At the secret headquarters of the Tan Gang, people in tan uniforms sit in a small room enough for ten people. Some sort of meeting is taking place.
"Ok, stage 3 was just completed. Only one more stage and we can continue with Operation Mountain Base. A team was just sent out so stage 4 should be finished today." The speaker looks left at the door being open.
Another tan person walks in. "We got the Murkrow. All Pokemon are accounted for."
"Excellent." The interruption leaves. "Now, the final stage is to take place. You all know where to go. Get moving!" Everyone quickly gets up...
"One question." Everyone falls down with a group sigh. It was Destiny, the lead scientist of their gang. "Booker, We need to wait a couple more days. Dragonair is very strong right now. We need more time." She taps her clipboard to show her charts and information.
Booker moans, "Alright. You have one more day. That's it."
"Thanks!" She smiles and exits the room before anyone else.
Down one story, and as cold as a basement, the laboratory lies. Gadgets and specimens and large machines that only do one thing are scattered about in the various rooms. Destiny walks in, placing her clip board on a messy table. She scans the room with her blue eyes through prescription glasses. She sits, and looks down at the ground.
Booker wanders in. "Moping would do anything."
She turns up and looks at the Tan Gang leader. "I know. But you aren't giving Dragonair enough time to break down. My formulas take time. By going too early, it could cost the mission."
He puts is fingers to her lips. "Shhhh! Don't worry. I have other plans, my dear. You aren't the only one with a smart brain." He smirks, cheering her up some. "That's good. Now let's see some progress. We are too far now to fail."
"Right."
"Hey, you know that pens can come in any color. Look, here's silver with glitter in it." Paul waves the pen in Claude's face. Claude smacks his hand and the pen flies across the room. "Alright, gee. Don't get so serious."
Claude slams the table him and Paul are sitting at, eating a fine lunch. "All the stages are complete. I can't be anything less than serious right now."
"Yea, I guess you're right."
The walkie-talkie on the end of the table moves. "Claude, Paul. All the details on the house are complete, correct?"
Claude picks up the w-t and presses down to talk. "Right sir. Stage five is ready to go. We just need Dragonair and Murkrow."
"Murkrow is fine. We have control of it. Dragonair is still struggling."
Paul speaks, "Have you done the Mecha-Mind control yet?" Claude points to the w-t. "Oh, right." Claude asks the same question.
"It's coming. I'm letting Destiny finish her work so we can take it from there. A weaker Dragonair is better for us all."
Paul nods as Claude continues. "Very well. Do you want us to do anything in the wait."
"Just prepare the supplies for two days from now. Over and out."
"Finished." Destiny takes the needle and pushes it into a test tube of blue color. She pulls the handle and draws the blue liquid. In a cage next to her is a sleeping Rattata. *POKE* Rattata is infected. Placing the needle down, she hits the cage hard with a book. Rattata wakes up in rage and runs around the cage. The energy levels drop, and Rattata slows the pace. Stop. Rattata collapses and goes back to sleep. Destiny raises the mixture and laughs like an evil scientist. "GENIUS!"
The next day has arrived. Destiny, along with three other scientists all wearing white lab coats over their tan uniforms, prepare the subject. This room was large- it had to be to hold a Dragonair, Hypno and a number of people. Their �jail' as they call it. Hypno uses it's strong psychic ability to hold Dragonair at ease. In turns, Alakazam would come next while Hypno rests. Dragonair was always in keep.
The group of four walk into the room, and close the door. They could hear the locking of it from the other side as a safety precaution. "Administer the serum."
One of the scientists slowly creeps forward. Dragonair lay on the ground, breathing heavily from the control of Hypno. A paralyzed state that Dragonair couldn't get into. *STAB* Dragonair moves a little but the scientist pushes all the serum in before any wild movements.
*OOOAAOAAOAAAaaaaa!!!" Dragonair screams from the pain.
