Rocket's Fall by Ailennate
Part 3


[note: The rest of this fic will be written in the third person. I am
doing this because I figured out that I can write much better in third
person. Hey, the stuff I have in store for the like, 9 people who are
reading this is going to be better than the stuff that I had earlier. So
sit back, relax, pop open a six-pack (just dont get drunk on me and
puke), and enjoy the show!]

The smoke cleared.

Richard turned off his infrared vision and saw what had happened.
The distraction was death for the Rocket Elite. But he couldnt see Ash
for some reason. Everyone but Ash had met in the center around the
crate reloading their guns. Misty was the first to notice it. Wheres
Ash? Misty asked to no one, but got her answer when she saw Ash,
lying on the ground next to a Rocket Elite who was obviously dead
because his whole sinus cavity was caved in. Brock was gaping at the
damage that Ash had done. I knew Ash could deck somebody pretty
hard but I never thought he could crush somebodys skull! Brock
exclaimed. By that time everyone was looking at what had happened,
or at least Misty and Brock were, Richard and Miranda were working
on Ash, or at least making it so that they could move him on a
makeshift stretcher. Using the class AAA first aid and moderate
surgery classes that they had chosen to take to get their pokemon
licenses. Richard could tell this was not good. Aw, F***! Hes took
two shots from a .357 magnum at close range and I am surprised that
this kid still has a pulse. One to the leg in a major artery (Another
Thing that I learned about the human body from Karate!) and one to
the outer edge of the lung, Ash is in deep shit guys. Richard spat. He
then stood up, pulled his backpack off and started looking for
something to carry Ash out of here. when he found nothing he then
looked around him then set his eyes on one thing...
...the hovercrate that carried all of their weapons.



*********



Richard then quickly devised a plan in his head and then told Misty
and Brock what it was. So basically, what I want you to do is, when
we open that door is to run like hell towards the fire escape door
shooting like Rambo at the same time. Then, when you get to the fire
door, take only a five second rest, kick down the door and run like
hell with your guns holstered because you have only ten seconds to
get 20 feet away from the building before this building blows up, or at
least the part that were standing on. Richard said, And also, you
should unzip your sleeping bags and put them on the bottom of the
crate, that way the shaking wont bludgeon him to death. But what
about you and Miranda? Misty asked, Brock had already put his
sleeping bag on the bottom of the crate and all of the weapons were
in a pile. Well use my fold-up bike to jump in and hold all of the
weapons, well survive. Richard said, sounding as if he knew that this
would truly happen. Good luck. Misty said, Richard responded with
two victory signs in each hand with his arms in an x and his right eye
shut. Misty gave him a look that would have been translated into
what the f*** was that! if it were said, and put her sleeping bag over
Brocks. Richard and Miranda did the same thing before they hauled
Ash into the crate. Then Miranda and Richard loaded all of the
weapons into the large baskets that drooped over the rear wheel of
his bike. The bike was made of Titanium alloy and had full
suspension. When Richard and Miranda were finished, they both got
on the bike, Miranda on the cargo rack holding onto Richard, and
Misty and Brock were on either side of the crate, one armed with a
shotgun, and one armed with a pair of Uzis.
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Richard yelled at the
top of his lungs. Brock and Misty gave the crate a mighty push and
ran like hell, guns blazing.



*********


Meanwhile in Giovannis office, things were calmer.









GET THE PRISONERS INTO THE BASEMENT, NOWWWWWWWWW!!
(You are an asswipe if you thought that things were calm!!) A dark,
frightened man hollered. The man, Giovanni, then ran towards an
elevator, taking a humongus dump in his pants as he ran.


*********


Richard gripped the handlebars with an iron-hard grip in anticipation.
When he heard a door being kicked down, he hauled ass outta there!


*********


Misty and Brock were running for their lives when they got out the
door. They both saw a huge force of law enforcement about 20 feet
away from them and they ran towards them. Then they heard a small
explosion, suddenly rubble whizzed centimeters past them....


