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Category: General
Rating: PG-13
AN: Ok, it’s been a bit longer than a few weeks. More like a few months. I’m sorry, and to show my regret I’ve
also uploaded a new story, which should be up with this one. Also I’ve revised
chapters 1 to 3 a bit. No big difference, but at least now they’re horrible and
readable, instead of just horrible.
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Fight For
Freedom.
By: WeirdDutchGuy,
email: swampthing1132[at]hotmail[dot]com
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Chapter Nine: Setting Sail.
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“I don’t even know if it really is Kane who’s planning this attack.
Sure, it all bears his mark except the leaking of the date and time of the
attack. Would he purposely leak that? And if so, why?” Ever since
the storytelling Chris had been wandering through the corridors of the base.
He’d been thinking about Kane at first but now he was seeking ways of
connecting Kane to the impending attack on
“Unless he wanted
“Whoops, sorry! Huh? Chris! I was looking for you, why
did you run off like that?! Hell, why didn’t you tell me what happened?!”
John’s surprise quickly changed to anger once he realized who he just slammed
into.
“Give it a rest John.” Chris sighed. He really needed
a distraction. He needed something to take his mind off of things.
“I had as much right to know what happened as you! You
should’ve told me!” John pressed on.
“I said give it a rest! It was hard enough seeing it,
but reliving it just now… Now he’s stuck in my head.” After the outburst John
wisely decided to stop pushing, not to mention his curiosity getting the better
of him again.
“Who, Kane? It helps letting it go you
know. Stop worrying about it. There’s nothing you could do.” He said as he
tried to show he cared.
“That’s not it. It’s just… I keep trying to see
connections that aren’t there. Somehow I’m firmly convinced he’s behind this
attack on Cinnabar. But it doesn’t make sense. Why the time?”
Either Chris failed to notice his brother’s attempt, or he was just too
preoccupied with his thoughts.
“It’s quite easy really; whoever is planning this
likes to know when everything’s going to happen. That’s all.” John’s words set
off a new thought wave.
“You know, that’s not such a bad reason. Kane knows we
know the time, so he’ll think we’ll show up just before that time. That way
he’ll have a rough estimate of when we arrive. That means the time doesn’t mean
a thing, and I have a feeling he’ll be waiting for us. John,
that attack could be happening right now!” He’d found his link, but was
shocked at this new insight nonetheless. They’d have to hurry.
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The loading of the ships went along schedule, the men
were ready and everything was planned out to even the minutest detail. Kane was
sure nothing could go wrong now. By the end of the next day he would’ve rid
himself of the three biggest threats and all that would remain in his way would
be Giovanni. That was an obstacle easily taken. Inwardly he was cheering,
though it only showed as a small smile on the outside. He peered out over the
beach where about a dozen high speed assault ships were being prepared to set
sail.
“Sir, the Boss is on the phone. He wants to know how
we’re doing.” Kane nodded to the grunt and went for the nearest vid-phone. Giovanni’s face appeared on the small screen as
he picked up the horn.
“Well Kane, how are things going? Nothing unexpected
happened yet?” He knew what his Boss was aiming at. He’d only failed once and
already he was talked to as if he was incompetent. This only made him long
stronger for the moment that he would kick that fool out of his office.
However, for now he’d have to play along.
“No, everything’s going just fine. At this rate we
might even be early. I assure you nothing can go wrong. I’ve accounted for
every possibility. I even thought of the fact they might show up early. There
is nothing to worry about.”
“Very well then, proceed.” And with that the phone was
hung up. Kane looked about ready to tear the thing apart. “How dare he think this might go wrong?! This
isn’t even half as big as the original takeover and that went without a hitch.
I’ll show him, right after we take Cinnabar I’ll show him!” His good mood was instantly
blown away. The grunt was still standing there. “Well? What are you waiting
for, get back to work! We need all that stuff loaded before nightfall!”
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Inside the Rock Tunnel everybody was gathered in the
Cafeteria, it being the biggest public place available. Chris and John hadn’t
wasted time and ordered the meeting right away. Since they’d been planning to
arrive at Cinnabar somewhere around ten or eleven in the morning nobody had
been doing any packing yet. The discovery that the attack could start at any
given time had caused Chris to overhaul the entire plan. They would depart as
soon as possible. As Chris and John stood up on a table the room quieted down.
“Guys, we have a problem. That attack we heard about isn’t going to occur at noon at all. For all we know, it
could be happening right now.” John’s words sent a wave of murmurs and whispers
across the small crowd. “I know this isn’t how we planned it, but we’re leaving
ASAP. I suggest that those that’ll be coming with us spend their remaining time
with their family. There’s no telling what we’ll find there and I can’t promise
all of us will come back in one piece.” Chris said now. More murmurs, louder
ones. “In the mean time, the rest of you will prepare whatever forms of
transport we have! That means we need every large bird type we can get and
strong water types to pull our rafts!” John had to raise his voice slightly to
make himself clear over the noise.
