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Turned out MUCH shorter than I would have liked it too, only about 2k words long x.x

Anyways.....here it is, chapter 7. Please answer the poll at the end of the story!

I will not be submitting anything new for the next 3 months as I have a job at a scout camp as a counselor. ($250 a week for 9 weeks)

~Charles~

The next day began in chaos. It began when I was awakened by a knocking at the door. Looking over at the clock, I notice the time; 5:30 a.m. Groaning, I climb out of bed and get my clothes on and trudge over to the door.

Looking through the peephole in the door, I see two men in black uniforms that had a large letter R on the front. It was Team Rocket. There wouldn't be any witnesses if they murdered me, which meant that they wouldn't get caught.

I was by myself as Adalene and Mirabelle were still sleeping, and considering the men were probably armed, I was in a very dangerous situation. I stop and think about what choices I had in what I could do. I narrowed it down to three different possibilities. One, I could call the police. Two, I could call the front desk. Three, I could wake Crystal and Mirabelle up and fight them.

Calling somebody was out of the question because they would know I had alerted somebody else of their presence, and so that left fighting. Quietly I stalk back to the bed and awaken my two sleeping beauties. When Mirabelle starts to protest I put a finger over her mouth and motion to the door, and she listens to hear what might have caused my caution.

The sound of shuffling footsteps at the door greets her sensitive ears, and I whisper "Team Rocket gave us an early wake up call. They mean harm to us, let's ambush them instead."

The two females nod and quietly get up and tiptoe to the door. A quick look through the peephole confirms that they're still there, waiting for me to open the door. What they weren't ready for though, was the Tyranitar and Zangoose that I had with me inside of the room, waiting on them.

I open the door and step behind the makeshift wooden shield, letting Mirabelle and Crystal tackle the two to the ground. When they hit the floor I hear a clatter, and then not even a second later a crack next to my ear. The top of my ear starts to warm, but I pay no attention to it as I shut the door and flip the lights on, revealing my potential assassins.

One of them, the one Mirabelle had tackled, was about as tall as her. He was a short, squashed kind of man, he looked almost like a cartoon character when they get smashed on the head with a heavy object and they become a living pancake. His uniform had a coffee stain on it, still glistening with dampness almost as if they were in a rush to get over here.

His hair was a dark brown, his eyes a blue-green, and his skin was just shy of a ghostly white. He probably didn't get out much, and probably worked in intelligence for Team Rocket. Perfect, somebody the police could use along with Dennis to get vital information about Team Rocket.

The other one was more elongated and looked more human than the other. He had a slim appearance, much like a snake. His hair was purple, and his eyes, set back inside his skull, were a deep, evil green. His skin was a healthy whitish tan. My best guess was that he probably was a grunt and got out more than his partner. One of the members who did the boss's dirty work and every mission would hope that that would be the last task he had to do to get promoted, but every time would have his hopes destroyed.

Looking past them, I see the source of the clatter, a small pistol had fallen from the shorter goon's hands and from the crack had probably discharged and barely missed my head. Thank god, or whatever deity was watching over me, a few inches and I would be missing part of my brain now.

I pick up the fallen firearm, and examine it. It was very similar to the Colt .45, the standard issue sidearm to airmen during the Second World War. This would be helpful to carry along with me, and so I search the squatty Team Rocket member for ammo, and find an extra magazine, also full with ammo.

I hide the firearm and ammo in the nearby dresser, then go to the phone and call the police.

The female voice, which I recognized as Officer Jenny's voice, asks "Hello, police, what's your problem?"

I answer with a question of my own. "Officer Jenny, remember how I brought Dennis in yesterday?"

"Hi Charles, and yeah, I remember, why do you ask?" She replies.

"I have two more Team Rocket members for you at the hotel. These two tried to kill me." I reply with a tired sigh.

"I'll be right over, thank you for telling us, you have been a huge help to bringing down Team Rocket." She says before hanging up.

I turn back to the Team Rocket members and say "I'm guessing you all were sent here to kill me, or do you all just love me so much you came to visit me? I'm available later on in the day you know, you don't have to wake me up at 5:30 in the morning."

"Ha, you're a real piece of work you know that? I haven't seen boss this mad since his son almost got discovered. And even then, you've gotten him even madder than he was then. He's boiling with rage about you, he wants you dead or alive, better hope he gets you dead, you don't want him to kill you, it'll be a slow and painful death." The squatty grunt replies

"Fine by me, but he has to capture me first now doesn't he? That could prove to be a problem." I reply.

"We'll get you, you can be assured of that!" the taller one replies.

"Sure you will, just like I'm the richest person in the world. I hope you like cops, because you're gonna be dealing with them for a while after they come here." I reply tiredly, not really caring what the goons said.

"Fine by me, better than letting the boss know we failed." The taller one replies.

I don't even bother answering them as seconds later a knock at the door sounds through the room. I stroll to the door and look through the peep hole to see Officer Jenny and three other police members standing at attention

I open the door and let the law enforcement officials in. Once inside, Officer Jenny says "You know your ear is bleeding right?"