*********

Richard, already 3 quarters of the way to the basement entrance,
could feel the immense fear that his passenger, Miranda, had at that
precise moment. Suddenly, he could see a wall of fire coming towards
him. Searing heat burned his face. He could see that he had two
options: 1) keep going and make it into the basement, just as it was
sealed off and save both himself and Mirandas asses and live to get
their drivers licenses or 2) sacrifice themselves to the fire and be
incinerated. The second of which was out of the question for Richard,
who valued his own life. Hang on tight! Richard said as he popped a
wheelie and used his strength to make the bike jump into the air,
right over the basement entrance. The firewall was only centimeters
away. It was do-or be incinerated. Holy
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IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT! Richard hollered as he and
Miranda dropped like ten-ton weights to the basement floor. At
impact, they were thrown off the bike into the wall. They both got
their heads smacked into the wall. They both blacked out.



*********



Misty and Brock had made it into the hospital without any problems.
The doctors at Viridian General Hospital immediately and started
working on Ash. About three hours later, a doctor told them how Ash
was doing. Whoever stopped the bleeding from the gunshot wounds
did an excellent job. That probably saved his life. Hes awake, so you
can go see him now. The doctor said, motioning towards the door
where Ash was. The two of them including Pinkachu, rushed to the
door.


*********

Richard was the first to regain conciousness. He immediately turned
the fold-up bike into a crate that was similar to the hovering one that
Ash, Misty, and Brock escaped the gym with. He the took all of the
guns that were now in a heap on the floor and put them in the crate
except for four handguns from which he pulled out the clips and put
them in the 9mm that he carried his pokemon in. He woke up Miranda
and gave her a gun. Where are we? Miranda asked, rubbing her
head. In the basement. Richard said, offering his hand to help her
up. They both suddenly heard fingers punching in keys into a keypad.
F**k! They know were here. Get behind the crate! Richard
exclaimed and then dove behind the crate with Miranda...


*********


Meanwhile, inside the CIA van outside TR HQ....

Dave, I dont know what to tell you but the infrared satellite is
indicating that there is another base underground. Knowing your son,
he probably dove down there before the ground floor blew up. A man
at a computer console said to another man who was looking at some
maps. Then those goddamn weasels just got themselves a war!
Dave said, grinning, and now looking at a live satellite feed of the
underground base. Get me the Pentagon, Jack. Dave said reaching
for the headset that Jack was handing him. Immediately a mans face
appeared on the screen replacing the satellite feed.

[Phone conversation between Dave and the Delta-Force leader]

Dave: General, we have a problem.
DFL: What kind of a problem?
Dave: A hostage situation that TR has us in.
DFL: How bad is it?
Dave: There are about 50 PTs (pokemon trainers) held captive in that
building.
Dave moves his body out of the way of the phone to show the general
the building.
DFL: You mean underground?
Dave: Yes, General. And I need ALL of Delta Force to get here and
take care of the problem before TR kills all of the PTs and my son. I
know he has probably escaped by now but he cant handle this by
himself.
DFL: I agree. Theyll be here in 5 minutes, and over there in 3 hours.
[End conversation]

*********

5 minutes later at the Pentagon in Washington D.C.

About 30 men, fully armed and in battle-armor were sitting in a
briefing room anxiously awaiting their orders, when the general
walked into the room. Boys, we have a serious problem in the
Pokemon Islands, the general said in his light southern accent. He
then walked over to a screen and brought up a satellite photo of the
rocket compound, 50 P.T.s are being held here for unknown reasons.
The C.I.A. team that is there has informed us that these five P.T.s-
The general then punched in a few keys and five pictures, one each of
Ash, Misty, Brock, Richard, and Miranda, showed up on the
screen-have escaped their captors and killed at least 30 rockets, 20 of
em being those bastard elites, These three-the general pointed to
Ash, Misty, and Brocks photos-have escaped the compound so you
dont have to worry about them, but these two are still in there. So
these are your objectives. First, you must locate the two escaped
hostages and get them out of there, second, you must locate the
other 45 hostages and escape with them and whatever items that TR
has confiscated via the ten choppers that are in the compound
because all other escape routes will be heavily defended and civilian
casualties are not going to be tolerated. That is what you have to do.
Happy Hunting.

