Chapter 6 Pewter City Misty was strapped in with seatbelts at the back seat of helicopter that Prof. Ivy was piloting, and already they were high up in the air. "Been on a helicopter before?" She shouted over the helicopter's rotor and engines. "No," Misty shouted back. "Here, take this. It's a sleeping pill that will eliminate your motion sickness and put you to sleep." Prof. Ivy gave Misty a sleeping pill. With some hesitation, she put the red pill in her mouth and lay back down on her seat as she began to feel drowsy... This can't be the end, Jameson thought as everyone was screaming. All of Jessie's pokŽmon could tell what he was by his smell, so they all headed to where he was and started attacking. "Weezing, Victreebell, Gyarados and Raticate, attack now!" Jameson through 2 pokŽballs from each hand, releasing all 4 of his strongest pokŽmon. Now, pandemonium ensued. Weezing was releasing a special fire blast on Jessie's Lickitung, Victreebell was heading toward Arbok, Raticate was attacking Persian and Gyarados-was heading toward Jessie. "Gyarados, hyper beam!" Gyarados' eyes turned red. Jessie dodged just in time, for that was the moment that Gyarados shot a huge and yellow beam of light that spread through the floor, burning a huge hole in it. Jessie stood up and shot Gyarados repeatedly, clearing the clip and with Gyarados recieving 30 bullets to the front. White blood slowly seeped through the ridges and cracks that the bullets left and Gyarados steadily got weaker. Although Jameson could only see the back of Gyarados, he could see the white pokŽmon blood trickling to the ground. "Gyarados, return!" Gyarados was obliged to return to his safe pokŽball. Jessie looked at her pokŽmon at the moment. Arbok was struggling to deflect Victreebell's razor leaves and edging ever closer for a double-edge, Weezing was keeping distance while Lickitung was attempting a slam attack but getting burned, and Raticate was distracting Persian by moving quickly around with its awkward body. "I guess I'll have to shoot them too," Jessie figured, as she raised her gun, aimed, and... "No! Come back, now!" It was Jameson, quickly bringing all of his other pokŽmon back. Jameson ran out to the exit door. "Persian! Lickitung! Arbok! After him!" Jessie ran too, holstering her smoking automatic for another time. Jameson ran toward the exit and opened the door. Within seconds, Jameson was out in the middle of a parking lot, running and also holding his chest and panting, followed by some not-so-exausted pokŽmon-Arbok, Persian, and a burnt Lickitung. When he reached an open area filled with empty parking spaces, he could take the running no longer. "Weezing, smoke screen!" James threw a pokŽball, and, surely enough, a Weezing came out. Smoke filled the area and James left, returning Weezing in his pokŽball and heading back to the front entrance to get his bags. But Jessie was not finished yet. She had a radio. She tugged on her collar and spoke to the collar, "okay Butch, start out plan V." "Start out plan V," senior rocket Butch heard from the P.A system on his tank. Butch complied in his usual raspy voice, "okay, boss. I'm after his heat signature. Where's he heading?" Butch could have sworn that afterwards he had heard Jessie sigh. "Unsure at present. Check around the hotel parking lot and shoot everything that has a heat signature." "Okay. Vulcan cannons armed and ready. Butch out." He cut the P.A. However, Jameson was no longer at the parking lot. He was now at the entrance room of the motel, now abandoned. The security guards had all headed towards the restaurant. Jameson quickly walked up to the elevator waiting area and pressed the "up" button and waited for an elevator to come. "Come on, come on," Jameson mused, getting impatient and jumpy. "Come on, come on-"ding! The elevator opened and Jameson went inside. "Exit, stage left," Jameson muttered, entering the elevator and pressing his floor button. The elevator door closed. Butch smiled, feeling at home in his closed-in tank of destruction. He already seen the motel on his camera, when suddenly a motorbike appeared. No, 3 motorbikes. The motherbikes had police sirens on them. The drivers had just turned a corner in front of the tank and halted their motorbikes, bringing out machine guns. "Stop in the name of the law!" It was Officer Jenny, leaning on the center motorbike. Butch chuckled quietly to himself. "Foolish policemen," he mused, and he didn't stop the tank. The policemen went closer and closer and-"Bail out!" Officer Jenny yelled, jumping out and into the air, and then somersaulting on the concrete, evading the tank. The other policemen got off their bikes and ran, and they too evaded the tank. But Butch was not finished with them. The tank stopped, and the tank's vulcan cannon faced the direction of Jenny-and fired. However, Jenny did not get shot to pieces. Far from it. The bullets did not go the right way. "Darned guided bullets!" Butch pounded the control