Five minutes later, Dragonair relaxes almost like sleeping. A voice over the speaker in the corner of the room announces, "Hypno, let it go." Hypno opens its eyes and the psychic concentration stops. Dragonair lay motionless. Two scientists rush over and take the heart beat. Still breathing. Yep, it's alive.
Destiny jumps up. "Yay! The new serum worked."
The door behind them opens up and Booker heads the parade with two people behind him. "This is our opportunity. With Hypno not using the psychic power, the device would be affected. Do it!"
All the scientists run out as more men run in, caring technology equipment. One of the men implants a small circular disc onto Dragonair's head. The cord from the disc to the machines carries the data. The green light on the disc turns on and the work is complete. The scientists shake each others hands with smiles across their faces.
"Don't celebrate yet. We don't know if it will work." Booker grabs a small hand held device with two buttons on it, green and red. He presses the green one.
*ZAP* Dragonair wakes up to feel the shock of electricity flowing all around her body. The little disc on her head is causing her much pain. The electricity stops and Dragonair gives the look at Booker. The other scientists grab the machines and push them out, running away.
Booker remains. "You will obey us. You are our slave."
"AAAOOOHHH!!!" Dragonair yells taking a swipe at Booker with her tail. Booker ducks just in time to avoid it. He presses the green button again.
*ZZZAAAPPP*
"Now, you WILL obey me. Lie down."
Dragonair opens it's mouth and a light forms, getting ready for Hyper Beam.
Booker presses the red button. An even more electrical pulse flashes through her body. The nerves in her brain fight against the electrical pulses. The light on the disc turns red and the zapping stops.
"LIE DOWN!" Dragonair does as told. "Perfect."
"What happens if the trainer shows up again like he did for the past two times?"
Claude aims and throws a dart at the dart board in their room. It hits bull's-eye. "We take him down. It's that simple."
The Dragonair pin hangs above the dart board. A dart comes within an inch to hit it. Paul snaps his fingers, "Almost got it that time. Can I throw one." Claude sighs and hands him the last dart. Paul throws it without aiming; the dart flies away from the board and hits a picture of Claude's mom on a desk. The picture frame falls back and the glass breaks. He stares at Paul. "Honest accident. I'll get a new one." He grabs a broom and sweeps the glass into a pile.
Claude looks at the Dragonair pin, staring intensely.
The day is finally here. Stage five is moving into position. The unmarked tan Chevy van rolls down the streets of Blackthorn City. Eventually, they come to a spot secluded from the town and park outside a large mansion. This is their job.
The mansion is large, white, and large. Yes, it's very large. On the side of the mansion was a gym, for the owners Pokemon to practice fighting. The yard wasn't that big though- maybe twenty yards on each side between the outer gate and the mansion. The gate is a normal black, eight feet tall with those spikes on the top that hurt when touched.
The tan van is just outside the gate, parked on the side of the road. No other people for a mile, and hardly and cars came by. They have the perfect spot.
Claude moves from the drivers spot to the back of the van where all the equipment and machines are located. A television split in four screens for their spy cameras to watch everything in detail. Only three screens work at the moment. Paul opens up the side door and sees the mansion through his binoculars.
"Phase one, of Stage five. Go." Paul throws out a Pokeball and Murkrow soars out above them.
{PHASE ONE: Disabling the cameras.}
Claude hands Paul a larger bazooka and a Pokeball. Claude also sends out Alakazam. He remains in the van as Paul and Alakazam move to the bushes by the gate for cover. Paul turns on his head gear. "Ok, im on. Give me the signal."
Claude scans the cameras to see the area is clear. "Go ahead."
Paul waves up in the air for Murkrow to go. Alakazam uses his Psychic powers to bend the gate wide enough for the bazooka to go through. He aims the bazooka across the yard at a small vent in the left side of the mansion.
Murkrow circles around the corner of the mansion, above a camera pointing directly at the vent. It flaps down, and down, until it lands on the camera. Murkrow looks at the wires coming from the wall into the camera. Murkrow takes a snip of it.
"Ok, camera out. Go." Claude says from inside his spy van.
