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10. Turin
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Looks: Japanese with short, stubby black hair and a square face. Wears shades to 
get told apart from Mick. Wears white shirt with a red "R" on the front, and 
white trousers. Fairly broad build.
Friends: Mick, Jessie, the late Butch
Enemies: NONE
Personality: A psychotic personality and somewhat suicidal tendency hid by years 
of "calming down" with drugs.

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Chapter 12
?- 10:05

Jameson came to with a prominent headache, in a sitted-up position on a chair of 
some kind, which was all he noticed, as his vision was blurred and his headache 
too distracting to focus his eyesight. All he seen was a blue blur, and all he 
felt was a pain that came through his head, and, quite strangely enough, a sharp 
pain that entered the center of his back every 1-5 seconds, which wasn't noticed 
by Jameson beause of his painful and distracting headache. But he felt pain 
there, all right. When Jameson started to hear things, he heard something 
fizzing every time his back hurt. Jameson's vision slowly and painfully came to 
focus as he noticed blue bars in front of him, and a white blur beyond them. The 
fizzing sound came again, and his back seemed to hurt more as Jameson was coming 
back to his senses. The headache quickly weared off, and the pain on his back 
turned to agony. Jameson started to hear someone's voice behind him. "Why did 
you leave?" Jameson heard. Another fizz. Jameson bit his lip. The voice came 
back again within a few seconds. "Why did you leave team rocket?" Another fizz. 
Jameson's lip started bleeding. Leave? Jameson thought to himself, 
discombobulated, and he then mused, yes, I left team rocket. Why did I leave 
again? "James, please respond. Why did you leave team rocket?" Another fizz. 
Jameson screamed, and then he spoke for the first time since he came to. 
"Chansey ordeal!" Those words came out of Jameson, and he simply shouted them 
out without knowing what they meant. However, the fizzing strangely stopped.

Cerulean city- 11:45

Richard was sitting down on a bench in the downtown area of Cerulean city, back 
after checking up on his house, sucking a lollipop and thinking hard about what 
to do next. James was, according to Richard, orbiting them for a while, but he 
seemed to have disapeered. Richard felt like he needed to get to the end of 
this, even if it would get to the end of himself. Richard rubbed his chin, got 
off the bench, and started pacing. Wondering, Richard didn't even notice that he 
was walking into an alley. Richard finally stood still in the alley. He 
shrugged. "I guess I just don't have a clue," Richard admitted, shaking his 
head. "I think I do." It was another voice, and the person who said that 
appeared into view from further in the alleyway. Thinking that this was a scary 
bum, Richard backed off slowly. "You may as well stay and talk," the person told 
Richard, lowering his head. "I'm the one who got you out of jail." Richard 
stopped walking, but he was still nervous. "Who are you?" Richard questioned the 
man, preparing to run away. "My name is Giovanni and I think I can help you. 
Don't pick on James, he is in trouble with the power you are against." Richard 
cocked an eyebrow. "He's not of team rocket...?" Giovanni shrugged. "As far as I 
can tell, no," Giovanni answered, "the person who killed Manuel is of team 
rocket. James isn't." Richard looked very questioning. Whoever Giovanni was, he 
didn't look trustworthy. But looks weren't everything. "Well, then, Giovanni, 
how did you know Manuel's name and how do you know that James isn't of team 
rocket yet the person who killed Manuel is?" Giovanni sighed. "If you don't 
believe me, kid, you are dooming several people, including yourself, James and 
myself. I don't sound like I'm telling a lie, am I?" Although Giovanni looked 
nasty, he definitely didn't have "a bold face". Giovanni's voice didn't 'seem' 
dishonest as well, so Richard reluctantly nodded his head. "Good. Does anyone 
else try to work with you on this? Friends, etc.?" Richard shrugged. Would he 
tell him about Ash? Ash didn't want to be a part of this, so he simply told him, 
"Misty works with me on this." Giovanni looked at Richard in a welcoming way, 
saying, "either you or Misty can come with me to do some... Intelligence 
reporting. Don't worry, I'll be doing most of it. Do you want to come or do you 
prefer sending Misty to me?" Although Richard didn't know about this man, he 
remembered that he had to be at his house when his parents came back. "I'll talk 
to Misty about it. When and where will I come back for you?" Giovanni shook his 
hand. "Tomorrow, here, at noon." Richard backed off quietly, and he thought, 
I've got to tell Misty about this!

