Do Mews make good fighters?

Discalimer- The Shadow Gang do not belong to me. They belong to Chrissie 
Chimeria. Pokemon do not belong to me I wish they did but they don't. The 
S.A.S don't belong to me either. Practically nothing does. At least the 
character is mine, but she is in a Pokemon body so she doesn't really belong 
to me.

Quietly the COM link in Rogers ear crackled to life. After listening to what 
was said Roger turned it off. He turned to the four men lying in the bushes 
beside him. With the butt of his gun he tapped out a Morse code message to 
the men around him. At the moment he and his men were in a cornfield 
preparing to ambush a group of Shadow gang members. They had been tracking 
them already for thirty minutes waiting for the best time to ambush and 
scouting out the resistance in the field. But the message had been urgent. 
Another group of Shadow gang men had been sighted entering the woods 
apparently after some children who had been spotted earlier. It seemed Roger 
was the closest and one of the few units not embroiled in battle. But first 
they would deal with the men in front of them. There were ten of the Shadow 
gang members in front of them nervously searching the corn for enemies. From 
their movements Roger could see that none of them were used to this style of 
fighting. They were simply blundering forward making lots of noise alerting 
anyone near to their presence. In comparison the five men trailing them made 
little or no noise at all. With the way the men were positioned they were 
open to a grenade attack or being surrounded by gunfire, so tightly packed 
they were. But this style of attack was too noisy. A lull had set over this 
field of battle and to use guns or grenades would draw any of the men nearby 
to them. Something Roger didn’t want. While tracking the men he and his 
companions had kept a sharp lookout for any Pokemon or Pokeball’s. But there 
were none in sight. Either they had none, which was unlikely, or they had 
been lost or killed. In the beginning of the battle almost all of the 
trainer’s had let loose their Pokemon to fight alongside them. But gunfire 
and the Darkens carved a bloody field through these. There were still some 
about mostly searching about for their trainer’s or trying to escape. It 
would be well for him, Roger thought, not to consider the possibility that 
Pokemon might be hidden some where on the men’s bodies. Roger moved his hand 
and the five men moved out to surround the small group. His eyes on this 
victim Roger crept silently forward going behind the man in front of him. 
With a swift movement his arm shot out his hand closing over the mans mouth. 
In the same movement his other hand which now held a dagger, stabbed into 
the mans throat and with a sharp pull disabled him. Letting the body drop 
his foot was already rising, as the man in front of him turned round, to 
catch him in the groin. As the man gasped Roger had already moved behind him 
and slit his throat. In a couple of seconds the ten men were dead, not a 
shot being fired in the whole process. The five men had taken two men each 
moving on to the second just after killing the first. The A.T.A.S trained 
highly efficient killers. When the government had given the operation the 
“Yes” the operation had stated to take no prisoner’s except Giovanni, or 
Sharpe or one of their higher ranked officer’s, no one else. Team Rocket had 
caused enough trouble and the government had already stated an ultimatum to 
anyone in either gang. Surrender or die. It was a tough policy from a 
government that knew it was likely to lose at the next election and that 
needed to do something drastic if they were to stay in power. Moving forward 
silently Roger and his companions continued through the cornfield towards 
the wood, which was just beside it. A hostage situation could be dangerous.