Paul points at the vent. "Alakazam, again." Alakazam uses his psychic powers again to bend the vent metal bars. Alakazam puts much strength on itself and finally the bars are bent enough. Paul waves to stop and quickly re-alines whit the vent. *THUNK* The odd sounding bazooka fires a Pokeball straight at the vent. Hole in one!
A wall of television screens, each one showing a different place around the mansion. Then one of the screens turns fuzzy.
"Huh?" The security guard notices the change in screen in the corner of his eye. He looks at camera 21 to see it's out. He quickly picks up a radio. "Sir, camera 21 is offline."
Shortly, "Then check it out."
"Right sir."
The guard exits the room of television cameras and other equipment. He makes his way left, the right, down hallways of the large mansion. Until finally he comes outside. He makes his way around the huge fountain of a Machamp just before the left side of the mansion. There, he stops and looks around the area.
Murkrow pecks at the wire some more, even though it is not working and its job is done. The guard looks at the bird and sighs.
On the radio, "Sir, it's only a wild Murkrow. It disabled the connection."
Loudly, "Search around. Check for suspicious activity."
"Sir, I suggest calling an electrician right away."
He doesn't respond which means he is calling for a repair guy right now.
The left bottom screen in the van moves down a long tunnel. It was the camera implanted in the disc so they can see her every move. The red light from the disc blurs the tunnel in a red glow, lighting the way. Dragonair's slender body easily wiggles her way through the vents, even going vertically up to get to the second level of the mansion. But then she slides back down another vent to the same level. Up ahead, a vent gate appears. It's time.
"Oooo..." A blast of cold air rushes forward and hits the steel gate. It freezes instantly. Dragonair rushes at it with speed... *CRASH* ...the vent gate smashes to ice pieces.
"She is in the room. Ready Phase 2."
Paul and Alakazam have now returned to the van, putting the bazooka back and searching for a back pack. It's tan, what a color! "Ready."
The screen shows Dragonair looking at a wall of television. She was in the security guard's room. Being trained to disable the cameras, she moves in and presses a couple buttons. And the televisions go blank.
"There off. Go."
{PHASE 2: Get inside the mansion.}
Claude nods to Paul and Alakazam as they slide the van door closed and lock the doors. The three of them are now on the outside of the van and look at the mansion.
Claude lets Murkrow out again. "Ok, go start on Phase 3. Report back to HQ when finished."
"Murk... krow!" The dark crow flaps off into the sky.
{PHASE 3: Lights out.}
Alakazam knows this is his part now. The world around grows fuzzy and in a zip of light, the three of them stand in the guard's watch room. Dragonair lay in the corner, curled up, waiting for them. Paul points the Pokeball at Dragonair and recalls her.
"Shall we move on Paul?"
Paul shakes his head. "Just one more thing." He raises his mallet and smashing into the screens on the wall and once at the computer. "There, much better."
Claude sighs. "Be serious. Alakazam, to the gym."
Again, a change in scenery. This time they teleport to an area unfamiliar and unplanned. They are in a room, with many books and shelves. Like a library. A man sits in the corner in a reclined leather armoire, wearing a lavender colored rope that rich people wear. He glances up from his book and takes a look at his unwanted guests. And putting two and two together, he leaps up and runs out the door next to him.
Claude rushes forward. "It's Mr. Weller. He's the owner of this mansion. Alakazam, use mental meltdown."
A move that Claude created, using Alakazam's strong psychic ability to damage a person's brain. But as they run, Weller is already too steps ahead, passing through doors and long halls. The psychic energy can't pass through these barriers. So Alakazam takes a rest.
Finally, the stop right before two large double doors, with the words, GYM on the top in a tan color.
"It's like that sign is inviting us in." Paul manages to say.
Claude smirks. "He went right where we wanted to go."
The double doors smash open, slamming the walls next to them. Paul on the right, Claude on the left, and Alakazam behind them in the middle. They enter the gym.
The gym is large, like a regular school's auditorium. The ceiling reaches well in the air, maybe even two stories tall. In the center of the gym, was a wrestling ring, with the traditional colors of the ropes and stage area. And around the ring on the left side is training equipment and on the right side are some punching bags. There is some definite training going on here.
