Chapter 5

                              Old "Friends"

 

Behind the glass counter was a mini-office, a typical little cluttered working 
ground with papers everywhere. Kenta searched around the corners of the room, 
while Dratini searched through the desks and inspected the cracks. "If this 
place does what it should, the supply of rare Poke'Mon that are shipped here 
ought to be close by," said Kenta. He put his ear to the floorboards and began 
knocking on them, testing to find a hollow spot.

But there was nothing anywhere, and Dratini couldn't seem to find any switch on 
the desks. Kenta looked through the paperwork on the desk, seeing if he could 
find anything useful. "Junk . . . junk . . . bills . . . lots of contracts and 
signatures here . . . hello, what's this?" Kenta pulled a paper out of the rest 
of the mess, and looked at it closely. It read 'Poke'Mon and Gambling! Try your 
luck at the Celadon Game Corner today!' It appeared to be a poster flier of some 
sort, with a picture of a happy, rich-looking man in a top hat sitting on a 
golden chair. Beside him was a Starmie, and on the other side was a Porygon.

"This is a load of tosh. It's all just advertisements!" Kenta read a few names 
at the bottom of the page, and tried to brush a piece of black dirt off the 
bottom. But when it wouldn't come off, he peered closer at it. "Hey . . . 
Dratini, come look at this!" As Dratini leaned over Kenta's shoulder from the 
desktop, Kenta held up the page. "It's an 'R' . . ."

* "Surrender now, or prepare to fight!" *

"A very FAMILIAR-looking R!" Kenta looked up, and the paper crunched in his 
hand. "So! Team Rocket does have a secret operation from underneath the game 
corner! Somehow, I've got this feeling that someone's told me this before . . ."

*Flashback* Kenta's eyes popped wide open for a moment. "There's a secret Rocket 
hideout under the Game Corner!" he suddenly yelled out, startling a few 
pedestrians who were feeding Pidgey close by. Krista jumped and clapped her hand 
over Kenta's mouth. "Idiot!" she hissed. "Do you want to expose the truth, that 
I have a crazy dumb-dumb for a brother?"

"What are you talking about, Kenta?" asked Rick, quickly and quietly. He made a 
quick glance back at the Pidgey-feeders, they turned back to their business and 
seemed to be pretending they hadn't heard anything. Kenta shook his head. "What? 
Did I say something?" he asked, confused. Krista and Rick looked at each other. 
"He forgot."

"Forgot something? . . . . . ." *End flashback*

"That was ME?" asked Kenta to Dratini. His Poke'Mon nodded in confirmation. 
Kenta blinked, and found that he was staring off into space. "That's weird. 
Where'd I ever hear about that before?"

He shook his head, as if trying to clear it out. "Forget that! We need to find 
this 'secret base' in the Game Corner and storm it!"

BAM. The doors to the Game Corner were thrown open, and Kenta walked in quickly. 
He stared straight ahead, to avoid eye contact with all the staring guests. 
Dratini looked around nervously, then whispered in Kenta's ear.

"Dra, drati tini?" Um . . . don't you think you opened that door a little hard? 
We're trying to blend in.

"I'm sorry . . . just nervous, that's all. I'm as anxious as you are about 
fighting Team Rocket." Kenta finally made his way through the line of slot 
machines, stopping only when he reached the desk in the back of the room. A man 
with neatly combed hair and a thin, twisty moustache leaned over the counter and 
down at him. "Are you lost, boy?"

"Me?" Kenta pointed to himself innocently, quickly pushing Dratini's head down 
and out of view. "No, I just wanted to have a look at . . . er . . ." He looked 
around, and caught sight of it. A poster with the rich man sitting on the gold 
chair, with the two Poke'Mon next to him. "That poster over there! Thank you, 
bye-bye now!"

Kenta hurried up to the poster, and poked at it with his finger. "Nobody's 
looking, right? Now where on this poster could there be any sort of secret 
device?" He knocked on the poster, but it just made some sort of slapping sound 
against the wall. Dratini sniffed around the bottom part of the poster where it 
could reach, and the little dragon's snout bumped up against a certain part 
around the names that gave way. "What??" Kenta looked down, then slapped his 
forehead. "Of course! That's where the 'R' symbol was on the other paper! Duh!"