Susan considered the trees in front of her carefully before continuing to 
move forward. In front of them they could hear noise, something was coming 
towards them. All the Pokemon were straining their ears to try and find out 
how many but they had no idea. Glancing back at Misty’s body Susan was glad 
she was still asleep. Humans made too much noise, the Pokemon were quieter 
and able to move through the thick undergrowth easier. “Should we attack?” 
the Vaporean whispered to Susan. Susan shook her head. “We don’t know how 
many there are. We don’t want to get into a firefight with a large enemy. 
Remember it only takes one bullet…” But just in case the Pokemon moved up 
into the trees, dragging Misty with them. If they had to attack, fighting 
from an elevated position would help them. Another advantage was the fact 
that humans rarely looked up. It would make a good hiding place if they 
didn’t attack. Up in the tree Susan unsheathed her claws and arched her 
tail. She was readying herself for battle, preparing herself to come down on 
who over passed below if the need came. Her eyes were also squinting into 
the area of tree’s and bushes trying to see from where the attackers were 
going to come from. Suddenly the bush started to shake and move as people 
started to move through them. A brief glance told Susan that the Pokemon 
around Susan were preparing attacks to fire down at any enemies. At the 
worst they were going to go down fighting. But Susan knew she wasn’t going 
to die. It would take more than a few men to deal with her. At least a 
couple of Darkens. But only five people moved from the foliage and none of 
the Pokemon attacked them. The next couple of minute was filled with 
laughter and joy as Pokemon were reunited with their masters. But Susan 
didn’t feel like joining them. She felt like getting back to the battle. Ash 
happened to look up as she made her way along a branch away from them. 
“Susan where are you going?” Brock and the other three looked up at this as 
well as the Pokemon who looked surprised. “I’m heading back to the battle. 
I’m not needed here any more.” “This isn’t your fight, Susan. Just change 
back and we will leave.” The Pokemon looked shocked at this but Joe and the 
two girls had been told about Susan as they had made their way here. “I’ll 
be back in a while, I just have a couple of things to take care of.” And 
before they could say anything Susan disappeared through the foliage. 
Unnoticed by everyone Sharpe and his company of 15 veterans watched on. 
Sharpe had dispensed with all but the elite of the men he had gathered round 
him. He had told them to flee from here and that he would contact them 
later. Sharpe wasn’t happy about losing the chance to get the Mew but he 
knew she would be back. And when she did she would have a little surprise.

Hurriedly Dr Mhuy rushed from the lift not really looking around him. As 
soon as he could with safety he had left the battlefield to get back to his 
lab. There were certain things he needed to get. Certain files he needed to 
take before he left. Copies of his work on the computer as well as his data 
on the Darkens. The A.T.A.S had promised a safe house for him to live on. 
All he needed now was to get his data and get on one of the helicopters. He 
had already called to the Darkens by a silent whistle to gather by the 
Shadow Gang buildings but after getting tiered of waiting he had decided to 
go and get his files by himself. It was unlikely that he was going to meet 
anyone in the building and if he did why would have any reason to suspect a 
scientist? Early on he had been approached by the army about becoming a 
mole. He agreed immediately. He had only joined the Shadow Gang because of 
their huge resources and the fact he was allowed to continue on with his 
work with no one bothering him with rules or regulations. He pushed open the 
door to his inner lab and turned on the computer immediately. It was only 
while it was booting up that Mhuy heard the footstep behind him. He whipped 
round to find the imposing figure of Harper behind him. He hadn’t noticed 
the man in the shadows when he had entered the room. “Oh its only you.” he 
said relieved. But Harper said nothing but removed his knife from its sheath 
and started to swirl it between his fingers. “You seem jumpy Doctor. You are 
not hiding anything from me are you?” The doctor spluttered nervously. “Of 
course I’m not hiding anything. Why would you say that?” “No reason,” Harper 
said walked closer, “other than this of course.” He said holding up an army 
standard transmitter. “And this.” he said holing up a codebook. “Not very 
good at hiding are you, my friend.” Mhuy shrank back away from the man 
edging up against the wall. “Sharpe and I have been wondering for quite a 
while who was the mole. But neither of us suspected you. We didn’t think you 
would have the bravery, or courage.” “If you lay a, a finger on me the 
Darkens will rip you shreds.” Mhuy replied in a shaky voice. “Your little 
pets are proving to be quite useful to us but they are not here and you are 
quite alone. Ever been tortured before?” Harper asked while moving still 
closer towards the doctor.

