Pokemon WAR- plans for NO.9: Ash on leave

          A warm spring breeze blew through Clifton Rock’s central compound as 
Ash walked out of Barracks 4.  The sun was glinting off the gentile waves 
lapping at the docks and slipways as ash walked behind the main office.  Jessica 
Salem, a grimace on her face, ran out of the office toward the awaiting MGM-13 
(space transport).  “Why could anyone be in a rush on a day like today?” Ash 
thought.  The mail van had just pulled into the gates and Ash, along with many 
others, ran to get their mail.  A girl in a medic’s uniform ran up to the front.  
Ash recognized her as… misty?  “Misty?” inquired ash. “I thought Ghengas knocked 
you off!?”  “Nah, me and Brock were drafted instead.  Turns out, Ghengas never 
has any intention of killing us.  But she’s getting married to Von Dak, you 
know…”  Taking his mail, ash thumbed through his letters as misty went on about 
the latest Clifton Rock gossip.  “YESSSS!” ash screamed suddenly.  “A leave 
notice!”  Ash immediately ran into his barracks and packed his bags.  “Lessee… I 
got two weeks off… and if I’m not back by then I can be court marshaled… 
cooool!”  Ash ran out of his barracks and flashed his letter to the gate guards 
who let him pass without a problem.  Walking past the walls into Vermillion city 
was something ash had waited his whole life for.  

 

          Ash went all over in the two weeks. He visited Oak, and his friends, 
and even General Suicune “Ha ha you’re in the army!” said ash.  “Well, not 
technically.” Said suicune.  “I’m an officer, and can give myself leave any time 
I want.”  Ash began to cry.  “I wanna be an officer! WAH!”  But anyway, two 
weeks and one day had passed.  Yet ash was in the Ukrainian bar next to Rocket 
Compound 16A, drinking his beer (but since he was a drafted soldier they didn’t 
realize he was only 11…) The Nazi was punishing people.  “You want hot sauce on 
omelet? NO HOT SAUCE! Take Whistchester sauce! HAHAHAHA!”  Ash was very happy. 
Until he knew he had outstayed his leave by a month.  And June Ghengas, being 
married to Admiral Von Dak (who gets a paycheck of 25 million every six months) 
decided to be addicted to caviar.  Misty walked by the firing squad compounds 
and saw soldiers polishing their AK-47s.  Meowth had noticed these changes, too.  
“Something’s gonna happen” he said.  “I know for sure… something’s gonna 
happen…”

TO BE CONTINUED