A slight clunking sound was heard. From behind a high row of gambling machines, 
where a trash can had once sat, there was now a piece of floor opening. The 
carpet gave way perfectly at the point, not showing the least sign of anything 
having been there before. Kenta stared at the hole in the floor, where gray 
stairs led deeper into the depths of the basement. "Wow. Pretty snea-ky!" He 
looked around to make sure that nobody had seen what he'd seen, then quickly 
ducked down the stairs. Even though his common sense was urging him to just call 
the cops and let them deal with it, his conscience was tugging him down, to take 
care of the matter himself. This was different. This was personal.

It was very dark as Kenta reached the bottom of the stairs, and he had to feel 
his way around on the walls. They didn't feel at all like the typical walls of a 
dirty basement, these walls were smooth and clean. Ahead, two glowing green 
lights could be seen dimly in the blackness, and Kenta made his way towards 
them. "Boy, Rick would hate it in here, wouldn't he, Dratini?"

"Drati."

As he got there, Kenta took a close look at the glowing lights. The one on top 
spelled out the word "elevator". The smaller one on the bottom was an arrow 
pointing down. "It must lead deeper into the basement. Those Rockets sure were 
confident to not require a key, they must think their hiding place is 
unspottable." whispered Kenta. "Let's see if it works . . ."

He pressed the down arrow button, and a rumbling in the distance could be heard. 
It got louder, then the doors gave a bing! It sounded very loud, since the 
surroundings were so quiet, and Kenta jumped at the noise. Looking into the 
gigantic elevator, he took a deep breath.

"This is it. No turning back now." Kenta stepped inside, and pressed the button 
to the first floor down below. "The hostage Poke'Mon ought to be somewhere 
closer to the surface, for the Prize Corner's convenience. Think so, Dratini?"

Dratini was too nervous to answer. The doors closed, and the huge elevator 
lurched downwards. Kenta didn't feel so good as the tension built, as if he'd 
left his stomach back on the top floor. This was something different . . . he 
was deep in enemy territory, and hadn't told anyone about what he was on to. If 
the Rockets were to overpower him . . . he'd have disappeared from the face of 
the earth. It was a frightening thought, and Kenta gripped the folds of his 
jacket hard as he heard the dinging sound of the elevator reach the second floor 
down. The doors slid slowly open, and light poured into the elevator. Kenta 
reached behind him and kept a firm hold on his boomerang, stepping slowly out 
and into the corridor. Hmm. Nobody home. Is this an ambush, waiting to happen?

Crates were stacked all around, but there appeared to be nobody in the corridor. 
Still keeping his guard up, Kenta made his way down the hall, keeping an eye out 
for any sudden movements.

But the first sudden movement was made by Dratini. Its webbed ears perked up all 
of a sudden, and Dratini let out a squeak and stared straight ahead. Kenta 
looked on his shoulder. "What? You hear something?"

"Dra, drati!"

The end of the hall came in sight, it appeared to be a heavy door with a 
paddlock system on it. Kenta dashed up to it, then stared at the numbers. " . . 
. . this requires a multi-diget number!" he cried angrily. "But we don't have 
time for that. Dratini, are there any Poke'Mon back there?"

Dratini shrilled again, calling out to the other side of the door. A second's 
silence followed, then a high squeak issued from the room behind the door. 
Kenta's heart revved up. "There are Poke'Mon back there! Come on, we've gotta 
get past this door." Kenta looked at it, up and down. "Seems solid," he 
muttered. "Dratini, do you think that your flame is hot enough to handle this?"

The blue dragon-serpent nodded, and inhaled deeply. Leaping off Kenta's 
shoulder, Dratini looped its body into the shape of a swirl, then breathed a 
very powerful whirling flame.

"Fire Tornado! Been a while since I last saw that one," said Kenta, smiling. As 
Dratini continued to melt away at the door, the sides began to drip, and soon 
the whole frame collapsed to the ground in an oozing puddle of steel. As soon as 
it was cool enough to risk jumping the metal and into the next room, Kenta 
crouched and leaped, Dratini back on his shoulder. "You know, that dragon hide 
of yours is really tough. I don't know how you can stand all that heat," he said 
as they landed.