Susan didn’t know what had made her leave Ash and the others. It was just a 
strange feeling she had. Something bad was going to happen and it was 
something to do with the doctor. Susan had a bone to pick with the doctor 
anyway, several questions she wanted to ask, and several computers she 
wanted to destroy. The Darkens that were alive were bad enough. She didn’t 
want anymore to be created. Skirting the edge of the wood she caught a view 
of the battlefield. Hardened to pain as she was, the sight of so many bodies 
Pokemon and human alike was devastating. It had been pure slaughter; 
hundreds were lying dead or dying in that one field. And the gunfire she 
heard alerted her to the fact that the fighting was still going on. Three 
Helicopters hiding behind the deserted building revealed to her that the 
A.T.A.S were here and the large convoy she could see in the distance showed 
the army and police were finally getting involved. It would take them maybe 
ten minutes to get her. They were going to bring an end to this private war. 
Thus seeing that her time was limited Susan flew towards the opening in the 
base that she had made before. She was going to have to be quick. She hadn’t 
seen the Darkens since their fight with Mewtwo, they could be anywhere now. 
It was unlikely that they would have fled the battlefield. They could even 
be hunting her now. As she a couple of shots were aimed at her but none of 
them hit. Luckily for her the A.T.A.S hadn’t trained their big guns down at 
her. She would have been in big trouble then. As she dipped down through the 
hole she had made earlier she took one last glance into the forest. She 
hoped she had made the right decision by leaving them alone in the woods but 
as Blue had said <They are unlikely to see the children as a threat so they 
probably will leave them alone. It was that probably that they were betting 
on. She padded along the corridors that she trekked with the other Pokemon 
only a little time before. Mew’s had an excellent memory she was beginning 
to find. Almost everything Susan or Blue had ever seen or heard was 
committed to memory ready to be brought up later <Physics are generally very 
intelligent, comes with all the Physic power. Pink is still asleep. >Blue 
said significantly reminding Susan to keep her voice low. <Ok Blue > Susan 
was about to ask Blue something when she was interrupted by a high-pitched 
scream. <Mhuy! >< We have to get down there now> Susan said breaking into a 
run. Rounding a bend she was in sight of the elevator when the door’s opened 
and Harper came running out, bloody knife still in hand. He stopped dead 
when he noticed the small pink cat in front of him. But Susan noticed no 
fear in the large man in front of her. In fact a smirk came to his lips. 
“Well, well. It seems all the loose ends are coming together. You shouldn’t 
have come back here.” “Why did you kill the doctor?” Susan’s voice was cold 
and emotionless. While watching Harper carefully she was beginning to 
concentrate her power, it looked like she was going to need it. “The 
“Doctor”” Harper said sarcastically, “was really a traitor. A spy for the 
A.T.A.S. The Shadow Gang doesn’t tolerate Spy’s, just like it doesn’t 
tolerate escapees. You were lucky last time, but you have none of your 
friends are you now. Its just you and me.” Susan’s response was to hold up 
her paw. As she started to concentrate energy started to crackle around her 
paw. Harper’s eyes widened as a ball of energy formed in front of her paw. 
Retracting her hand slightly she threw this at him. It was thanks to 
Harper’s quick reactions that he managed to leap to one side narrowly 
missing the attack. The resulting explosion caught him and threw him through 
the air but even as was hit his finger squeezed the trigger of his 
sub-machine gun, which was pointed directly at Susan. Just before he hit the 
wall Harper watched with incredulity as Susan simply moved her paw pushing 
the bullets from her with Physic energy. Unfortunately for Harper as he hit 
the wall the gun was thrown from his hand but he still managed to keep hold 
of his knife. He was up quickly eyeing the Mew with a little more respect. 
It would be best not to underestimate her. His eyes also darted to the gun 
but Susan removed any thought of his to use this when she destroyed it with 
another Physic attack. Harper’s eyes were back on the Mew, before he started 
to move forward. With those Physic attacks of her’s it might be better to 
get into close combat. But Susan didn’t move a muscle as he closed with her. 
Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and she was on two feet again. 
The only problem Harper had was that she was so much smaller than him; she 
only reached up to his knees even when on two feet. He would have to bend 
down to get a swipe at her. He beginning to get angry at her self assured 
expression. She couldn’t even be bothered to lift a hand to block. Well her 
mistake, he thought and he hacked down with amazing speed for a man of his 
size. But Susan’s move was quicker, her tail hitting into his arm preventing 
the stab from hitting. Harper tried to push down with more force but the 
tail was too strong, he was unable to budge it. Suddenly it retracted and he 
fell forward on her, or he would have if she hadn’t leaped out from 
underneath his body. Things seemed to slow down for Susan, or at least the 
rest of the world did. She was still moving at normal speed. Readying her 
tail she hacked into his shoulder with extreme force. By the time Harper hit 
the ground a scream had already left his lips and he clutched at the huge 
wound. It was so deep; the arm was barely still attached to his body. 
Landing smoothly on her four paws Susan eyed Harper up. “There is no pint in 
you fighting me any more. You know you can’t win.” Harper growled something 
in response so Susan walked closer raising her tail up so he could see the 
blood drip off it. “Do you want to get hurt like this again? Face it you are 
no match for me.” But before he could answer the halls were filled with 
noise, screams and anguish and of pain. Distracted for a second Susan 
glanced towards the elevator before Harper’s punched clouted her on the side 
of the head. By the time she raised her head she saw Harper disappearing 
round the corner. For a second she was frozen wondering wither she should 
try and go after him or continue on to destroy the computers. But she had 
kept still for too long. Her reverie was broken by the sound of the lift 
door opening. Turning she felt her heart skip a beat. The eight Darken filed 
out of the lift led by their leader. Their faces were pits of rage and 
anger. Froth was coming from their lips and their teeth were bared. 
Seemingly all at the same time they all noticed Susan standing in front of 
them. But for this one time they might have ignored her. Went on, on their 
search for the killer of their creator. But any idea of this was shattered 
when they noticed the blood dripping from the tail spike of the Mew. For a 
second they were surprised. Each of them staring at the tail seemingly in 
wonder. Then their rage overflowed. With the sight of the nine charging her, 
Susan had no choice. Turning tail she sprinted up the corridor followed 
closely behind by the Darkens. But while concentrating on her running Susan 
didn’t notice the way they were going, only that it was a different route 
than she had taken before. But as she slid round one corner her heart sank. 
A dead end.