Meanwhile back in the compound...
Butch, Cassidy, and raticate stood in the doorway, searching for
Richard and Miranda with their flashlights. Come out, come out
wherever you are so ya can get an ass whuppin! Butch said. Richard
was angered. Butch the biatch had the stupidity to think that he, a
person whose hand-to-hand combat ability was that of a street thugs,
could even THINK of beating up Richard, who had the hand-to-hand
combat ability of a U.S. Navy S.E.A.L (A seal can kill someone at least
5 ways with their bare hands), a Green Beret, a spec. ops. marine,
and dozens of others. Richard, holstered his 9mm, winked at Miranda,
then front-flipped in front of the crate, immediately catching the
attention of the three rockets. Miranda wasnt going to sit around and
watch Richard die. She could see something he couldnt: the AK-47s
that Butch and Cassidy were reaching for at that very moment. She
backflipped and landed behind the three rockets. Immediately, Butch
and Cassidy forgot about Richard, whirled around AK-47s drawn.
Richard pulled out his gun and shot 5 times hitting both Butch and
Cassidy in the legs, immobilizing them. Miranda took away their
weapons. Richard walked up to Butch F**k you, ASSHOLE. Butch
said as he pulled out a .357 magnum and pointed it at Richards face.
Richard was unfazed by this move, since there were no bullets in the
chamber. Youre still a biatch. Richard said. Then, with
lightning-quick speed he grabbed the gun by the barrel and
pistol-whipped Butch in the head. Butch instantly blacked out from
the blow to the head. They then walked down the hall, more alert
than ever.

*********

Meanwhile, back at the hospital....
Misty, Brock, and Pinkachu were allowed to stay with Ash until he was
discharged. But, the hospital would prove to be no safe haven for our
heroes. On the roof, a team of 40 spec. ops. rocket elite began to
rappell down the 4-level building leaving 10 men on each floor. A
similar occurrence took place all over Viridian city. In front of city hall
the Pokemon Island flag waved in the night sky in its own proud,
patriotic way, oblivious to its fate. A rocket, gleefully lowered the flag
and tossed it to his scyther who shredded it to pieces. After laughing
his head off at his scyther, he raised the TR flag. And the area where
the cops were, was surrounded by 20 M1A1 Abrams tanks.


*********


Meanwhile, at the AFB that Delta Force was...
Instead of the C-130 they expected to see in front of them, the Delta
Force team stood in front of a large, white, godzilla of a jet, bristling
with domed gun turrets everywhere. But, remembering that time was
of the essence, they rushed into the plane.

*********

The team immediately strapped on their parachutes and clicked off
the safetys on their guns. Immediately they felt the blast and
kickback of the jet engines as it vertically rose out of the hangar into
the air. Then, as if it were in a stall it stood, silent, then three loud
sonic booms were heard, each one progressively louder than the last,
and the gunship shot off at 3 times the speed of sound.

*********

Only 20 minutes later, the plane slowed down and dropped altitude
10,000 feet, to the maximum altitude that Delta Force could be
dropped. Circular panels all over the plane slid back into the planes
titanium hull to reveal domed gun turrets. On the jets, engine shrouds
enveloped around them, making them silent and making the plane
able to easily avoid heat-seeking missiles. As the plane moved closer
to Viridian city, TRs forces occupying Viridian city were only a minute
away from doom.

*********

Richard and Miranda stood at the end of the hall. In front of them was
a heavy steel door with a name plate on it that said:
HEAVY WEAPONS ROOM
To their left was a metal staircase going down. Before we go down
there we are gonna need better weapons. Richard said. Richard then
examined the door and all around it. The door was only locked by a
combination code. Dragonite, go! Richard said, shooting Dragonite
out of the gun. Dragonite, use your hyper-beam on that door while
you ram it. Richard said. Dragonite! Dragonite lowered its head. Its
horn lit up and a beam of pure dragon energy shot out of it and
blasted the door with tremendous force. But the door did not budge.
Dragonite then started running towards the door. He rammed it and
sent the door flying into a wall. Dragonite, return! Richard recalled
dragonite. Richard and Miranda rushed in. Richard went glassy eyed
the minute they went into the room. Look at all the pretty weapons.
uhhhhhhhhhhh. Were definitely gonna tear some shit up today.
Richard said, slobbering as if he were looking at a supermodel.
Miranda pulled out her mallet and whacked him three or times off the
head. Richard hit the floor hard then quickly got up.

*********

Meanwhile outside...
Lock n load boys! A man said. Immediately, the other 29 delta force
team members loaded up their weapons and checked the lasersights.
Meanwhile on the ground...
A rocket walked out of his post, in a SAM site to go get coffee. It was
midnight (note: I have no f**kin clue as to why I speed up time),
and the rocket felt tired as hell wishing that hed be off post soon. But
suddenly, as he walked to the MCP (Mobile Command Post), he heard
the faint sound of a jet fly over.