I reach up to my right ear and touch it where it felt warm. True to her word, when I look at my hand, my palm is painted a bloody red. I quickly walk into the bathroom to check how badly I was bleeding.

It wasn't a serious wound, the stray bullet had just barely grazed my ear, but there was still some blood trickling down the back of my ear. "I guess I did get shot..." I say to myself as I think out loud.

I dampen a towel and start to clean the wound, lowering the chances of it getting infected. As I cleaned it, a stinging sensation emitting from the injured body part, if that was hurting like that with just a scratch, I couldn't imagine how much it must hurt to get shot in the chest or stomach.

The wound itself didn't take very long to clean, a few minutes at most. Once I had returned to the collection of people and pokemon inside my room, Officer Jenny says "I'm glad you think on your feet, otherwise you might be dead right now"

Nodding, I reply "At least I'm not dead, and you have two more criminals in custody now."

"Yeah, which means two less problems roaming the streets." She adds

"Yeah, need some help getting them over to the station?" I ask.

She shakes her head as she says "No, but we should get going. My shift ends soon and I'm tired."

"Oh okay, if you need any help I'm here, just say so."

"Thanks" she says with a smile as the goons are lead to the police station.

Turning to Kiara and Mirabelle, I sigh as I say "Well we're up, no sense in wasting hours that we have available to us, anybody up for some PT?"

"What's PT?" Mirabelle asks.

"PT is short for personal training; it's something the military does to keep its cadets and members in top shape so that they are ready for battle. It usually consists of stretching and then some sort of exercise such as a couple kilometer run, push-ups, crunches, weight lifting, or a combination of the listed activities. It's actually very fun in my opinion." I answer.

Kiara nods and says "Sounds fun, I'm game for it. What should we do first?"

"Well we need to go outside first, but before that I need to let the others know where we are and what we are doing." I reply with a smile.

Mirabelle smirks as she says "That would probably be most advisable, things might get a little hectic if they didn't know where you were, although, if you were to don a disguise, and put us all in our balls, we might be able to not only leave the city safely, but also get away from the Mafia."

I hug Mirabelle as I realize just how much possibility her idea had. Albeit, it was dangerous, but if it worked, I wouldn't have to worry about being dead in some ditch somewhere if our "protector" "That's a genius idea Mirabelle! Let's do that, I don't trust the Mafia at all."

The two nod with agreement and we make our way to and out of the door after I grab my bag, which I had left packed in case we needed to leave in a hurry. Quietly we make our way to Greg's room where the rest of my team was asleep.

Silently I stalk to Greg's side and gently shake him awake. "We're going to leave without our friend from the Mafia. You got any clothes I could wear? We need to be unrecognizable if we want to escape from our unwanted friend.

He nods and we walk off to his dressing room to make a disguise for ourselves. I eventually found some khaki shorts that fit me as he wore shorts that were several sizes to large for him, but they wound up fitting me perfectly. The shirt was a bit more of a problem due to him having proper size shirts.

Eventually I found a shirt that could stretch to accommodate my broad chest. It was a little tight around my neck, but it would work for what we were going to do. I borrowed a solid black hat from Greg to hide my military style buzz.

Greg had donned a pair of black pants that had green outlined pockets. There were chains in an X on his backside. He also had a black leather collar with medium sized silver spikes around his neck. His T-shirt was solid black and showed off his chest's medium build.

Once in our clothing, I wake my team up, everybody except Destiny that is. She needed her rest. "Guys we're gonna try to ditch the Mafia here. I know it's risky but it's better than having that shady criminal travel with us. That's like letting a fox into the chicken coop, it's just asking for trouble. I'm going to have to put you all in your pokeballs though. We need to get out as stealthily as possible. I promise that as soon as I can I'll let you all out again."

Most of my team shows their approval in various ways, whether it's nodding or a simple yes, all except Mirabelle. "I don't want to be separated from you though..." She says in a slightly depressed tone.

"I don't want to be separated from you also, but we are going to need to get out of the city without being recognized. To do that we won't be able to have our pokemon out. I'm sorry that we have to do this." I reply as I kiss her on her cheek.

"Okay...I guess I can stand to be away from you for a few hours if it means keeping you safe..." Mirabelle says after a few seconds of silence.

"Thank you Mirabelle." I say as I return her to her ball.

The rest of my team quickly follows suit, and a minute later all of Greg's team and my team are in their respective pokeballs. I got a pad of paper and a pen to write Greg's mom a note about what we had done, and then Greg and I quietly ran from the city, getting away from the Mafia our only thought.

Chapter End Notes:

Poll: Have you ever been shot at? This does include laser tag and paintball, please say what you what you were doing when you got shot at.

I have played paintball and I play laser tag pretty often, I'm sorta bad at paintball, but amazing at laser tag. (I usually get 1st place out of 40 players)