And on center stage in the arena, a Hitmonlee practices its kicks. But now it stops, wondering what is going on here. At its side, near the ropes, is Mr. Weller.
Claude looks at the camera in the left corner, knowing it's turned off. Time for action.
"Claude, he saw our faces."
"Yes, PAUL. We weren't supposed to use our real names, PAUL!" Claude sighs, pushing this past himself. "Now, we are here and you have no escape." He leans back and throws a Pokeball forward. The light reveals an Ivysaur. "Tie him up."
Mr. Weller scrambles over the floor but Ivysaur's vines catch up easily and wrap him.
Paul manages to crack, "Well, Phase 5 is already halfway complete."
Ivysaur pulls a radio out of Weller's robe pocket. It was talking to them.
"Sir, the security room has been breached. I'm calling the police right now and will come to the gym as this emergency has planned for. Sir, answer me. Sir?...."
Paul looks at Claude. "This is going too fast. We haven't even started phase four yet. And three should have been done by now."
Then a few seconds later, the lights go out. Electricity no longer flows to the mansion. Murkrow has done it's job. Although the sunlight from outside still gets in through the large gym windows, the gym creates many cross shadows, for an eerie effect.
{PHASE 4: Capture of Hitmonlee.}
Ivysaur has pulled Mr. Weller toward the two tan guys as they shove a tan sock in his mouth and blindfold him with a tan bandana.
"You look better already. Now you just need a tan hat..."
"Paul, shut up. Please continue."
Paul shrugs with a smile and turns to Hitmonlee, still in the ring. "Ready to come to our side Hitmonlee? We have much better equipment and better living quarters. We've been watching this mansion for three weeks. We know how badly you've been treated. What do ya say?"
"Mon, lee. Hitmon..." It shakes its head.
Paul then shakes his disappointingly. "Then you force us to do this. Go Machoke."
"You sure you're ready for this?" Claude asks. "Hitmonlee is at a high level."
"I can do this."
But first, a swift figure moves at the two humans and Alakazam. It's a Hitmonchan.
*Uppercut Punch* Alakazam takes one in the nose. *Side Hit* And then a surprise attack to the gut. Hitmonchan pulls back, glowing it's right glove any icy color, and strikes Alakazam. *FREEZE* Unable to react in time, Alakazam freezes to an icicle of frozen water.
Claude responds, "Hey, where did that come from? I though Hitmonchan wasn't supposed to be here today. Now our getaway Pokemon is frozen."
Machoke enters the ring and Paul stand on the side, like the trainer. "Maybe when Mr. Weller came in here, he let Hitmonchan out. Just keep him away from us and we can catch Hitmonlee."
Claude smirks again. "Better yet, I'll catch this one. You did bring more than one Super Pokeball."
"Yea."
"Then no problems. This one is mine." Claude recalls a frozen Alakazam. Hitmonchan stands there, gloves up, ready to fight. And as these two fight, Paul and Machoke go up against Hitmonlee.
"Go Jynx." Claude sends and his trusty Jynx comes out. "This won't be easy. We don't have much information on this one. But I WILL defeat it." Alakazam remains out so it can melt and hopefully they can teleport away to safety. They were on the side with the punching bags; hanging ones, bean bag ones, and some of the small ones. This would be an obstacle course.
Hitmonchan jumps back behind a line of six hanging punching bags from the high ceiling, three on the right side, three on the left. One foot forward, left fist up- Hitmonchan was ready.
"Jynx, start with Blizzard." Jynx waves her hands in front, forming wind of ice. The powerful blast of snow makes its way through the hall of the punching bags but a fast Hitmonchan leaps right, going behind a punching bag. The blizzard moves to the bag and quickly covers it in snow. Hitmonchan leaps to the second row of the six bags, again, ready to go.
Claude is surprised. "It's fast. And these punching bags provide cover. If only..." he snaps his fingers. "Ok, Blizzard again!"