It was dim in the room, but Kenta could make out cages surrounding the place. It 
seemed almost like a storehouse, with crates and bars everywhere. The Poke'Mon 
that had squeaked out jumped around wildly in its cage, apparently overjoyed to 
see someone other than a Rocket with an electric prod or something in his hand. 
As Dratini let go a little bit of Dragonbreath in the Poke'Mon's direction, it 
lit up to be-

"A Kangaskhan baby!" whispered Kenta in disbelief. His face tightened. "This is 
inhuman . . . they had the nerve to actually separate a Kangaskhan parent from 
its child!" Grabbing the bars of the young one's cage, Kenta let his anger build 
by looking at the shivering infant. And with his fury came great adrenaline, and 
a power strong enough to twist the bars. They groaned as they were wrenched 
apart, and Dratini stared with big eyes at its trainer's unbelieveable strength 
for his age. Then again, of course, the cage wasn't quite as strong as it needed 
to be, since it was only holding a young Poke'Mon captive.

As the tiny Poke'Mon youth gave a whoop of freedom, all the other caged Poke'Mon 
began to act up. Kenta dropped to the floor, his arms exhausted, as he could 
hear the prisoners calling out to him, their rescuer. Dratini came up to Kenta, 
remarking about all the cages still full of Poke'Mon wanting out.

"Drati tini dra! Dratini." They all want out, but you can't bend open every 
cage! What do we do?

"Good question." Kenta could hear cries from all around, traslated to something 
like-

"Save me!"

"That's not a Rocket! He's a good guy!"

"Let me out next!"

"Help us! Rescuer!"

"Hey, I remember that Dratini!"

At this last call, Dratini perked up and turned to look into the cage. Inside 
were two familiar-looking Dratini, the ones that had first bent over him when he 
had revived from under the Safari Zone lake!

*Flashback* Dratini stirred groggily. It felt very weak and strange, and could 
see nothing but darkness. As it slowly regained consciousness, Dratini made out 
blurry figures in its poor vision. There were three of them, and they were blue 
with white . . . muzzles? Wait a minute . . . As Dratini's bad vision started 
improving, it saw that these figures were Poke'Mon, none other than Dratini, 
like itself.

The Poke'Mon started communicating, and the dialect was something like this: I 
think he's coming around. "said" one wild Dratini. Kenta's Dratini blinked and 
sat up against an under-water rock, staring at the three wild Dratini. We'd best 
not surround the newcomer. said one wild Dratini to another. The two nodded and 
swam off, leaving Dratini alone with the girl Dratini that saved it. *End 
Flashback*

"Drati, drati dratini!" They're from the Safari Zone's Dratini Lake! I'll take 
this one personally. Dratini slipped over to the caged Dratini, and using its 
fire breath, melted the lock. As the door swung open, the two Dratini tackled 
Kenta's Dratini in a wrapping hug.

Hi there, peacekeeper! How have you been?

Thanks for the help! Boy, have you ever gotten stronger!

Kenta's Dratini laughed, happy to meet old friends again. Happy you guys 
remember me, but we've got work to do! My friend Kenta found the secret entrance 
to this dump, how did you ever get captured by those blasted Rockets?

Tell you later. Look, check out how strong we've gotten as well! Concentrating, 
the two Safari Lake Dratini let out a double Dragonbreath, and aimed at another 
cage containing a Scyther with both blades tied behind its back. As the cage 
bars melted away, the Scyther barked its thanks and hopped to the floor. The 
baby Kangaskhan waddled up to the Scyther's bindings and bit the ropes apart, 
freeing the mantis Poke'Mon entirely. "Say . . ." Kenta looked at the freed 
Poke'Mon. Two Dratini, a Kangaskhan toddler, and a Scyther were now free. And of 
course, his Dratini was ready to help out. The more Poke'Mon freed, the more 
help they could be. And two Scyther were better than one!

"Scyther!" Kenta released his own bug warrior, and Scyther appeared in a low 
stance on the hard floor, ready. "Scyther, we need you to help the rescue 
mission," ordered Kenta. "Think you can break those cages open with your Slash 
attack?"

Scyther looked at him as if to ask if he were joking, then leaped at a 
Sandshrew's cage and swiped so fast that its claw was out to the side before the 
bars clanged and collapsed. Kenta sweated. "Uh . . . weren't you even a bit 
worried about accidentally halving that little guy in the cage?"

The Sandshew jumped out, still looking relieved. Kenta motioned around the room 
to the other cages. "Doing excellent! Keep up the p-"

"HEY!!"

