*** *** Character traits *** *** 11. Mick Age: 27 Gender: Male Looks: Japanese with short, stubby black hair and a square face. Doesn't wear shades to get told apart from Turin. Wears white shirt with a red "R" on the front, and white trousers. Fairly broad build. Friends: Turin, Jessie, the late Butch, Cassidy and Hansel Enemies: NONE Personality: A psychotic personality and somewhat suicidal tendency hid by years of "calming down" with drugs. *** *** *** *** Chapter 13 Cerulean city- 12:00 Richard and Misty were standing in the dark alleyway where they would wait for Giovanni. Misty had every reason to be nervous at that moment. Dealing with someone we don't even know! That's not even exciting, Misty contemplated, it's foolish. Richard stared at his watch. "12:00," Richard reported, "any time now." And, surely enough, Giovanni emerged from the darkness a second or 2 later. "Which one of you is it?" Misty pointed at herself. Richard crossed his arms. Giovanni nodded in satisfaction. "Misty... Is that right?... Yes, it is right. Come along." Misty was extremely reluctant, but she was still insistent. Richard couldn't go, so I should go instead, Misty thought, for this was most likely an important task. Giovanni grinned while saying, "as you can see, I'm not a person to be alone with in a dark alley. Richard, I'll walk out in public with Misty while you stay in the alley until I'm out of sight." Richard couldn't stand staying in an alley with Giovanni, and he pitied Misty, who was probably, to understate it to the extremes, "very nervous". Misty looked calm, however, as she accepted a fate with a mysterious stranger. Richard waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, and Giovanni walked out of the alley and into the public street with Misty following suit in a single-file fashion. ?- 13:25 Turin was looking down at Jameson, who was sitting down and getting steadily blinder, and the other people, just lying down on the ground, beginning to smell bad. "Okay, people, you've been a lovely audience, but I'm off on a mission to kill someone since one of my fellow intelligence workmates has found the person in question alone... And he or she thought to be a friend of yours, James, or, shall I say, Jameson! What a coincidence, eh?!" Turin poked fingers at some of the semi-conscious Human heaps. Not Sabrina, Jameson thought. Not her, from the Chansey ordeal! Turin suddenly took out a notebook and took something down. "Now, now, Jameson," Turin held the notebook in one hand, and held the pen down to Jameson's head while saying, "we can monitor your thoughts with our psychic pok‚mon, and that Sabrina is not the one we were initially after, but now...!" Shit, Jameson thought, damn those fuckers! Turin kicked Jameson in the chest hard, which sent him sprawling on the ground. "Well, fuck you," Turin yelled in Jameson's face. "I invented that concept." Jameson stopped thinking to himself, surrendering after the blow to the chest. Turin slammed the door behind him, glaring at Jameson as he left. Cerulean city- 15:45 Turin was still angry at Jameson's rude thought. I hope my brother, Mick, can teach him a suitable lesson, Turin mused, for he is my temporary replacement as the cell guard. At the moment, Turin was wearing black all over just like Cassidy was a couple of days ago, lying down on the back roof of the house where Jameson's friend lived, carrying a silenced pistol over his head with his arm. Turin heard a door open, and close again. This is it, he thought, crawling around the roof like a spider, reaching the rooftop, and sliding downhill off the roof and flipping off with a controlled fall. The door's already locked, Turin noticed as he twisted his hand around the door handle. I'll fix that, Turin thought, gazing at a piece of metal beside the doorknob 'fastening' the door to the wall and locking it, aimed his silenced pistol at the piece of metal, and fired. The door creaked open, with a hole in it. Now there's no need for locksmiths, Turin mused with a twisted smile. Turin slowly tiptoed through the doorway, and turned to find a joint kitchen. The subject, who was a male teen, almost fully-grown and with light-brown hair, did not yet notice Turin walking around his house, and he was sitting down on a chair in the living room, eating some noodles. Turin knelt down beside the entrance to the dining room/kitchen while Richard ate, breathing lightly and slowly raising the gun in front of him so that it would make little noise when he lifted it up to fire. Turin peeked past the entrance doorway to the kitchen, and he seen the subject finish his noodles, then walk over to an area out of Turin's sight with the dish. Turin drew his head away from where the subject was and waited. Seconds later, the subject appeared from the kitchen/dining room, and that was when Turin raised the gun quickly and fired a bullet through the subject's temple and his eyes rolled up to the top of his head as he fell dead, with blood splattering