Pokemon WAR- plans for NO.7: Crime Pays in Lead

          When ash awoke, he was lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by men in 
hazmat suits.  Ash wet his pants.  The men in hazmat suits could tell.  “Oh 
crap, man…” said the first.  The second took off his gas mask and it was… 
professor oak?!  “Ok what the heck is going on here I spefically recall being 
captured by rocketeers!  “Oh, we did a trade” said the first guy, taking off his 
mask to reveal Pierre Von Dak.  “Uh… who did you give em?” said ash.  Von Dak 
laughed.  “Oh nobody important…”

 

          At rocketeer compound 16A, Giovanni was throwing a temper tantrum as 
Colonel Sanders lay drugged up and unconscious, leaning on Giovanni’s chair.  
Jessie and James walked out of the room.  “I thought the boss would be happy to 
have us back...” said James.  Walking into the Ukrainian bar next door to 16A, 
they were greeted by a Nazi with a KLB-116.  “Allo!” said the Nazi.  “Want 
lemon? NO LEMON! HAHAHAHA!”  At this the Nazi began to dance like a Russian.  
James began to cry.  “Lemon….” sobbed James.  “Me want lemon…”  “HAHAHAHA” 
laughed the Nazi.  Jessie jump-kicked his head off.  The soviet sitting at the 
bar with a hammer as one hand and a sickle as the other had a bit of difficulty 
drinking his beer.  He either smashed the bottle or cut it in half.  But that 
has nothing to do with our story.  

 

Lieutenant General June Ghengas walked down the dark corridor deep within the 
bunker under Clifton Rock.  Cells dotted this hallway, and all kinds of 
prisoners, pokemon and human and hybrid alike, reached out for a chance to grab 
the keys to their cell from June.  June put her hand on the revolver, still in 
the compartment in her belt… It had been a long time since she had to use it…

 

          Misty and Brock sat in their cell on death row like good little 
convicts.  Misty was in for helping ash escape and Brock was in for desertion 
during wartime.  Footsteps echoed down the narrow hallway as a man dressed in a 
hooded secrete service uniform, face concealed, unlocked their cell.  “It’s 
time” he said.  They joined up with Ghengas at the next corridor.  The four of 
them said nothing as they walked up the stairs and into the bustling compound of 
Clifton Rock.  And towards the firing squad impounds…

TO BE CONTINUED