The sudden yell from behind shocked Kenta so much that he half-jumped, half-
twisted, causing him to nearly fall on the floor. Staring over at where the 
shout had come from, Kenta spotted three objects, standing it the melted 
doorway. Dratini came up from behind Kenta's leg, and yelped as it recognized 
the people.

"Hey!" growled the guy in the middle again. He stepped forward. "Who are you? 
What do you think you're doing here, you clown??"

The shorter boy behind him clicked on the light switch that Kenta hadn't seen, 
and he was blinded for a moment at the sudden flash of light. But he quickly 
adjusted, and looked at the three Rocket boys. They seemed so familiar . . . and 
then it hit him. And as Dratini peeked out from behind Kenta's leg, the boys' 
minds snapped too.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" both sides screamed, pointing at each other. "It's YOU!"

*Flashback* "There is," said Krista, pointing to a small bridge a little further 
upstream. Kenta ran ahead, but stopped abruptly at the edge of the bridge. A 
greasy-haired teenage boy blocked the entrance, an unpleasant sneer on his face. 
He wore black glasses and smoked a cigarette. Kenta gulped and backed away 
slowly. "Well, well," said the boy with a voice of fake friendliness. "What have 
we here? Heh, I was gettin' bored." He cracked his knuckles, and advanced toward 
Kenta. Rick, Krista, and Dratini caught up with Kenta, and noticed the kid. 
"Kenta, what-? . . . ! Holy shoot, what is going on here?"

"This is our private bridge," snarled the teen dangerously. "Beat it, or I'll 
show you what I mean by 'we', you br-" POW! Before the nasty kid could finish, 
Krista slapped him heavily across the face, knocking off his dark glasses. "How 
dare you! You've got a lot of nerve, you greasy-haired no-good rotten little bag 
of scum!"

"Dra . . . TIIIII!"

"Yaaaaaghhhh!!"

Dratini hit the bully head-on with an overpowering charge of electrical energy. 
He got up slowly, then gave a sharp whistle. Two bigger boys jumped out of 
nowhere, and instantly stood by his side. One wore a hat with a strange symbol 
on it, and the other had a ripped muscle shirt and spiked hair. The trio glared 
down at the quadruplet. "Listen, boy," ground the big boy with the hat at Kenta. 
"If you want to cross, you'll deal with us first. One-on-one Poke'Mon battle. If 
you win, we'll give up what little stuff we have and let ya pass. If we win, you 
fork over all yer cash, and get lost!"

*Flashback, later . . .*

The oldest teen with the hat stopped Kenta and Dratini. "You know kid," he said 
with sincere honestness, "You and your Poke'Mon have, well, something that 
stumped me. With your power, uh . . ." Kenta and Dratini waited.

The boy then said something that made Kenta jump. "Would you like to join Team 
Rocket?"

"What?!"

"Dratini?!"

"All me an' my pals are coming! Wanna join up?" Kenta was flabbergasted. These 
weird gangsters were really something bad. "I would never go with you or Team 
Rocket! They already tried to steal my Dratini twice now, but they've failed 
miserably both times. Besides, that rotten gang is nothing more than a loser 
squad. I'll join you on the day I trade Dratini for a crayon."

The bad boy scowled and rolled up his sleeves. "Why I oughta . . . 
YAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!!"

Dratini had jumped up and shocked him heavily. He stood fried for a moment, then 
he and his gang got the hint. They ran off as fast as they could, shouting, 
"Just wait 'till the boss rocket hears about this!"

"Shrimps!" *End flashback*

Kenta smiled, recalling the memory. In front of him stood the same three losers, 
the guy who'd now ripped his own uniform sleeves so that his muscles still 
showed, the other mug with the weird hat, who now also had a slightly squashed-
looking nose, and of course, the big nasty leader. Same black glasses, and he 
smelled like smoke. "Yeah, it's been a while, hasn't it?" he asked, casually. 
"You guys haven't changed much. I see you've made it to Team Rocket, though."

The leader guffawed for a second, scratching the back of his head as if he'd 
just recieved a flattering comment. "Heh, yeah, I know. It's so cool, isn't it?"