Once more, Jynx waves her hands and releases the wind of ice and Hitmonchan moves left this time to avoid it. And another bag is frozen. Now Hitmonchan moves to the last row of bags and jumps forward with a quick jab to the head. *SMACK*
"Ah, Jynx, Double Slap." Jynx furiously throws her hands wildly at the attacker, back it off. "Gotta watch that quickness. Need to slow it down."
Hitmonchan runs behind a bag in the first row. Suddenly it moves fast at Jynx, being punched from the other side. Jynx ducks down as the bag makes the second pass. And now, another bag is punched. And anther, and another. Four punching bags are moving around in all different directions while the two frozen ones remain still.
"Freeze those lines holding the punching bags." Jynx aims a small gust of ice in the air, freezing one, then another. The two frozen lines snap, crashing the punching bags to the ground. But the one in the third and second row still move. "Wait! Where's Hitmonchan?"
While concentrating on the moving targets, Hitmonchan has now moved in to the left side of the two and rushes in for a flurry of punches.
"Jynnxxxxx..." Jynx sits down on the ground as Hitmonchan runs back to the third row of punching bags. Everything is still for a moment. Jynx gets back up.
"Ok, mild set back. Time to go on offense. Jynx, move in." Almost like dancing, Jynx wiggles down the hall of punching bags. The two from the first row lay at the side.
"Mon chan..." It vanishes into thin air and quickly reappears next to Jynx. *BIFF* Disappear, reappear... *POW* again... *BAFOO!* and once more, this time with a flame to the fist *WHIFF...* Jynx has reacted from the last punch causing her head to be back as Hitmonchan aimed for it from the front with a Fire Punch Uppercut.
"Go, Double Slap." Hitmonchan is pounded down by two quick moving hands which slap like crazy. Hitmonchan moves back, resting for a second.
"Good, while it's weak... fight it with your own punches.!"
Jynx wiggles in and prepares a fist full of ice to the punchy Pokemon. A direct hit to Hitmonchan. But this hit wakes it up from it's rest. Now some seriousness would happen. Hitmonchan thrusts its fist forward as Jynx dodges nicely to the side. Somehow, Jynx now gained some fast feet. Maybe the action of boxing brings out the fighter in Pokemon. Jynx moves behind a punching bag as Hitmonchan punches it. Having some of the line frozen, the bag is launched across the gym. While recovering from that, Jynx slams down her Pound attack and follows it with another Pound but Hitmonchan moves back behind a frozen bag.
*SHATTER*
The bag shatters from a sudden punch, ice particles flying at Jynx. Naturally, Jynx covers her face with her hands so as not to get hit in the eyes. Hitmonchan takes advantage and slickly moves under with fist back... moving in an underhand motion for a Sky Uppercut. Jynx is hit hard and flies across and lands on the left side of the wrestling ring where some kind of dust appears to be floating around.
Claude looks at Paul whom looks back. He gives the thumbs up while Paul sticks his tongue out at him.
Somehow, Jynx manages to get more strength. "Can't beat Hitmonchan with my defense, can't match its skills. So, gotta play dirty. Lovely Kiss."
At this time, Hitmonchan is rushing again, seeing Jynx get up. The �chan wants to get this over with. It can see that Hitmonlee might need some help. Jynx moves her hand to her lips and blows a kiss. The kiss hits Hitmonchan and stops it dead in its tracks.
"Body Slam!"
Jynx jumps up and falls down on the puncher. Hitmonchan gets out of the sleepy state and remembers what is going on. *KNOCK* Jynx is pushed off and Hitmonchan responds with a fast Fire Punch across the face. *FLAME*
Hitmonchan readies anther punch but Jynx sulks her head down, crying from the hit. She then looks up, tears flowing rapidly. Hitmonchan is stunned by this action and lowers its fist.
"Nice fake tears, Blizzard!" Jynx stops crying, smiles, and creates a fast flowing wind of snow and ice. Hitmonchan puts its gloves in front to block the attack, but nothing can stop it. Hitmonchan is launched across the punching bags, smashing into the other frozen one, breaking it to pieces.