across the room. This is it, Turin thought, the easy part. Turin stood up and sent out an Abra. "Abra, teleport to get us out of here," Turin whispered. And so, right there, Turin left the scene with Abra, leaving the dead person be-who, you may have noticed, was no other than Richard. Route 4- 17:25 Of course, Misty didn't realize that Richard was killed yet, for she was with Giovanni, walking through Route 3. "Don't worry, Misty," Giovanni reassured her, "I'll get a car for the rest of the way, after the lift on Mt. Moon." Giovanni was staring blankly at the sunset and Mt. Moon which was seeming bigger and bigger as they walked on through the grassland, feeling unemotional except for a slight eagerness to reach their destination. Misty, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck, not knowing where their destination was or what precisely Giovanni wanted to do with her. Giovanni turned his head back to Misty. "You know, Misty, if you don't feel safe you can send out a pok‚mon to guard you." Misty, without reluctance, made haste and let out her Golduck. "Don't let that man do anything to me," Misty commanded, and Golduck replied, "Gold-uck," walking in sync with Giovanni and Misty. Giovanni squinted to avoid the light shone by the sun as it setted, and he reported, "we're nearly at Mt. Moon." Pallet Town- 18:00 Ash Ketchum was sitting down on a sofa beside the television in Gary's house, trying to forget everything that happened just a few days ago. However, although Ash tried hard to forget, he simply couldn't. Manuel was dead, and what happened to him might happen to Misty, Richard-or even himself, Ash Ketchum, for participating at all. This strange sensation caused him to turn on the news. On the television, there was a reporter, looking at headlines and saying, "and so, that was the fall of Sadaam, proving that the looks can kill after all!" The reporter cleared his throat afterward, then stated, "just in, a 16 year-old child left alone in his house for a month has been killed by an unknown assassin. Police are baffled, saying that there are no witnesses or traces of fingerprints. His name is thought to be Richard of Cerulean city and top 8 in the pok‚mon league-" Ash turned off the television and he gulped, shivering. "Ash, what is it?" It was May, sitting beside Ash without his noticing. She had just entered the room and she didn't notice what was in the news broadcast. Ash tried to not seem nervous, and he shrugged, keeping a stiff face. "Nothing, Mas, just checking out the headlines." May smiled at Ash. "That's good. Gary's been invited to the Cerulean gym today, and for about a week we will have the house to ourselves while his parents are at work." Ash laughed with glee, leaning back on the chair and rubbing the back of his head, thinking of what to say next, then he suddenly blurted out, "guess that's good, Mas. Looks like we got it to ourselves." ?- 21:00 Cassidy was lying down after a long sleep in the base medbay, looking up at the ceiling from her bed, bandages covering her skin and a blanket covering her. There were 3 bulgy and pink pok‚mon standing up beside her, 1 holding an emptied hypodermic and looking at her and the other 2 beside the door to ambush trespassers. Cassidy identified them as Chansey-types, and they each had a white hat on them with the usual "R" on it. Suddenly a voice came from behind the closed door. "Chansey, 2, 3, 4, listen up and listen up well," the 2 ambushing Chanseys narrowed their eyes as the voice continued, "I am the Walurus, you are the Eggmen." The 2 Chanseys stepped back. The door opened, and Mick stepped in, closing the door behind him. "Mick? Aren't you meant to be at the prisons, substituting for Turin?" Mick did not respond to that. "Cassidy, I got a job for you-" "favor," Cassidy interrupted, knowing off by heart that 2 rockets of the same rank could not order each other. "Well, okay then, Cassidy, call it a 'favor'. How long will it take to recover?" Cassidy shrugged. "by tomorrow." Mick rubbed his chin, then replied, "good enough, whiteshirt Cassidy. It's another intelligence operation, but it's relatively safe compared to your previous mission." Cassidy rolled her eyes. She did not feel like doing another one of Mick's 'favours'. However, she let Mick continue, "this is a mailman operation. Simply bring this package to the doorstep of this address. If there's insufficient postage according to the postmen, the person who we're framing will die." Mick handed Cassidy a huge package, which she could tell was most likely a bomb. The front of the package had the return address. Cassidy read it. IF INSUFFICENT POSTAGE, RETURN TO SENDER MISTY CERULEAN GYM HOUSING DEVELOPMENT, 9TH STREET CERULEAN CITY Cassidy held the package, then turned the package around to the back, finding the destination. ASH KETCHUM 294, 31st AVE. NW PALLET TOWN NOTE: (being sarcastic) Yes, I began to hate Richard's obsession with Kojak, and that's why I killed him off. But, who's complaining?