Looking behind him at the many, many stacked cages still with Poke'Mon waiting 
to be freed in them, Kenta's mood turned from light to angry. "Well, if you 
could call this cruelty 'cool'. Think you're bad now, imprisoning helpless 
babies?"

The guy with the ripped muscle uniform snarled, leering at Kenta. "Don't dis 
Team Rocket, punk."

"Why?" challenged Kenta. "Because it's true? Or because you want to avoid a 
reason to fight me?" He picked up Dratini, who growled at them. "You do remember 
what happened last time, right?"

The gangsters remembered, all right. And they were sick of this kid looking down 
on them. "We've gotten better, dork!" roared the leader, then choked from his 
sudden outburst and began coughing. ("He's gotten more intoxicated as well,") 
said Kenta quietly to Dratini. ("All that smoking is messing up his 
aggression.")

"We'll *cough* smash you, punks!" snapped the recovering teen, flinging a 
Poke'Ball. "Magneton, come and destroy!" The ball burst open on the floor, and 
from within formed a three-eyed magnet Poke'Mon. It was made of steel, but 
looked more like it was made of rust. And all three eyes were half-closed, as if 
the Magneton was experiencing a bad down time of the flu.

Kenta stared at the magnet Poke'Mon without blinking, then rubbed his eyes, 
making sure he was seeing correctly. It was completely beat-up! There were dents 
everywhere on it, and its floating seemed rocky. He'd never seen a Magneton in 
such bad shape, not even in the textbooks he'd read for school, in "Poke'Mon 
Caretaking" class! "My god! What have you put that poor thing through??" To the 
gangster's surprise, Kenta ran straight up to the Magneton, and carefully 
grabbed hold of its magnets. "Mag . . . ne . . . ton . . ." it groaned, shakily. 
"You need some WD 40 or something!" said Kenta, panicking. "Rust on a steel-type 
is like measles on people! How are you still staying together?" Reaching into 
his backpack, Kenta felt around for the medicine he always kept in case of 
emergency, then stopped as he remembered. "Oh, no . . . that's right, I used it 
on that Bellsprout . . ."

"What's he think he's doing?" snapped the gangster with the squashed nose. "I 
dunno, but he's touching your Poke'Mon. Tell it to zap him!" said the other goon 
with the muscles. "Right!" growled the leader. "Magneton, I command you to use 
Thunder on him now!"

Kenta flinched as he tried to pull away, but the electricity was making his 
hands stuck to the magnets. However, the jolt was nowhere near as bad as he 
thought it would be. Magneton hit him with enough voltage to make a decent 
Thundershock attack, and nothing more. The shock ended with Kenta's hair on end, 
and his heart pumping at an unusually fast rate . . . but other than that, he 
wasn't hurt too badly. "That . . . was Thunder?" asked Kenta, shaking off the 
charge. The three gangsters gasped. "No way! He's still conscious?!"

The Magneton fell to the ground with a loud clang. Even after expending so 
little electrical energy, it seemed exhausted. Kenta looked down at the floor, 
shaking his head, looking sad. "It may be part machine, but it's still a 
Poke'Mon, you know . . ." Looking up, the sadness in his eyes was replaced by a 
burning rage, Kenta's fury at an unusually high peak. "I don't know who to pity 
worse . . . the Poke'Mon stuffed back there in those tiny cages, or the half-
dead ones locked in your Poke'Balls!" he said quietly, but dangerously. "Your 
Magneton was probably better off as a Magnemite when I first fought it, at least 
it was healthier then!"

"You idiot!" The head gangster kicked his Magneton. "My Poke'Mon is strong, 
don't you be telling me how to raise it! You're okay, aren't you, Magneton?" he 
asked, though it sounded more like a demand. All he got for a response was a low 
buzz on the ground, and a feeble attempt to rise before dropping back down with 
another clunk! "Worthless piece of scrap metal!" As the lead gangster recalled 
his sick Poke'Mon, his face twisted in a nasty sneer, his two minions pulled out 
their own Poke'Balls. Kenta backed away slightly, as they advanced toward him.

"No need for more Rocket backup, we'll get the punk for his insults. Go, Muk!"

"Electrode! Kick the little freak's butt good for us!"

