Blade of Destiny

Chapter 3: Treachery



	The sunlight streamed through the open window and fell onto Chief Azusa's aged 
face. He was not a very old man, only about forty-two, and still spry enough to hang with 
a man half his age in a fight. Of course, he had to be tough. League Special Forces 
accepts only the best, as they deal with the most ruthless criminals; cases none of the 
regular Officer Jennies could handle. He turned around and gazed at the young redhead 
and her partner as he eased down into the chair behind his massive desk.  Misty 
Waterflower and Gary Oak, two of the League's best agents, inseparable from each other 
ever since they first joined; from what he knew, they were childhood friends. 
	"Alright, spill it. What have you got?" the Chief said as he leaned back and took a 
sip of his coffee, gesturing the agents to take their seats in front of him. 
	"We need a search warrant. We have a positive id on the suspects, from an 
eyewitness. A security guard saw him, and heard the thief's name and his partner's name 
over the earpiece he had, sir," Gary stated as he sat down.
	Azusa sat up after hearing this information. "Oh? Who are they?"
	"Ashura Ketchum and Brock Slate, sir. We're positive. Jenkins ran a search in the 
database based on the first names the guard heard, and they're the only people who have 
a match," Misty said.
	"Good job, guys. What's their previous criminal record?"
	Gary fidgeted nervously in his seat. "Well, neither of them have one sir, aside 
from some traffic tickets. If they've been done doing this sort of thing for a long time, 
they've done a good job of not letting anyone know about it."  
	"So, no criminal record and all of a sudden they're the prime suspects in a string 
of major heists like the shield, and those other two tablets?" The Chief snorted. "You sure 
didn't hit your head too hard there, Oak? Ok, fine. You got your warrant. Ready your 
team, and go anytime you're ready."
	Misty cleared her throat. "Excuse me sir; team? Just Gary and I were going to go 
and apprehend them."
	"You're kidding right? Just one of these guys was able to put five of that squad 
from the museum in the hospital, not including Gary. You think I'm gonna let you go 
alone with no backup? No way in hell. You're going with a team. Goodbye," the Chief 
said as he took another sip of his coffee and waved them off. Gary and Misty got up and 
left the office and started the walk to the briefing room, with Gary scowling all the way. 
	"You know, sometimes he really pisses me off," Gary growled.  
	"Yeah, me too, but he's looking to help us out, so I'm not gonna complain," 
Misty replied as she held open the door to the briefing room. "Call the team up. It's time 
to take them down."


       The sound of a lighter being clicked awoke May, as she climbed off of the couch 
groaning. "It's about time you woke up. Max and Brock are in the office checkin' out that 
sword. It's been glowing kinda bright since you guys got knocked out," Ash said as he let 
out a long puff of smoke. 
	May sat up and stared at Ash. "You know, I really wish you would quit that habit. 
It's going to send you to an early grave. And you know I don't want to lose you, Ash. 
You scared me to death last night with that stunt you pulled with the radio. We thought 
you were dead."
	Ash got up and sat next to May, putting his arms around her. "You know I'm not 
going anywhere.  You can blame your brother for the radio going out. But I'm not going 
to up and die after we just got together." He kissed her forehead and ran his hand through 
her long brown hair. "You can count on that. And besides, after today, we're going to get 
paid so much for that sword that the job I did last night was my last."
	"It better be. When do you have to go sell it anyways?"
	Ash checked his watch and his eyes went wide with surprise. "Crap, we gotta be 
there in fifteen minutes!!" he exclaimed. "Brock, move your ass!! " We're gonna be late 
for the meeting!!" He quickly rushed into his room as Brock calmly walked into the 
living room with Max, carrying the sword in hand. 
	Brock chuckled. "I've been ready, Ash. It's you who's late, so hurry up. The 
construction site is ten minutes from here."
	Ash emerged from his room dressed in a black suit, complete with sunglasses. He 
patted him self as he ran a checklist. "Gun, pokeballs, and sunglasses. You got the sword, 
so we're ready," Ash said hurriedly as he kissed May on the cheek. "Don't eat all the 
food while we're gone, ok?" Ash hurried out the door with Brock and slammed the door 
behind them. 
	The drive to the construction site was a quick one, with them arriving just 3 
minutes shy of the agreed time. As Ash hopped out of his car, he felt around his pocket 
and cursed. 
	"What is it, Ash?" Brock asked as they walked inside the site towards the woman
standing in the middle of the empty concrete. 
	"Forgot Dexter. Max said he was done with the modifications and added a palm 
pilot function to it. I wanted to play around with it on the way back."
	They both stopped as they reached the table set up in front of the young woman. 
She was a very attractive redhead, wearing a business suit that hugged all of her curves. 
Her long red fingernails clicked on the table as Ash and Brock placed the sword on the 
table. 
	"Alright Roxanne," Brock said, "Let's do this."



