Landing Zone Jolly 1200 hours Airstrip Delta, 2372 Ash stood next to a tall Sergeant who kept wiping his nose on his sleeve. Wipe. Wipe. Wipe. “My God, man!” Ash finally shouted. “Use a freaking tissue!” The NCO glanced at ash and went back to wiping his nose. Wipe. Wi- A C-5 Galaxy touched down at the far end of the dirt runway and slowly skidded to a stop, spraying dust everywhere. Ash and the others waited for the 3 Strykers were unloaded before proceeding into the bay and getting ready for the long flight back to Kanto. “LEAVEEEE!!! LEAVEEE!!!!!!” Ash ran around in circles in front of the C-5 the minute he got off. “Look kid, we gotta clear the runway or else-“a F-14 Tomcat had just slammed into the back of the Galaxy. “Aw, crap…” Ash walked out of the gate and vaulted into a jeep with Suicune and Tibbes. “So this is saffron… “Hey, I remember this place!” Tibbes suddenly exclaimed, nudging suicune. Suicune stared blankly in front of him. “Did a lot to this place in the saffron rebellion of 65’…” Tibbes suddenly fell quiet. “Yeah… yeah I guess we did…” The rest of the trip to the pokemon center was quiet, with both suicune and tibbes looking out the window. “Well well well…” Colonel Sanders (remember him?) paced back and forth in front of his desk in Rocketeer Compound 4. “Shot again, eh? 4th time this year…” “Well… sir this time it was completely unexpected!” exclaimed Jessie feeling the bandage on her back. “I mean, who would know they let hospital patients carry guns?” “It was a MASH, not a hospital, keep that in mind…” Sanders interjected. The conversation was broken up by Antiaircraft fire. Sanders ran to the window to see a F-117 explode in a fireball and skid across the compound, taking out 20 rockiteers in the process. Sanders swore loudly. “Get a team to clean that up, I want the elites assembled for inspection in my office by 0800 hours!” “Yessir!” Persian watched everything from under sander’s desk. “Did you get that?” he whispered into the tiny microphone. To Be continued…