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Dull grey clouds scattered the gloomy winter’s sky, the sun was out of sight and instead flocks of Pidgey could be seen travelling west to Kanto, in order to escape the cold weather that had plagued Johto for the past week. An unusually tall and bulky man in his mid-thirties stared at the tiny bird Pokémon in disgust at how weak he thought them to be. His cold brown eyes drifted from the birds to the civilians visiting Azelea South International Airport, but his expression did not change. His phone began to ring as the man walked closer to the terminal, he slid his hand into his expensive suit pants to retrieve it. He had been expecting this call, although he was slightly annoyed that it had come precisely three minutes late.
“Good morning boss, you will be pleased to know that our endeavours last night were a complete success.” Said the smooth, deep voice at the other end of the phone line.
A slight, yet evil grin appeared on the tall, muscular business man’s face. “Are you telling me the target was successfully infiltrated, the nurse hypnotised and access to the machine granted?” Although he was grinning, he made sure his underling didn’t know by maintaining his usual gruff composure.
“Precisely and not only that we have found out the formula that it uses to operate.”
The man on the phone was getting excited with the prospect of what he had discovered, however his boss maintained his act of indifference. “Can it be replaced with formula #119?”
The man on the phone paused for a moment, unsure of how to answer this question. “We haven’t tried, you see our guess was mostly correct, but there are a few properties in the original formula that we didn’t anticipate. We might have to re-evaluate our formula because we fear #119 may unstable.”
His usually smooth voice cracked during the last few words, presumably out of fear of the dangerous man’s response. “What’s wrong with it?” His temper was beginning to rise.
“It may be too strong, we just need to-”
The man on the phone was cut off by the nearly furious business man. “There is no such thing as too strong! Use formula #119!” He snapped angrily.
“But sir you don’t under-”
“NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M CAPABLE OF, DO AS I SAY OR YOU’LL END UP LIKE RICHARDSON!”
The man was beyond furious at the nerve of his employee; so much so that he slammed his flip phone shut and switched it off. He was now approaching the terminal where he would be flying to South Pastoria Airport in the Sinnoh region.
Upon boarding the plane he was directed to his first class seat, a magnificent leather recliner with in-built massagers and heating. He sat down and opened the small chest of drawers next to him, where he found a large tablet computer that doubled as a high definition television with the latest films on offer. He didn’t notice the woman approaching him until she spoke in a polite and friendly manner.
“Please fasten your waist belt sir we will be taking off momentarily.”
The man didn’t acknowledge the young flight attendant but it was apparent that he had heard her as he grabbed both sides of the belt and fastened them accordingly.
“Thankyou sir, there -”
The woman who spoke politely intended to finish her sentence, however the man became irritated at her presence and waved his hand in her face violently expecting her to leave. She stood flustered for a brief moment before he spoke
“Why are you still here?” He said in a dangerous voice as he looked up and glared at the woman whose face he was seeing for the first time. She appeared to be in her early twenties, a pretty girl with small features, petite physique and warm brown eyes that were wide with surprise at the man’s temperament.
“We have received a letter for you.” She said as she revealed a typical white envelope.
The man was taken aback with this information and hastily snatched the document from her small hand. He quickly surveyed the envelope to find it completely blank except for a small yellow emblem situated where the postage stamp ought to be.
Upon recognising the strange symbol he became unsettled “How did he know” he mumbled under his breath.
“Sorry what did you say sir?” the flight attendant looked confused at the state of the man.
“You, how did you come into possession of this letter, I demand that you tell me at once!” The man’s hostility was beginning to frighten the girl.
“A flying Pokémon delivered it.” She spoke quickly and clearly, afraid of what the man was capable of.
“What Pokémon was it?” he demanded
“A Honchkrow I think, I’m really not sure sir.”
The man who was lost in his deep, confusing thoughts vaguely heard the flight attendant scurry back to the front of the plane as the engine began to rumble. He reached into his suit pocket to retrieve what looked like an almost ancient golden dagger with a hilt the shape of an Arbok, encrusted with gleaming black diamonds. Without delay he used the dagger to swiftly open the mysterious letter. He peered inside the envelope to find two separate items, an ordinary document and what looked like an old photo. He took a deep breath before unfolding the parchment on which the letter was written, his dark eyes were like slits as he read the words which he so strongly disagreed with.
I have heard mere whispers of your juvenile ideas and believe you are in desperate need of advice. You must bring all projects to a halt immediately; they lack necessary precautions which have now rendered them reckless and unstable. One man cannot rule this emotion fuelled world, the challenge is too great. If you manage to acquire your sought after empire, mark my words, it will fall.
Heed my warning, I know best.
A sloppy signature was jotted at the bottom of what appeared to be a very rushed letter. The man was so angry he crushed the letter in his fist and kicked the chair in front of him, which prompted the elderly toad-like woman in front of him to look back at him in disgust. He glared at her momentarily before glancing down at the photo which had been included in the post. Three young boys stood together arm in arm, gleaming up at the camera. The eldest and youngest had inherited their fathers striking blue hair, while the other received the black hair that belonged to their mother. Without a second look at the obviously distressing photo, the man angrily ripped up the letter, photo and envelope which he then shoved in the pouch in front of him. The plane was starting to pick up great speed as it travelled down the runway; however something managed to catch the man’s attention just before the plane lifted off the ground. Out of the window he could see a large, dark bird swoop down onto the roof of the airport terminal, where a man with striking blue hair jumped on its back. The man couldn’t believe his eyes, he blinked for a second and they were gone, the plane had soared high into the sky and everything on ground level was now indistinguishable.