Chapter One: World Renown Trainers
"...the highly anticipated press conference with Trainers Red of Kanto and Ace of Hoen will begin at eleven o'clock today at the Regent Town Research Lab. Not only will these elite trainers answer the citizen's questions, they will also be the first two to be registered for the Sanoah Pokemon League, which opens for general registration at noon today. This is a monumentous milestone for Sanoah, as this will be the region's first official Pokemon League Competition. Over a thousand trainers are expected to register from Sanoah alone, with hundreds more flocking in from all of the corners of the world. This is Blake Weaver, Channel Nine News.
David switched off the TV and threw the remote onto his bed. He leaned back in his desk chair, the only thought in his head was, Holy crap, two of the greatest trainers in the world are right down the street, and I can't see them. David had gone down to the lab at about nine c'clock to sit in on it, but the conference was full and a security guard shooed him away.
The computer on the other side of the room beeped, "Hey, idiot, pick up the phone!", the voice from the speakers screamed. David walked over to the computer and turned on the video phone. Staring straight at him was his next door neighbor, Peter. His happy-go-lucky appearence was a ploy, for Peter was an incredibly serious person. The more serious he was during an activity, the smarter he was at it. Both Peter and David had graduated in the top five percent of their high school. The thing Peter enjoyed the most was Pokemon. If anyone was more upset about the conference than David, it was Peter.
"Whatcha need, Pete?"
"We need to get in there Davey. My life is depending on it." Peter tabbed out of the video call, but David could hear him type away at his computer. "I'm looking for something."
David sat back down in his chair, he had gotten use to Peter's scheming. Given a few minutes, Peter could find pretty much anything to aide his plots. "You know, I have an idea too, Pete."
Peter's roman face cam back up on screen, covering David's Playboy background, "Well, your plans tend to suck," David shot him a 'scre you' face, "take a look at this." A wireframe construction plan appeared on his screen. The plans looked familiar, but he couldn't quite pin exactly what they were.
"What am I looking at?"
"Those are the maintenance and access tunnels."
David sighed and looked out his window. He wasn't going to like this plan.
Far below Regent Town were large, raging vents of geothermal energy. Years ago, the people of Sanoah decided to harness that energy. The original tunnels went as deep as they could have considering the times. As the technology to extract the energy advanced, new tunnels were built that went down deeper, and old, redundant ones were closed down. On the surface were big processing buildings and transformer rooms, the older tunnels directly connected each of these buildings. The Regent Town Research Lab was converted from the old above ground power station, the oldest building in the system.
Having memorized the blueprints beforehand, Peter led the way through the steam tunnels. David looked at the decades old machinery stacked to the ceiling. Covering the walls were cracked pressure gauges and rusted, leaky pipes. David looked down at his watch. 11:23. The press conference would be well underway at this point. Even when Peter would say, 'It's only a few more bulkheads this way' every few minutes, David wanted to go back and try his luck with the security guy again.
"Would you stop looking at that thing!" Peter shot at David. "Look," Peter pointed at another door, "we're there." David looked to where he was pointing, printed above the door was 'Power Station'. Peter examined the closed bulkhead, a disgruntled look slowly appeared on his face. "It has a pressure safety lock. There must be some residual pressure in these pipes."
"What do we do now?"
"I'm a genius remember!?!"
"Hey, hey, hey," David pointed at Peter, "we had the same rank when we graduated high school."
"Eh, shut up." Peter went over to a big red release valve on the wall. He grasped the valve in both hands and turned it in one fell swoop with a sound of exertion. A column of steam erupted from one of the cracked pipes and enveloped David. He yelled and fruitlessly swatted at the steam until the pressure subsided.
David, now sopping wet, looked at Peter and panted out, "What... the... HELL!" Then screamed out, "Your plans... SUCK!"
"Shut up and let me yell at you!"
"Door's open." Peter pointed at the open door behind him.
David sighed, the rage leaving him as the air left his lungs. "Good job Petey." He patted Peter on the shoulder as he walked through the open bulkhead.
The two teenagers strained themselves looking through a glorified air vent, trying their hardest to get a glimpse of the trainers. Neither could see them. They could see that there were over a hundred people crammed into the small lobby of the lab. A dozen or so reporters sat in front shoving mincrophones and cameras into Red's and Ace's faces. David only heard tidbits of the interview, but something Ace said really resonated with him:
...and I'm not saying this to toot our own horns. Both Red and I are the Champions of our home regions, we both have other claims to fame, and we both have done extensive travelling around the world. But what is happeing in Sanoah could make what we did look like nothing. This is your region's first Pokemon League Tournament. Whoever wins would instantly become more famous that Red or I. Then whoever beat your Elite Four and became the first official Champion... I can't even explain it. Fortune and glory. The Champion would recieve unimaginable fortune and glory. Everybody remembers the first.
'More famous than Red. Fortune and Glory.' All David could think about was what Ace had said. Fame. Fortune. Glory. From the look on his face, Peter was having the exact same thoughts. The first thing the two of them were doing after this was catching some pokemon. Peter tapped David on the shoulder, "I can't hear. Follow me." Peter led them up a metal staircase. Now they were on ground level with the lab. David couldn't see anything from their new vantage point, but they could hear everything the reporters and trainers said. The duo was leaning on a grated metal panel, part of the lab's wall. Both of them were enjoying the time until a sound startled them.
Creeeeeee. There it was again. It was like nails scratching a chalk board. "I think the wall might be shifting." Peter guessed.
Again. This time it was accompanied by both David and Peter stumbling. The panel they were on shifted just far enough to reveal the crappy bolts used to secure it to the rest of the wall. David went into shock, "Definitely the wall! Get off the wall! Move away from the Wall!"
The panel and the two boys fell to the hardwood floor with a booming thud. The noise didn't seem to upset the press conference any. Looking around, David guessed they were in some sort of work area, as there were desks, computers, and stray papers lining the four walls. Peter stood up to brush the dust off himself. He looked around, "So this is what the inside of the lab looks like," he remarked nonchalantly, "it's nicer than I would have guessed."
"Shut up!" David yelled through gritted teeth, frantically waving at Peter to get him to get down.
Somebody must have heard one of them. The door opened. Two security guards in blue walked in, arms folded. The both of them looked like former linemen. David's and Peter's eyes darted at each other. No one said anything because their looks said it all: We're dead. The guard on the left chuckled to himself, obviously finding amusement in the two teenagers that had suddenly entered his jurisdiction. The one on the right whispered something into his radio. David thought of everything that could happen in the next few minutes. None of it good for him.
After standing there for what felt like hours but turned out only to be three minutes, a third person walked in. It was a man. His hair was thinning in the front, even though he only appeared to be in his early thirties. What David noticed first though was his white lab coat that almost touched the floor. He chuckled once he saw the boys and quitley whispered something to the security guards. The guards grabbed David's and Peter's arms, applying a firm grip to dissuade escape. The man in the lab coat smilied and look both boys in the eyes. "Don't worry boys. I'll be dealing with you myself."