It only took Sharpe and his men less than a minute to capture Ash and the 
others. Ignoring the children to begin with they struck against the Pokemon. 
These men were ex comrades of Sharpe when he had been in the army and they 
joined him when he had created the Shadow Gang. Trained extensively they 
were his elite bodyguard. Silently getting into position they all struck 
simultaneously. They struck hard and fast and with chilling precision. 
Sharpe had ordered them not to kill the Pokemon, could be useful or could be 
used to get the trainer’s co-operation. The Pokemon were not expecting an 
attack, they were off guard still reuniting with their masters. Striking the 
Pokemon in the heads with their guns, most of them were unconscious before 
they even realised they were being attacked. The Growlith and the Vaporean 
managed to hold on blinking through the blood. But these two were then dealt 
with before they could even launch an attack. After a moments shock both 
Brock and Joe charged forward with Ash straight behind them. Sharpe dealt 
with the three of them, a kick into Brock stomach, punch into Ash’s and he 
head butted Joe in the face. After watching the boys fail the girls offered 
no resistance. Soon all their arms were bound behind their backs and the 
Pokemon were trapped in steel enforced nets. Now Sharpe and his party were 
moving away from the area. They had their hostages now; they needed nothing 
else from this forest. What they needed now was to flee from their base. 
Normally Sharpe would have thought of digging in and setting up defences. 
But he only had 15 men with him, and only two of these had Pokemon. His own 
Pokemon were still in their balls but none of them had healed enough yet to 
be of any use for him. He needed to get to a van and get out of here before 
Police or army people arrived. He hadn’t seen any yet but he knew they would 
be here soon. The A.T.A.S men here were vulnerable, there were only a few of 
them, and the Shadow Gang heavily outnumbered them. But again he cursed the 
confusion of the battle. Harper had planned a strategy but that had been 
before the Darkens had attacked Team Rocket causing them to release their 
Pokemon. He and Harper had been willing to bet that Pokemon wouldn’t be 
released until late on in the battle, the battle had been likely to be a 
shootout and very few trainer’s would let their Pokemon out in conditions 
like that. But they had been and they been slaughtered. Few Pokemon could 
stand up to bullets. Even war Veterans like himself had felt him stomach 
lurch with the hundreds of bodies lying out in the fields and then the human 
slaughter started. But it was so confused, everyone spread out. And now any 
chance of annihilating a company of the A.T.A.S was gone. He knew where they 
were, in the tower. But he didn’t have enough men to try and assault them. 
So instead he was going to have to try and use hostages. But he didn’t like 
this option much. If it was police or regular army he might know but the 
A.T.A.S were vicious. He wouldn’t put it past them to just open up with the 
machine guns or try and sniper him. But it was the only chance he had. All 
the vans were near the A.T.A.S, out in the open. He had considered trying to 
go across country but the terrain was open and nowhere near civilisation. He 
would be caught within three hours, one if they had helicopters. They were 
approaching the end of the forest and he was preparing himself to jump if 
they started to shoot. Suddenly he heard a noise from behind him. It was 
quiet crack, a branch or something. It was too quiet to be an animal; 
someone or some people were out there. Or was he over reacting, nerves 
maybe. Waving at three of the men to keep their guns on the prisoners he 
took the other eleven to check out the noise.

