The Pokéball Gambit – Part I
NOTE: THIS FAN FIC TAKES PLACE 20 YEARS IN THE FUTURE.
He hung up the phone and walked from the study to the bathroom. He began to run some cold water, which he splashed over his face. He then walked back into the living room, where his wife was sat, reading a book.
“Who was that?” she asked.
“Wha… Oh, No-One, just an old friend” he hastily replied.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“What did they want?”
“Oh… errrr… They were just… um… inviting me to a some Reunion.” stuttered the man.
“Oh.” his wife sighed.
Suddenly, he began to yawn. “Oh… I feel sleepy, I think I’ll just go to bed now.”
“Alright love… see you in the morning.”
“Good night.”
That evening, as his wife slept blissfully beside him, he lay awake, thinking about that phone call that he had received. “Why were they calling him? What did I have to do with it?” were amongst the thoughts that circulated his head. He looked at the clock on his bedside table. 1:30 a.m. it was time to go. He slowly crept out of bed and back into the study, where opened a secret compartment under a bookcase. “I never wanted to go back to this.” He said to himself, opening the compartment.
== MEANWHILE ==
Prof. Ketchum began to examine the Pokéball closely. Even after 15 years, the mystery of this Pokéball fascinated him. He continued to tap at the keyboard. “August 30th. So far… all attempts to open this Pokéball have failed. When I find a way… who knows the mystery of what is contained inside.”
“Are you still up?” his wife yawned in a questionable voice, as she came into the lab clutching a cup of coffee.
“Hold on… I may be on to something.”
“You’re always onto something, why don’t you put it off for now and work on it in the morning?”
“But, I could be on the verge of opening it!”
“NOW!” boomed her voice. “If you don’t get to sleep Ash Ketchum, you’ll get ratty and tear up your work again! I’m telling you this will happen, or my names not Misty P. Ketchum!”
Ash sighed, he knew she was right. “Yeah, maybe you’re right,” he said, as he got up from his desk. “I could do with some sleep.” They retired to bed not long after.
== BUT ==
Inside the lab, as Ash & Misty slept, a shadowy figure began to search round for information, pulling out drawers, tearing up notebooks and breaking into filing cabinets. Nothing. Not even a formula. Until his eyes were drawn to a computer. “A-Ha!” said the voice, rejoicing. “Now to just ‘borrow’ what I need,” he said, sliding a disk into the drive. After a while, the files were successfully uploaded. “Now, to download the virus.” He said, which slowly began to eat at he code of all of Ash’s work. “Ha Ha Ha! Let’s see him get out of this one!” laughed the voice, backing out of the lab, clutching the disk, where he tripped over a chair, landing with a thud.
“Grr…” growled some Growlithes as they approached the man, upon hearing the sound.
“Nice Growlithes…” he whimpered.
“Grr…” snarled the largest one, obviously the leader of the pack.
“Wahhh!” panicked the man, running for his life. But it was not a clean escape. The Growlithes managed to grab a chunk of hair and a glove. But it didn’t matter to him. He had what he needed, now all he needed to call the person who had called him. “I got what you needed,” said the man, waiting impatiently if anyone came nearby.
“Good. Now bring it to HQ.” Said the voice, which had been electrically altered
“When?”
“2 Days time.”
“What? What if I get caught?”
“Don’t worry… you’ll not be caught,” The phone call ended.
The man looked out and around, and thought “How was he going to keep this from his wife?” he was about to walk back onto the main road, when he heard sirens, he panicked, and ran.