Flash! Flash! What looked like a puddle of slime, and a deflated beach ball with 
eyes, appeared on the floor next to each other. The Muk didn't look well, 
probably in as bad a condition as Magneton. And the Electrode had more cracks in 
its frame than an Exeggcute. It had obviously been through more than it could 
handle. However, the gangsters didn't seem to notice. They looked quite proud of 
themselves. "Not so confident now, are ya, Dratini boy? While you still have 
that midget excuse-for-a-dragon baby, we've evolved our Poke'Mon! We're a whole 
lot better than before, and it's time for you to pay for messing with Team 
Rocket!"

The Electrode groaned weakly, rolling itself forward and yelping in pain each 
time its weight was on a crack in its body. The Muk also dragged itself forward 
with one slimy arm, it seemed to be putting all its effort into just moving. 
Kenta again changed from angry to pitying, watching the beaten Poke'Mon suffer 
to keep carrying out their slave drivers' orders. "How could you do this to 
them??" he cried out. "Can't you see they're sick?!"

This caused great humor amongst the gangsters, who laughed and slapped their 
knees. "Sick? SICK?? Ha, haaa! How can a Muk possibly get sick? Oh, that's a 
good one!"

"It's no laughing matter." Kenta reached over his back and pulled out his giant 
weapon, the grand boomerang. His face was set, pale with horror, but tight with 
disgust. The trio of Rockets stopped laughing as they caught sight of the 
boomerang, wondering whether the twelve-year-old kid in front of them was 
actually serious about throwing it. "Are you threatening us?" asked the leader 
in the dark glasses, stepping forward slowly.

"No, I'm DELIVERING JUDGEMENT!" With a great heave, Kenta whipped the boomerang 
spinning out of his hand, and straight at the gangsters' heads. They gasped and 
barely ducked on time, and the boomerang actually grazed the black caps off 
their heads as it whirled over them. Then it turned and headed back towards 
Kenta, who caught it between both hands as it arrived.

The gangsters got back up again, smirking. "Ha! You missed!" laughed the leader, 
more in relief than anything. But he stopped laughing as he felt something slip 
off the top of his head. His hat? No, it was gone already. Feeling the top of 
his head, he realized what had really happened. The boomerang had sliced off the 
greasy hair on his top, making him almost completely bald! And he heard two 
grunts of surprise behind him as his minions made the same discovery.

Kenta's voice brought him back to his senses. "Nice cut, baldy. But it'll have 
to be even uglier than that to match your outer looks with your inner 
personality. A cruel master who takes advantage of those weaker than himself, 
and enjoys tormenting those with no defense."

"Why . . . why YOU LITTLE-!!" The three Rocket gangsters all leaped at Kenta at 
once, over their injured Poke'Mon, to beat the pulp out of him. They'd had it 
with this little pest that kept bringing up their true nature, they just wanted 
to shut him up once and for all! But a flurry of sharp leaves from one side of 
the room, and an eruption of fire from the other forced a barrier in between the 
two opposing sides. Kenta looked behind him, and smiled widely at all the broken 
and empty cages that now met his eyes. Around the whole room stood Poke'Mon that 
were out of their cages at last. Arcanine, Ninetales, Ivysaur, Dewgong, and 
many, many more. Turning back to the enraged Rockets, he motioned to them. 
"Nothing like biding your time to allow others to fulfill their cause! You do 
remember why you're here, right? To prevent something like this from happening."

"Nine!"

"Gyarrrrrrrr!"

"Dratiiiiniiiiii!"

"Kanga, kanga!"

The cries of the angry and vengeful Poke'Mon echoed out from all corners of the 
room, and the gangsters backed away through the molten steel on the ground that 
was a door at one time. "I ain't sticking around to hear what they have to say, 
I'm outta here!" gasped the guy with the squashed nose. His friend ran away 
after him, and the leader with the black glasses and the smoke smell yelled at 
them. "Abandoners! Don't you leave me here all by myself!"

He jumped out of the way on instinct as a Kadabra from the nearest corner of the 
room blasted a Psybeam attack at him. "R-run! Run for your lives! Call for 
backup! Get the boss! 32-14! EMERGENCY!" And the leader was gone, tearing off 
down the hallway outside the room.

Dratini quickly climbed back up Kenta's leg and onto his shoulder. "We really do 
need to get going," said Kenta, pointing off in the direction that his enemy had 
retreated. "Before they do find out that something's gone wrong. Hurry, 
everyone! Down the hall, to the elevator! Scyther, return!"