Author's note: here and on other chapters you will meet 2 different
people each called "A"-both whiteshirts, one in intelligence and the
other in operation plans and are given no visual description.  They
are whiteshirt senior rockets who are very smart, and you won't know
their names are or what they look like for a long time.  Despite their
high rank and being called "the boss" they cannot command other
whiteshirts, only the lower ranks (but those are the blackshirts,
greenshirts, blueshirts, redshirts, maroonshirts, orangeshirts,
yellowshirts and finally the juniors-see a pattern in colour?).
That's just the rule.  And this one might not be well edited, because
it was made in a very short time!  E-mail me at
cianchartier@eircom.net for the answer to any troubles you have with
how I edited this.

*** *** Character traits *** ***

7.  Cassidy

Age: 24
Gender: Female
Looks: Long, yellow hair that simply streams down (unlike in the TV
series).  A face rather like Jessie, with a white "rocket" shirt and
trowsers.
Friends: The late Butch, the twins Mick and Turin (who won't appear in
person for a looong time) and most other people of team rocket.
Enemies: Ash, Misty, Jameson, Jameson's Weezing and Jessie.
Personality: Again, much like Jessie, with a vengeful instinct and a
one-track mind.  However, she is even more professional than Jessie is
at her work (well, Jessie's not the self-hired gun).

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Chapter 9
Cerulean city- 18:00

	15-year old Ash Ketchum finally arrived at Richard's house
	after hours of using a map.  After a few steps up, Ash rang
	the doorbell.  It was answered immeadiately (from another
	view: 1.33 1/3 seconds) by Richard, who had a bandage on his
	forehead.  "What is it today, Richie?"  Ash came in and closed
	the door behind him.  Richard had a lollipop in his mouth, he
	was holding a wad of cash, and he had a bandage on his head.
	What a combination, Ash mused.  Richie decided to speak.
	"Well, my parents are leaving me here to take care of the
	house for another month yet, so I am bringing many people here
	to investigate something, but you're the furthest away of the
	others."  Ash's face stiffened.  "What am I meant to
	investigate?"  Richard led Ash to a table in some sort of
	kitchen, and he spead out a small sheet of paper from his
	pocket on the table, which had one drawing in grayscale.
	"That's Jameson," Ash pointed out simultaeneously, "I just met
	him today."  Richard nodded.  "Yes, but look at him with white
	hair," Richard pointed out as he drew up a drawing in colour
	from his pocket and placed it on the table, with Jameson not
	having black hair-but white hair.  Ash was taken aback,
	astounded.  "He's probably somewhere in this city," Richard
	noted, but Ash couldn't and didn't listen-he was
	discombobulated, simply staring at-at a picture of James.

Hours later

	Richard put down his picture phone in controlled disgust.
	"I've called all the hotels, motels and inns in the city-
	nobody named 'Jameson' was present."  Ash was looking up at
	the situation, though.  "Let's have supper here, then sleep on
	it.  I've had no lunch today, so..."  The doorbell ringed
	before Ash could think of another word to say.  "I'll answer
	it, Ash."  Richard went over to the door and opened it.  Ash
	wondered who would come in to Richard's house so late at
	night.  He heard the door open, and he heard Richard say,
	"hello!  Didn't expect you here tonight.  Come in, come in."
	Ash looked at the person who came in.  It was Misty, hair
	soaking wet.  "It's pouring outside...  Oh, hi Ash.  Me and
	Manuel are going to the Cerulean gym...  Eat something, talk
	to the sisters..."  Then, Misty muttered in a low voice,
	"...And challenge Gary."  Ash and Richard didn't hear or
	bother to hear the last part.  Ash stood up.  "I'm starving!
	I at least think that we should go.  What about you, Richie?"
	Richard stood up and shrugged.  "I might learn something new,
	etc. etc. etc.  Sure."  Richard and Ash walked to the door
	with Misty and left, Richard getting an umbrella as he went.

	Richard was chewing on a new lollipop as he, Misty, Ash and
	Manuel were crammed under the umbrella.  The noise of the
	chewing was getting on everyone else's nerves.  Misty was the
	first to snap, acting far more agressive-abrasively than
	normal.  "Richard, shut up with your chewing!  Are you trying
	to impress the girls or something?  Who do you think you are,
	Kojak?"  Richard froze with Ash, Misty and Manuel, swallowing
	the lollipop except for the plastic end, which he put in his
	pocket, then he blushed.  "I'm flattered that you think I am
	like Kojak."  Ash slapped himself on the forehead.  Misty
	continued, "Richard, shut up already!  I don't even know why
	you like that cult crap."  Something pink rose on Richard's
	temple.  He said nothing, and carried on walking with the
	others.  Manuel was the next to speak.  "Misty, calm down now.
	He didn't mean to annoy us."  Richard then snapped, which was
	very rare for him.  "Yeah, Misty.  You can't get wrong with
	Manuel.  I'm like a dumb dog taught to obey commands, and I
	can't say anything against the command of my superiors."  Then
	Richard pointed at Misty, and stated, "I guess that I'm not
	the only dog around here!"  Misty looked very hurt and angry.
	"Take that back!"  "No!"  Misty and Richard started choking
	each other, arms wrapped around each other's necks.  Richard
	dropped the umbrella.  Ash kept quiet.  Friends always get
	into quarrels every once in a while, Ash thought to himself.
	Just like me and Misty a while ago, when I knew her better.
	Ash picked it up and put it over himself and Manuel, leaving
	Misty and Richard wet.  A croud would have started to develop
	if it weren't for the fact that the streets were empty.  "I
	guess we could always say, 'I don't know these people',"
	Manuel suggested to Ash.  Ash looked embarresed.  "You got
	that right," was all Ash would agree to say.