Jynx moves away from the center ring a slow few steps. Tired.
Hitmonchan uses the last of its strength for a final rush. It was down to this last attack.
"Freeze the floor." Claude quickly says as he steps back from the action so as not to get frozen. Jynx aims down and points some Icy Wind at the gym floor. It instantly freezes and before Hitmonchan would know it, it is sliding around uncontrollably towards Jynx. Unable to stand well enough, it can't focus its punches. Jynx scrunches down, fist full of ice, and launches up, smacking Hitmonchan in the stomach, into the air, up and over the head of Jynx, and landing...
"Alright Machoke. This is what we prepared for. Time to see if we are indeed, ready." Machoke flexes its muscles, as Hitmonlee lanks around the ring. Karate against wrestling. An age old question of who could win this possibility.
Machoke stands in the left bottom corner as Hitmonlee is in the top right. Machoke is the first to go.
"No, stay on defense first." Paul yells but Machoke already went out too far. Hitmonchan took one long step forward, spun around and kicked Machoke in the head with its left foot. That long foot is only going to get harder to bypass.
Paul sighs. "Aw forget the order, go in and grab it." Machoke shrugs it off and rushes forward, arms up in grabbing motion. Hitmonlee vanishes left and kicks up. *SMACK* Machoke turns to grab but a whole bunch of wild kicks are thrown at it.
"Block them."
Machoke raises arms to block but the fast feet get in under the arms to the stomach. Then stopping, Hitmonlee does a duck and spin, foot out and trips Machoke to the floor. Hitmonlee jumps up and lands on the top right pole in the corner of the ring. Machoke gets up from the hit and turns to face the kicker. But it's already in the air and hard to see with the semi-darkness in the gym.
"Monlee..." Machoke is kicked back against the ropes, however, to Machoke's advantage. The ropes sling Machoke back and arms ready. *SQUEEZE* Machoke grabs a hold of Hitmonlee. But the legs are the ones in need of a grab.
"Go into..." but Paul is cut off when Hitmonlee kicks Machoke in the special area. *GROIN!!!* Machoke backs off, letting go. Now in the center of the ring, Machoke shakes the pain away.
Paul strokes his mallet, "That's cheap."
Hitmonlee proceeds in a circular motion around the ring, clockwise. Using its Agility, it was hard to track. Machoke twists and turns, trying to watch it. He swipes down with a chop, missing of course. Occasionally, some kicks would come out; from behind, from the side. Hitmonlee has a definite advantage over the slower Machoke.
"No, swipe into the motion, not down. Swipe where it is coming from." Machoke moves both arms for a Cross chop going counter-clockwise. Hitmonlee dives through the break in the arms and stops for a triple kick to Machoke. Then it proceeds in the circling.
Paul sighs, "This is very troublesome." He goes to the right side of the ring and swipes his mallet in against Hitmonlee. *SLIP* It fumbles from the unexpected trip and lands into the ropes, then is thrown into the ring. Machoke was already ready with a clothesline. Hitmonlee is down for now.
"Heh. That's the way to do it Machoke. Now give it Seismic Toss."
Machoke prepares to pick it up when a punching bag flies into the ring and knocks over Machoke. The bag falls to the right side of the ring, Machoke now down on the floor. The advantage is now lost as both Pokemon get up and again, square off.
"Stupid Claude. But maybe.... Machoke, focus your energy." Machoke closes his eyes for one second and gathers energy for this battle. Hitmonlee moves in fast. "Now, grab the punching bag for defense." Machoke grabs down and lifts the bag in front. *RIP* Hitmonlee's sharp feet have punctured the bag filled of dirt and dust. The foot is stuck for now. "Rip it to shreds." Machoke, holding both sides of the bag, uses all of its energy to pull apart the bag at the hole. And just like that, the dirt and dust pours out all over the ring. A cloud of dust fills the air.
Paul watches as Jynx is thrown against the right side of the ring. He sticks his tongue at him. "Stupid Claude knocking punching bags at me."