(The action begins!!)
Meanwhile, underground...
Richard strapped the last weapon in the room to his backpack, or at
least the ammo pack. He then picked up the minigun. Now this is
what I call problem solving! heh heh heh. Richard snickered in joy
over the weapon that he now held in his hands. Now are we ready to
go down? Miranda asked, sarcastically.

Above ground........
Holy shit! The Rocket said as he looked up to see a giant plane
soaring above his head. He then ran back to his post at the SAM site.
When he entered the site. He went nuts. Callie! Theres an 80-foot
bird right over our friggin heads! And its got two huge American flags
under each wing! The Rocket said, now finished with his rant.
SHIIIIIIIIT! Youre right! Lets blow th--ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The
rocket was interrupted as the whole SAM site was riddled with heavy
machine guns. Both rockets were instantly killed. The same thing
happened all over the city. Any rocket, above ground, was cannon
fodder for the giant gunship.

Inside the plane......
Alright, drop maj. Molloy and his troops NOW!!!!!! The pilot said.
Inside the cargo hold, Delta force was all riled up. Drop in
3....2....1....GOOOOOOOOOOO! Immediately after Major Molloy said
those words, the floor below him and his troops opened up and their
seats quickly slid into the wall. They dropped out from under the
plane and fell for about 20 feet before deploying their parachutes.
This is medieval man to fodder boy, fodder boy do you read? A
mans voice crackled over Maj. Molloys headset. This is fodder boy,
whats up? Maj. Molloy said. Sir, I just looked through my scope and
all the entranceways are blocked off, Im gonna blast em with the
grenade launcher. Medieval man said. Im okay with it. Maj. Molloy
said, Boys, were doin a dive. Break up into groups of five and pick
an entranceway. When you see your entranceway blow up, make a
beeline for it and cut your chute away right over the entrance. Do it
now. Immediately, the 30 men and women broke up into lines of
five, except for Maj. Molloys group, who had only four people.
Medieval man fired six grenades then got in the back of Maj. Molloys
group just as the whole group dove for the same escape hatch that
Richard and Miranda had escaped to.

*********

Richard and Miranda were scoping out the laboratory. No one was
there but Richard could not keep his nose from cringing at the smell
in the air of weed, cocaine and acid. He then saw a scientist walk out
of a small office laughing, clearly stoned. He had an MP5 machine gun
in one hand, and a heroine shot in the other. Give me the sniper
rifle. Richard said, reaching out for it. Miranda pulled out one from
the crate and Richard took it. He closed one eye, put his other eye in
the scope. He could see a red dot in the middle of the scope. Richard
centered the red dot on the scientists temple, and fired. He got got a
clean shot to the head, sending the scientist into the wall splattering
blood and brains all over the wall. Richard then strapped the minigun
back on. Were gonna go into the office, waste the guys in there and
take any pokemon, guns and gear that they have or stole from the
trainers. Richard said. They rushed down to the door. Richard opened
fire on the door. Destroying it and slaughtering anyone in the room
and also emptying the previously used minigun. Only problem with
these things is that it takes five people to reload em. Richard spat
and threw down the minigun. He took out his own gun and attached a
silencer to it and took a heavy machine gun out and holstered it.
Richard and Miranda went into the office. They looked around, seeing
that everyone was dead. Richard kicked down the other door to find
Greg and Jenna unconscious on the floor next to two empty carts, one
half full cart full of poke balls, and one cart full of ammo and guns.
Dude, wake up. Richard said to greg, while shaking him. Jenna, get
up. Miranda said shaking her. Greg finally got up and so did Jenna.
Vat zee hell happened? Jenna asked. Richard then explained. Shit,
man. Greg said, Youre not- Hell yeah. Richard said, stealing the
words right out of Gregs mouth. Miranda walked over to the door at
the back of the office. She kicked it down. Inside she found an
incinerator turned on and ready to euthanize any unlucky pokemon in
its pokeball that TR thought weak and unusuable, painfully. She tried
to shake off the thought when suddenly a noise similar to a footstep
made her whip her AK-47 to the right. It was a Pikachu that was
trying to get out of its cell