?- 21:00

	Hansel, the man who tried to steal the Scyther from Richard,
	arrived at the feet of his boss, A.  "Please, boss, forgive me
	for failing!"  "I will-if you tell me what the man who
	attacked you looks like."  "Ummm...  Well, he has black hair,
	he looks dark but Caucasian-" "Manuel Zimmerman.  19, and is
	friends with powerful trainers, who are Misty of Cerulean
	city, and Richard, also of Cerulean city."  Hansel was
	obviously impressed, but the boss continued, "we have our
	databases.  We can take care of him if you want."  Hansel was
	smiling.  "Sur-sure, boss!"  A chuckled.  "Go on to Jessie,
	and she'll give you another mission.  Now, get out of my
	sight."  Hansel left, sighing with relief.  A raised his
	collar up to his mouth, and spoke on some sort of
	communications link, "hello.  Cassidy, are you there?"

Cerulean city- In the meantime

	"Hello.  Cassidy, are you there?"  Cassidy was, at that
	moment, crouching on the edge of a roof at a building at the
	rainy streets of Cerulean city.  Cassidy was wearing black
	everywhere, on her face, over her hair, over any part of her
	body.  Even her gloves were black, handling a sniper rifle she
	still had from Route 3, stained with pollution after the
	encounter with Weezing.  She whispered, talking very quickly,
	which a touch of annoyance, "this is not the time, teammate.
	I've got to kill James.  Look, I'll contact you later."  A
	sighed.  "Okay," he replied, "do your buisiness and then you
	can ask me what your new mission is."  The comm came off, and
	Cassidy quickly came back to work, waiting patiently...
	There!  James was walking in a small croud, in a busy shopping
	street, probably decreasing the chances of a clear aim.  But,
	he's wrong, Cassidy thought, I'm a good shot, and when I fire
	there's a low chance of a miss.  "And the bullet will explode
	and you will die a very bloody man, James," Cassidy very
	quietly thought out loud.

	Jameson looked around the streets, unarmed, paranoid and
	generally helpless.  Although he was in a busy shopping
	street, he was still in risk of getting shot, especially by
	professionals from team rocket, which make up most of the
	senior whiteshirt team.  Jameson once again stopped, and
	looked to his left and righ-a figure, a black figure on a
	roof!  What the...

	...Cassidy pulled the safety whilst grinning.  "Savour this
	moment, James," Cassidy muttered, "this is your last moment."
	Cassidy slowly, savoring the death of James, pressed the
	trigger-but wait!  James was no longer still, but moving to a
	cafˇ just to the right of him.  James entered the cafˇ with a
	grin on his face.  She let go of the trigger quickly, and the
	gun didn't fire.  Cassidy restarted the safety, and thought,
	god damn it!  Cassidy raised her collar up and stated, "okay,
	I've failed on my latest mission.  What did you want me to do
	again?"

	"What did you want me to do again?"  A smiled.  "I'd like you
	to do a favour for me.  There is someone else I want you to
	kill.  He is around here, and he is someone called Manuel.
	You remember him a lot, he participated secretly in the
	Chansey ordeal."  (Author's note: BLINK-BLINK-FLASHING LIGHTS
	HERE!  THIS IS IMPORTANT!)  Cassidy shrugged.  "I know what he
	looks like.  Just leave him to me.  When and if I see him,
	that is."

	Richard and Misty were squinting at each other, walking with
	Ash and Manuel but away from the umbrella.  Ash pointed out,
	"this is all in the hormones.  If you cut it out, feel glad
	that you're disobeying your instincts and that stupid clichˇ
	that you see in some fan fiction stuff you see on the
	internet.  Otherwise, you're just like a character in one of
	those things."  Richard stopped squinting.  "Yeah, right Ash,
	like I'm a character in some fan fiction!"  He laughed, then
	settled down quickly, returning to his normal orthodox state.
	Misty looked ahead, still hurt but not really that
	conspicuous.  Manuel stopped for a second.  "Ah, just the book
	place for me!"  He ran over to a store called "Sciences
	galore" and looked at the covers of some chemistry books on
	display from outside.  Manuel was drooling on the window,
	muttering the names of the books, "Acids and basids-all the
	stuff you need for a new era in manufacturing?  That sounds
	intresting.  The chloroflourocarbons that hurt us all?  Rather
	basic to me.  MSG explained?  Ahhhh..."  Manuel leaned against
	the wall, mouth open and drooling on it.

	Although Cassidy only seen the back of Manuel, he was easy to
	point out in a croud.  She pointed the rifle sight at his
	head.  "Alright, Mr.Chanseyguy," Cassidy muttered, "you'll
	have to die too,"  He noticed Manuel still on the glass wall
	on the shop displaying some hardback books.  "Good, Manuel.
	Just stay there while I kill you."  Cassidy pulled the safety,
	and reached for the trigger...