yelling at him; this wasn't safe at all. They were off the road, Drake was just swerving around, pressing down the pedal. He looked at the meter.
"Holy ****, 90 miles/hour" He muttered as the truck shot through the snow, way ahead of the PSX trucks.