Ash had heard everything. “I’m coming with you.” He
said the moment Chris and John walked through the door. “Fine, we need all the
help we can get.” Chris mumbled as he kept walking. Kane.
It had been a while since he last faced him. He wondered if Kane had changed
any of his battle strategies. He wondered how Kane would fight in a large
battle such as this one. He’d never had to face him on such a large scale
before. There would be many fights going on, firefights and Pokémon battles.
Chris and his group had never fought an open battle before. Always small scale
actions and always with the element of surprise. They’d have none of that now;
this was an all out war.
“Have you ever fired a gun before?” John asked Ash as
he led him to the shooting range. After Chris headed to his room to revise his
plans he figured he should show Ash how to use a firearm. Seeing how Ash shook
his head John pulled a pistol out of a large closet. Opposite of the closet was
a firing range, with targets attached to the wall at the back. He loaded the
weapon and showed Ash the safety pin. “If this is still on, the gun is useless.
But you should keep it on if you’re not using the gun, even if you might have
to rely on it later. With the pin off the gun could fire if it bumps into
something. Because it is usually pointed at some part of your body when
holstered the gun firing is something you don’t want. Now, as this is a
semi-automatic taking the pin off and loading the weapon is all you need to do
before firing. When it runs out you reload and that’s it.” John said as he
demonstrated the motions required. He then pointed the gun at the far wall and
fired a shot at one of the targets before unloading the pistol and putting the
safety back on.
“Now you try it.” John handed the gun over to Ash. Ash
didn’t like guns, he never had. As the cold steel touched his hands he already
hated the feel, but he guessed that if John would feel better knowing he could
handle one… He repeated John’s actions and fired a shot. The recoil surprised
him slightly, but he recovered and fired several more.
“I see you’ve gotten it down already. The recoil
usually takes some getting used to.” John said as he rummaged through the
closet again. He pulled out a holster which would put the gun under one’s armpit
and tossed it to Ash. Obviously he was required to keep the gun.
“Take that and put it on. I doubt Chris will waste a
lot of time, so I’m going to get a bite to eat now.” That said John headed for
the door. Ash’s stomach agreed with the idea to get food with a rumble, so Ash
quickly followed.
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“Sir, the ships are all loaded and ready to go.” The
Rocket reported. “Excellent, I’ll be right over. Gather everyone at the docks.”
Kane rolled up the map and put it in a carry case. Finally the day was there.
Today, or actually tomorrow, his plans would all come together. He’d been
working towards this moment for years, and now it was finally there. Tomorrow
he’d take out all major threats and gain Giovanni’s total trust. Just what he needed for phase two to succeed. However, first
Cinnabar had to fall. He walked outside and eyed the now deserted tent camp in
the massive stretch of land surrounding the house. As he reached the docks his
strike force was lined up in front of him. He walked past the rows of men
slowly. A look of determination was set on each pair of eyes, except for two
pairs that looked distrustful. Butch and Cassidy never liked him, or trusted
him for that matter. But he didn’t care; they’d be dead soon and nothing would
stand in his way.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is a great day for Team
Rocket! A great day for all of us! Tomorrow we will crush the rebels that have
been causing us many troubles these past few months and that blasted Lavender
Faction as well! Kanto will finally be ours without any form of resistance!” Cheers
erupted from the crowd. “In moments we will take place in our ships and set
sail, and tomorrow will bring us only Victory!” He had about twelve high speed
ships at his disposal. Each vessel could contain forty men, bringing the total
manpower under his command to four hundred and eighty. He himself had a ship as
well, fitted with all sorts of devices to command the operation. That ship
would contain twenty of his best men, brining the total to five hundred.
“Dismissed, embark in your ships!” Five hundred men…
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“Every one’s ready, just give
the word.” The past few hours had been hectic. The construction of rafts had
been stepped up a notch and John had been running around collecting big bird
Pokémon and strong swimming Pokémon. Now they were ready as they stood near
Fuchsia’s beach. It was a lot closer to Cinnabar than Lavender was, so they’d
driven there first, hoping to save time.
“Right, let’s go. We’ve wasted enough time. Put as much
people on the Pokémon as they can carry and the rest of us will take the
rafts.” When this was over Chris would make sure they stole some boats for
future use. Having to use rafts wasn’t really what he had in mind, but they’d
have to do for now.
Meanwhile Ash got on his Charizard
with Ritchie. John and Franky would travel on John’s Pidgeot. Several other flyers were gathered as well. There
were Fearow, Swellow, Pidgeot and the occasional Charizard.
As all of them were loaded with their human cargo Chris and his part of men
pushed the rafts into the water and jumped on. They then called out their water
Pokémon and had them pull the rafts.
The odd looking convoy of rafts and birds set off
towards
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To Be Continued…
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AN: For some reason that seemed
smaller to me than the word count says it is. Anyway, I hope you liked it.
Again, I’m sorry for taking this long, but I kept being disturbed and
distracted. Be sure to check the new story, its start isn’t as horrid as this
one’s was! Take care, see you later, and review please!
WeirdDutchGuy