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Jared with the power of PowerPlay
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Date Posted: 16:31:15 01/20/02 Sun
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FJP
's message, "Mist And Christina" on 14:41:06 12/01/01 Sat
Pushing open a door, he looked around at the trainers there. He noted nothing of interest, and continued on until he got to a small office. Someone was in front of the door and he nodded amiably to them, stopping.
“Is Mr. Fikai in today?”
The person nodded, gesturing to the door. “He’s always around when a show’s on. D’you want me to tell him you’re here?”
Jared shook his head, “He knows I’m coming. Actually, he’s been expecting me for a while now.”
He grinned, and the other guy started looking nervous. “Who are you? I don’t believe I’ve seen you around here before, and I have a pretty good memory…” Looking Jared over, he noticed the Pokéball pouch. “Are you a breeder?” As Jared shook his head, he tried another guess. “A trainer?”
Jared considered this. “Of a sort…That’s not why I’m here right now though.”
At the guy’s confused look, he added, “I’m looking over a few youngsters. They may be a bit eager, and I’m here to make sure they don’t get into any trouble.”
The guy grinned, his confusion clearing. “Ah, a chaperone of types. Well, if that’s what you’re here about, go right on in. I’m sure Mr. Fikai won’t mind. He’s got paperwork to look over, as usual, but nothing that he won’t welcome an interruption for.”
Before Jared could enter, though, a male trainer ran up, considerably out of breath. “Mike, help, there’s a Charmeleon attacking a young girl out there. The trainer says that he’s usually well behaved, unless another person wishes ill against him.”
Jared looked at him sharply, knowing instinctively that this was one of the Rocket Trainees. He didn’t have long to react, though, before another trainer ran up, panicking. “Someone’s stolen my Pokemon! They said they’d bring them back, but they haven’t, and I saw them again around the storerooms! Call the police!”
While Mike was trying to sort out everything, he didn’t notice Jared slip quietly into the office. Mr. Fikai looked up from the papers he was sorting, eyes widening noticeably as he recognised the tall male. He tried to calm down, but his voice wavered as he greeted Jared.
“He-Hello, Mr. Pagan. What business do you have here today?”
Jared cut off any other formalities with a sweep of his hand. “You know why I’m here. Someone’s been leaking information. We’ve traced it down to you. We had a deal, remember? You keep your mouth shut, you stay alive. I’m afraid you haven’t lived up to your side of the bargain.”
Mr. Fikai was scared by now. “I…haven’t told anyone anything, Mr. Pagan. I swear!”
“Then why are the police getting so close to discovering one of our city hideouts? This city’s hideout? You’re the only person that knows, Mr. Fikai. Our people have been watching you.”
With a sigh, Mr. Fikai reached for a gun that he kept in his top drawer. Jared was quicker. With a lightning quick move he was suddenly behind Mr. Fikai, and holding a knife against his throat. “See, I knew it was you. And that just proved it. Drop the gun.”
Dropping the gun, Mr. Fikai figured he had nothing left to lose and grabbed for the knife. He ended up with his throat slit, blood spattering onto the desk. With a gurgle, he collapsed onto the paper-covered desk, the blood quickly covering the paper and staining it red. Jared wiped his knife clean on an unstained part of clothing, and quietly left the office.
The alarm was raised when Mike returned to the office about two minutes after to make the phone call. Soon the wail of sirens could be heard in the distance.
Jared was proved right about his hunch as he saw Mist still trying to dodge the Charmeleon. Calling up Cloyster, he commanded it to attack. Within seconds, the Charmeleon was wet and upset. The trainer recalled it, apologizing to Mist. She pressed a Pokéball into her hand. “I know it isn’t much, but it’s better than nothing.
Jared gestured for her to get out of there before the police arrived, and then walked casually off, gesturing the same to the other Trainees, to meet him back at HQ. He knew they wouldn’t be followed, the murder was getting too much fuss.
((Just meet back at TRHQ. Jared'll be there and tell you to relax, then leave. He wants to go watch the bitch-queen tournament of the century.))
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