Susan bared her teeth as she backed into the corner. Her claws were out and 
her eyes were moving quickly trying to keep sight of all the Darkens. Why 
hadn’t she been more careful to watch where she was going? Once outside she 
had an advantage, she was able to fly and she could have escaped. Fighting 
all of these things at once was not an option. But it seemed she had no 
other choice. Well at least, she thought grimly, I’ll a few of these things 
down with me. They will not forget the day they messed with me. Suddenly she 
realised that the Darken leader had made his way to the front of the Darkens 
and was speaking to her. She noticed he could barely control his anger. “Why 
did you do it? Why did you kill him? He had helped you!”
“Who do you think I have killed?” “Don’t play with us! You tortured him and 
then you killed him. We can still see his blood on you.” Another one-stepped 
forward looking his eyes wild and his mouth frothing. “When we are finished 
with you your blood will decorate this whole corridor. For everything you 
did to him we will make you feel a hundred times!” Susan was going to repeat 
her earlier statement but decided against it. They would probably lose it 
and attack her. It was going to happen eventually but she wanted to hold it 
off as long as possible and she wanted to be the one to start the attack. 
But she was running out of time. The Darkens were moving towards her, 
cutting off any exit and cornering her in further. Well, she would think of 
something. She would have to. And if not? <Going down fighting isn’t too bad 
a way to go. And you never know, something might happen. > Suddenly she 
darted forward smashing her fist into a Darkens face. She was still at full 
power after her fight with Harper and none of them had an aura yet. She 
might still have a chance…

Roger swore under his breath. Sharpe had more men than he had expected. And 
from their uniforms he could see they were no normal Shadow Gang men. The 
personal bodyguards, and Sharpe was there too. He had been considered for 
the A.T.A.S but they eventually shelved the idea when he went AWOL and 
joined Team Rocket. From the file that Roger had read about him, he knew he 
was a formidable opponent and from what Roger could see he was still fit. 
And they were outnumbered three to one. His instructors had told him never 
to attempt odds like this. There was no point trying to be a hero for no 
need. Life wasn’t like a computer game where one man could take on a 
hundred. But he knew he wouldn’t withdraw. They still had the hostages and 
unless they were freed Sharpe would escape. Roger sighed, and then motioned 
his men to crawl forward.

Suiceene- Thanks for the two new review's I got. I think I got an award or 
at least a stamp of approval. I'm thinking of maybe continuing this, 
certainly if I get more reviews.