 	The drive to their target's house was a long and silent one, with each member of 
the team calculating their moves. The whole team worked like a clock, and if one of them 
screwed up, they were all in trouble. And if their target was as good as they said; there 
had better be no mistakes. 
	The van slowly pulled up and its inhabitants quickly and silently piled out of the 
van and surrounded the house. Misty raised her hand and pointed towards the front door, 
signaling to the two agents holding the battering ram to advance. Swiftly, they moved to 
the door and swung the massive piece of metal back and broke down the door. 
	Gary pulled out his gun and screamed, "Go, now!!" Agents burst through the 
windows and piled in through all the available doors, with Misty right behind them. A 
young woman with brown hair screamed as she saw the team come advance toward her. 
"On the ground, now!! Put your hands on your head!!" Jenkins screamed as he pulled the 
gun to her head. "Gary, check the back. They might be trying to escape!!" 
	Gary nodded as he and two others searched the other rooms, finding nothing. 
"Perfect, they're not even here." Gary headed back while Tippins, another agent, heard a 
sound from the closet. "Oak, I think they're in here," he said before being met with a 
door to his face. Max tore out of the closet, and tried jumping out the nearby window 
before being tackled by Gary. 
	"Nice try. Now where are Brock and Ash?!" he said as he snapped handcuffs on 
him. Max fell silent as he was hoisted up. "I'm only going to ask one more time. Where 
are they?!" 
	"Gary, I know where they are," Misty said as she held up Dexter. "They've got an 
appointment with someone named Roxanne."



	"Kinda strange for you to come here alone. Most of our clients have two or three 
bodyguards with them," Ash remarked.
	Roxanne smirked. "Well, Mr. Ketchum, I'm a big girl. I can take of myself. I trust 
the sword wasn't damaged? I heard about your little skirmish with the Special Forces last 
night."
	Ash and Brock both looked at each other, surprised. "You mean those were 
Special Forces? Wow, I am lucky then. The sword is fine; you can look at it yourself if 
you want. You mind if I smoke?" Ash said as he pulled a pack out of his pocket.
	"No, not at all. Those things are dangerous, you know." 
	Ash chuckled. "You sound like my girlfriend. I'll be fine."
	Roxanne smiled as she lifted the sword out of its sheath. Her eyes lit up as she 
inspected it, examining every section of the weapon. "Finally. I've been looking for this 
for quite a while now. I guess you're expecting your payment, right?" 
	Ash nodded as he lit his cigarette, a flash glinting out of the corner of his eye. He 
nudged Brock, who immediately knew what to do. "Yeah, we would like our money 
now," he said as he lifted the sword up again. "We're not exactly the March of Dimes 
here." 
	Roxanne lifted up a large suitcase. "Enjoy, boys. I hope you spend it well." She 
smirked again, pulled her sunglasses on, and turned to leave. Ash quickly pulled out his 
pokeball and tossed it onto the ground, revealing in a flash of energy a bright red Scizor.
	"Scizor, take out that sniper over there on the rooftop!!" Scizor grunted and 
disappeared in a flash. "We do not take betrayal lightly, Roxanne. Did you honestly think 
you could backstab us like this?!" Ash exclaimed. 
	She turned and smiled. "Yes, I do." A gunshot rang out and barely missed 
Brock's leg by a few mere inches. Brock cursed and kicked the table over for cover and 
ducked behind it. 
	Ash dropped to the ground and yelled. "Scizor, check the entire site and take out 
the snipers!! We're going after Roxanne!! Come on Brock, we gotta get to the car!" They 
began a sprint towards the car, dodging the bullets that came raining down at them from 
the rooftops. Brock yanked open the door as Ash slid across the hood and hopped in. 
	"Ash, what's that sound?" Brock inquired as he turned the ignition. Tearing 
around the corner came the answer, sirens blaring.
	"Shit, it's the cops!!! Brock, go!!" Ash yelled. Brock slammed his foot on the 
accelerator and began pursuit of Roxanne who had just peeled out. The world blurred as 
the car sped faster and faster, chasing their quarry as she pulled onto the freeway. Brock 
weaved in and out of the traffic, never letting his foot off the gas for a second, the police 
giving chase behind.
	The car pulled alongside Roxanne, the two having a battle for the road as 
Roxanne rammed them repeatedly. Ash removed his Desert Eagle from its holster as he 
yelled for Brock to pull around on her other side. Brock slammed on the brakes and let 
her speed ahead before stepping on the accelerator again, this time pulling up with her on 
the passenger side. Ash stuck his hand out of the window, firing at the tires of her 
vehicle. 
	Roxanne answered with a well placed gunshot to the truck in front of them, 
carrying a load of chains. The bed snapped open, and the metal shrapnel hurled towards 
both cars. A tire popped and Roxanne desperately braked, spinning her car into the 
opposite direction before taking off again, sparks flying from the damaged wheel. 
"Brock, turn around!! She's going the other way!!" he yelled.
	"Are you out of your mind!? That's incoming traffic, and we've got the police 
right on our tail!!" Brock exclaimed, before dodging another chain that flew towards 
them. "Oh my god, look what the chains were holding!!" One chain remained, 
desperately trying to anchor a washing machine in place. 
	Ash's eyes went wide. "Brock, turn now before-," he tried to yell before the chain 
snapped. The machine flew into the air and careened into the road, ripping apart on 
impact, sending hordes of shrapnel through the air. Brock slammed the steering wheel to 
the right, trying to dodge the flying metal, until a gear slashed the tire.
	The car lurched to the right, and flipped in the air, crashing into the road below. 
The last thing Ash and Brock saw was the concrete rushing to meet them before 
everything went black.