board. However, the guided bullets had reached a destination, all right. They had headed not forward, backward, left or right, but upward. About 200m upward, hitting a helicopter. The helicopter's engine ruptured, set on fire, and the helicopter soared down toward the motel and exploded at the entrance right as Jameson had entered his room. Jameson was lifted up into the air by the blast. He hit a wall right outside his face. Stunned, Jameson pulled his face off the wall and noticed that the wall now was covered in blood outlining the image of his face. "Ouch. What... Was that?" Jameson pondered, getting his backpack slowly up to his shoulders as blood on his face got quickly flowing down his face. He then looked out the window to find that the outside area was covered in smoke. Jameson found a crashed helicopter when he got to the ground floor. Perhaps there's some stuff there that I could use, Jameson thought. Especially, mused Jameson, if they're dead, because he wouldn't get caught smuggling off dead people. Jameson arrived at the scene with his blood trickling down his shirt, but he didn't care. He wasn't dead yet. Jameson looked down through the shattered windows of the helicopter to find the uncouncious lying form of a woman that looked like she was entering her 30s, and someone else. Someone familiar. The other person looked female as well and like she was in her teens, and both of them were bloody around the face and breathing. Better check out how they're doing, thought Jameson as he slapped both of their bloodied faces. The younger one, the one in the back seat moaned. The other one did nothing, just breathed. Now James' attention was fixed on the younger one. The familiar one. She held her head, got up, and stared at the blood. She then looked up at Jameson, who she also found familiar. James decided to speak. "Okay... Welcome to Pewter city. Got a first aid kit?" The teenager was dabbing the uncouncious Prof. Ivy's bloody forehead with a cloth from a first aid kid she had. "Such... Headache..." Those were her first two words since the helicopter crashed, said beside the crashed helicopter. Jameson couldn't take up an uncouncious woman and a disoriented teenage girl to hospital yet. But what could he do? He couldn't just leave them there. A black tank with a "R" logo came into view a long way away, patrolling another end of the parking lot. "Ah," Jameson thought out loud, "there they are." The tank was followed by a police car. Butch's mission was taking a turn for the worse. He knew it now: someone must've called the police. A police car was now following. At least the police are still foolish, Butch thought as he aimed the tank's cannon behind him. Butch squeezed the trigger on the controls. The weapon's camera showed a police car's window shattering and 2 policemen being shot at with many, many bullets with a cannon. The car then came to a halt, with 2 dead policemen inside. Butch then aimed the weapon to the front again, a bloodthirsty grin on his face. Okay, he thought, who's next? Jameson was standing beside the teenager for a moment as she slowly stood up and came to her senses. "My name is Misty. I was given a sleeping pill... And now, I am here." So, Jameson thought, Misty. He knew Misty, but didn't say anything. "I am Jameson. This is not a good situation for you to be here." Misty looked around. "What has happened?" "Long story... Misty." Jameson acted like he had never heard the name. Misty was breathing heavily to cope with what was happening. Jameson was still fairly jumpy. "Here, my pokŽmon can patrol the area. "Weezing, go and look for something that has team rocket's name on it and destroy it!" Weezing obliged and went out of the pokŽball to the parking lot and left Jameson pacing and Misty sitting down, looking at herself and putting on bandages. Turn, straight. Turn, straight. That was all Butch thought whilst simply dragging the tank over car after car after car, looking for someone without team rocket status. There, Butch thought as he seen a Weezing looking around. Butch stopped the tank and aimed when the Weezing saw him. It used a smog attack instantly. Butch had no problem with that, he just turned on the heat sensor. The red thing was Weezing. He just readied the camera, aimed, and-a huge blast of heat suddenly came out of Weezing. A fire blast. The fire simultaeneously ignited the smog and everything in it. The tank exploded, quickly incinerating itself and everything in it, including Butch. At the parking lot, Jessie looked through the clearing smokescreen at an exploding tank and her fists slowly clenched. The victorius Weezing left the pile of ash, which was all that was left of Butch and his tank, where it was smoking. Jessie clenched her fist. She who runs away, she thought, lives to fight another day. After the Weezing was gone, Jessie left the scene quickly, her mind set on James and his Weezing. That Weezing can kill, she thought, but not fast enough for me.