The cloud settles; Hitmonlee was covered head to toe in dirt and dust. Machoke the same.
"Throw the bag."
Machoke throws the remains of the bag at Hitmonlee how quickly moves to kick but slips on the dirt on the ring floor.
Paul smiles. "Ha. Now who's faster? Machoke, go in and get it." Machoke rushes in to grab again but Hitmonlee jumps up into the air and does a vertical forward spin to kick down on Machoke. Machoke runs into the left bottom pole at the corner and turns around. He makes his way back out.
"Machoke, I have the answer. Keep moving forward get ready to block." The muscle Pokemon steps forward in the direction of Hitmonlee. Hitmonlee reaches out it's right foot... "Grab left..." Machoke puts his arms out and blocks the foot from doing damage. Hitmonlee is disabled. "Toss it into the ropes." Machoke turns 180 degrees and Hitmonlee hits the ropes and bounces back to Machoke, ready for a Dynamic Punch. *WHACK!!!* Hitmonlee is down to the ground.
"You're the champ Machoke. No one can beat you. Now pin for the win!" Paul was excited at this. He had never stolen a Pokemon directly from someone before and this was his first.
Machoke moves over and lays on the �monlee....
*BUMP* A Hitmonchan has landed at center ring and knocks into Machoke who losses grip. Paul glares at Claude. "Get outta my area." He points to his mallet.
Claude remarks shaking his head, "Then throw �em back. ...wait, better idea." Claude points to his frozen Alakazam. "Throw it here."
Paul commands. It's not like Hitmonlee was going anywhere. Machoke grabs Hitmonchan by the legs and twirls around with Seismic Toss. *CRASH* The melted ice cracks from a hit by Hitmonchan. And shortly, with a purple aura surrounding the ice, it shatters. Particles fly everywhere.
Machoke then realizes that Hitmonlee is moving. Paul orders a devastating throw to finish it off. Round and round he goes, where the throw will happen, is up to gravity. Release! Hitmonlee flies toward the back wall of the gym where heavy weights are displayed on the wall. Hitmonlee smacks into the bars, crashing to the ground. The top bar, with large discs at the end carrying heavy weight, comes loose and lands down on Hitmonlee's legs, paralyzing it.
"Crow!!"
Claude looks up at the window, seeing Murkrow on the other side flying straight into it. The glass breaks as the dark birds flies in, rather hurt. It lands next to Claude. "Why aren't you at HQ?" Murkrow drops a badge stating Police on it. "Oh!"
A shout from outside calls, "We have you surrounded. Please give up and come outside. You cannot teleport when we have disabled that feature."
Claude kicks the ground. "Dang, they're using the technology our traitor gave them. How are we going to finish the last phase?" Then he remembers the Hitmonchan. He turns to look at it...
Hitmonchan wouldn't let this happen. Quick to its feet, Hitmonchan rushes forward with a slash punch to Alakazam. But all was necessary was a wave of the hand and Hitmonchan was floating in the air. It cringes from the pain as a slam against the ceiling is felt. Releasing the psychic power, Hitmonchan falls to the ground, landing on one of the fallen punching bags from earlier. The dust flies, covering the puncher but Claude already knows the outcome.
"Hey Paul, where are you?"
Paul waves his arms in the air. "I'm over here, about to catch this Hitmonlee." Machoke had Hitmonlee pinned this time. No escape. No chance what-so-ever. Paul faces the Hitmonlee. "Time for the Super Pokeball to fly." It soars over the kicker and pulls it in. Only a few seconds, and the outcome would be displayed.
As for Hitmonchan, the dust has cleared. "Unlucky for you. Should have just ran away." Claude fires the Super Pokeball at the puncher and watches it go in. Alakazam returns to Claude's side as he picks up Murkrow for comfort.
And poor Mr. Weller watches the whole thing, to see the fate of his two Pokemon...
(-o-)Hitmonlee
(-o-)Hitmonchan
~Graded: Both Hitmon- Captured!
