Master The Unexpected Prologue: Reintroduction’s A lush green countryside surrounded the small houses. It was a beautiful summer day in the small town of Pallet as a group of Pokemon trainers walked up a hill towards a large building. The large laboratory stood out among the other buildings and smaller residences of the area. A blue haired girl about the age of 18 walked along the fence that lead to the building. She wore a simple red t-shirt with a picture of a Ditto on the front and a pair of blue jeans. She stopped for a minute to watch a pack of Rattata scurrying around in front of the building along with many other kinds of Pokemon. “Wow there must be hundreds of Pokemon here.” “Thousands actually, if you count the ones gramps keeps for other trainers.” A man that seemed a little older then the blue haired girl spoke up. His appearance seemed to express his relaxed attitude. He wore a dark blue shirt, unbuttoned over a white t-shirt with baggy jeans. His hair was a light brown color that was worn long, but spiky. A tall, tanned man stopped walking when he saw the rest of his group had stopped in front of the fence. He had short, dark brown hair that was spiked straight up and it seemed that he was the oldest of the group. He wore black baggy jeans and a black t-shirt that showed his muscled arms. He stood and pondered for a moment as he put a hand to his chin and rubbed it lightly. “I always wondered how the Professor took care of so many Pokemon.. I’m a breeder and I find it hard taking care of the few Pokemon that I receive from trainers at my center.” “Well you have to remember that he has been doing this for years, way before any of us were born that’s for sure.” A petite girl with long dark brown hair spoke up. She sat on the fence as she twirled a strand of her hair around a finger, being careful not to ruin her manicure. She was also 18 but she appeared younger than her age. Her attire consisted of a tight, white, short sleeved shirt and a black skirt that was 4 inches above the knee but flowed loosely as she walked. Her face possessed an aristocratic beauty and her voice conveyed a conceited attitude. “Did Tracey say what the Prof. wanted us for Brock?” A tall girl questioned the tanned man. Flaming red hair cascaded down her back as she stared up at the building. Her clothes were simple yet they complemented her curvaceous figure. She was dressed in a short blue tank top that showed her middle and tight faded jeans. The ocean blue shirt brought out the blue in her eyes. Next to her feet was a white bird-like Pokemon that started to pull at her jeans. “Toge Togetic” The redhead bent down and scooped the Pokemon up in her arms. “No, he just said it was important and that he needed to speak to us right away.” “I make a bet it has something to do with all the Team Rocket attacks that have been going on lately.” “Yeah but Gary, what could we do to help?” Duplica asked. “Please, Team Rocket, those weaklings. I could easily beat any one of those wimpy Team Rocket thugs. My Pokemon are much better trained than anything they got,” Giselle stated. “Yeah but how about beating a group of a hundred or more Pokemon single-handedly, while also taking out their trainers?” Brock reasoned. “Yeah who do you think you are, the mysterious man in black?” Misty pointed out. “Oh, if I could only meet him,” Duplica sighed. “Why, what would you do?” Brock inquired. “What would I do? Well first of all I’d...never mind, I don’t think my descriptions would be appropriate for your virgin ears to hear,” Duplica said mockingly. “My virgin ears! I’ll have you know..” Brock was cut off by Gary who had gotten annoyed listening to the pointless conversation. “Look, I know we are all curious to find out why gramps called us here. However, we are never going to find out anything if we just sit around here all day so let’s get going.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The first thing that came into view inside the large laboratory were beautiful pictures of nearly every Pokemon known to existence, and a few that are said only to exist in legends. These pictures decorated the wall on the left side of the room. It seemed to be a mural that stretched from one side of the wall to the other. On the floor lay several white sheets with paint stains on them. The sheets were spread all over the room, draped over furniture and other upholstery. There were several paint cans laying on the ground, most of them empty. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, and you know what’s even more unbelievable? I’m actually enjoying it.” A tall, athletically toned man dressed in paint splattered blue jeans and a white t-shirt that revealed his muscular arms, stood at the south side of the room as he talked to what appeared to be a large half-empty tub of a red substance. He held a brush in his hand as he moved it upon and down in nice, even strokes, coloring the wall a bright white each time the brush made contact. His spiky, raven hair obscured his vision as he tried to brush it out of his face with his hand without getting paint on himself. A sound of a door opening distracted the perspiring painter from his job as he turned around to look at the 5 trainers who just entered the laboratory. He got a good look at the group as he slowly turned away with a smirk on his face and continued to paint. “Whoa! What’s going on here?” Brock along with the other 4 trainers studied the room. “Oh yeah, gramps said a couple of weeks ago that he was thinking of repainting the lab entrance. In fact when he first called me to come here I thought he was going to have me do it. Thank God he got some hired help to do the job, I’m not into manual labor.” Misty rolled her eyes as she felt tapping on her shoulder. “Misty look over there,” Duplica spoke excitedly as she whispered into Misty’s ear. Misty’s eyes followed Duplica’s finger that pointed to the south wall. Misty was confused at first at the excitement of her friend, however confusion turned to amazement as she finally saw what Duplica was motioning at. “Oh my God!”