?- 12:00

"Your execution date is set. Bye." The person who said that, who Jameson 
couldn't identify, pushed his weak body on the floor. A door closed right behind 
Jameson. Jameson rolled over onto his back, and he breathed deeply. He suddenly 
realised that he had no shirt on, but that he had pants on. The place he was 
lying in had wallpaper of a light-blue sheen and also had lighting (albeit 
poor), and it was a huge room with about 5 other people: 3 were female and 2 
were male. Although Jameson and 4 other people in the room were lying down semi-
councious on the floor, looking battered and bruised, the one remaining person 
was standing up, with a white rocket shirt on, holding a key. "Come on," the 
rocket yelled at Jameson and the other prisoners, "beg." Nobody begged. The 
rocket chuckled softly, and he placed the key back into his pocket. Jameson 
didn't seem to be as weak as the others, but his vision was still bad and the 
pain remained in the center of his back. Struggling, Jameson put one of his arms 
on the floor, and stood up while putting weight on the arm, brushing dust off 
his own clothes when he was upright. Jameson stared openly at the rocket, but he 
seemed so blurred that Jameson was almost staring into space instead of staring 
at the rocket. "Yes?" The rocket asked. "So you weren't tortured enough? Weren't 
drugged enough? You shouldn't be standing up." Ah, Jameson thought, so this is 
why I can't see very well. Some sort of drug has made him weak and with a lack 
of sight. Jameson didn't answer, as he was trying to get his eyes into focus. He 
closed them and rubbed them, and opened them again. Nothing. "How can you stand 
up?!" James guessed, "just willpower, I suppose." The rocket shrugged. "You're 
drugged enough, prisoner, too drugged to escape, even if you can stand up. I am 
Turin Trent, and I am the intelligence agent who knocked you out and sent you 
here. I have an identical twin who is called Mick Trent. He was the person who 
ordered the death of a kid named Manuel Zimmerman." Jameson was rubbing his 
temples, sitting down in a yoga position, and he answered, "why tell me all 
this?" The rocket's response was quick and frank. "You're doomed anyways."

Cerulean city-13:15

Richard arrived at the door to the Cerulean gym, looking vaguely excited. As he 
opened the door, he didn't notice that the sisters had moved the front desk to 
the area right beside the door. "Hello? Hello?" Richard closed the door behind 
him. "Richard, I'm, like, right here!" It was Daisy, leaning on a desk beside 
the closed door, talking to Richard from behind. Richard turned around to Daisy, 
holding his chest. "Geez, what a fright you gave me!" Richard breathed in and 
out deeply, and Daisy just stood there and laughed. Lily came in to the front 
desk, and she could see Daisy-and Richard. Lily looked at Richard, holding her 
chest. "Geez, what a fright you gave me!" Daisy laughed harder. Richard slowly 
backed off to the pool area, looking creeped out, then- "Hey, Richard. What can 
I do for you?" It was Misty. Richard whispered in her ear, "get me away from 
those 2 sisters, they give me the creeps!" Misty sighed and opened the door to 
the pool area, letting Richard in. Misty closed the door behind herself and 
Richard. Misty walked over beside Richard and cocked an eyebrow. "Richard, what 
is it now?" It was Misty, sitting down on a radiator at the pool area. Richard 
sighed. "I have a lot to tell you. You see, I ran into someone in an alley 
recently. He said that he had something to say..."

Misty was sitting down beside a table which had some food on it, which Misty was 
eating, whilst listening to Richard. "...Well, then Giovanni said that either me 
or you can come for some help at reporting something or another. Misty, I can't 
go because my parents will come back home. How about if you go?" Misty pointed 
at herself. "Moi?... Sorry, Richard, but I guess that I haven't told you that I 
came here to challenge Gary to practice for the league." Richard sighed. "Gary 
isn't here." "I was going to tell my sisters to call him up to bring him to a 
bogus party..." Richard raised his eyebrows. "I've got to see this!... Sorry, 
Misty, but maybe you can wait a while. The pokémon league is almost a year 
away." Misty lowered her head, and spoke, "I guess that it can wait... But 
Giovanni could do anything if I'm alone with him, and it sounds as if he's an 
expert at telling lies." Richard cocked his head to the side. "Then how can you 
think that he's lying? Misty... We've all got to take risks once in a while." 
Misty rolled her eyes. "Well, Richard, I'm going to regret this... I'll go. Now, 
I'll be seeing you with this Giovani guy... When?" "Noon tomorrow," Richard 
replied, focused. "Okay, then." Richard left the table with Misty eating on her 
own.

?-14:00

Recovering his memory, Jameson realized that the Chansey ordeal was the real 
reason why he had left team rocket. Jameson was sitting down on the floor, 
twiddling his thumbs and waiting for death, the wait being worse than death 
itself, in Jameson's view. I'm probably the only person here who notices this, 
Jameson realized, as the others have been so badly affected by the drug that 
they can't think straight. Turin didn't have any drugs in his system, of course. 
Not for the person who got him in. Jameson would escape, if it wasn't for the 
fact that Jameson was still too badly affected by the drug to fight anyone, 
especially a whiteshirt professional. He knew about how tough they were. Jameson 
asked, "Can I have another dose of the drug? I'm sick of waiting for death, and 
if I have a stronger dose, I may not be able to think straight." Turin shrugged. 
"I don't think that I'm allowed to do that, and I know that the effects of the 
drug increase over time. By the time you're executed, I will be very surprised 
if you're not already fully devoid of your senses...  You know, a decaying, 
shivering thing that smells bad and is in the hands of team rocket." Turin was 
expressionless, as if he had said that many a time before. Jameson held back his 
emotions.  He knew that it was all powerless to escape with the drugs in his 
system. Jameson continued waiting for death...