《The Ninth Eeveelution》We Gotta Go
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Ash and Bonnie ran past the crowd floodgates, panting. They would have used the normal gates if they weren't completely blocked by rock and concrete. Bonnie and Ash made their way down the stands until the reached the edge, a meter of two above the arena.
Bonnie climbed over the railing and hung off the edge. she let go and seamlessly landed on the rock. Ash didn't dare try to the same. Bonnie walked to the center of the battlefield and reached into her small bag.
"Why are here again?" Ash shouted from across the rock. "We need to get Ghasteon back!"
"I know!" Bonnie answered. "We need to know where they went!"
She pulled out a small device that looked of Climont's design. Ash guessed she took it from him or something. Bonnie toggled a lever and it came to life, the small screen glowing a dim green. She waved it around as she walked along the border of the rocks, her eyes set on the screen the whole time. The thing beeped as Bonnie moved it closer to her face.
"I got it!" Bonnie cried. She ran over to Ash and stuck out a hand. "Help me up!"
Ash reached down and gripped the blonde's wrist as he pulled Bonnie up. She was relatively light being smaller. Once she climbed back over the railing, she turned to Ash.
"I got their location. They're not far, but i'll take a day at most."
"How does that thing even work?" Ash asked.
"It traces machines, that all I heard of my brother." she said. "Now come on! It's up to us!"
TIMESKIP
Bonnie and Ash walked along the dirt route. A few boring hours had passed, and they were miles from Salour city, but the tension was still the same. Climont and Serena were probably worried sick, but it was too late to turn back. The forest was still ever present, even this far out.
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Suddenly, they saw a two grey figures in the distance. They crouched and stepped into the bushes. As they approached, they got a better look at the individuals. They had dark grey and light grey uniforms, with the team rocket logo on their hats and chests. They looked identical.
"Dedenne!" Bonnie whispered. "Use discharge!"
Dedenne jumped up and onto Bonnie's head and dove out of the leaves. The grunts had no time to react when Dendenne unleashed a devastating shock, hitting both of them. They shouted as they dropped to the ground, paralysed. Ash and Bonnie emerged from the cover of the woods to see the swirls in their eyes.
Bonnie smirked.
"Let's go undercover." she chuckled. Ash was confused.
"How? I mean, we don't have anything to..."
Bonnie's smile grew wider.
"Wait a minute... you mean...."
"Yup." Bonnie interupted.
TIMESKIP
"Are you sure about this?" Ash asked as they walked along the path.
"We'll be fine, we'll sneak in, grab Ghasteon and Pikachu, then go." Bonnie said.
"No, I mean the disguises." Ash said in discomfort. The uniform had grey slim boots and black overalls with grey gloves and black cap with slight overhang. Ash had tucked most of his hair away in it. A large, shiny red "R" was printed on the front and black, accompanied by a thick basic grey belt with small pockets and pokeballs.
Bonnie's was a little big for her, but with Dendene's help in chewing a few pieces off, it would be good enough. She wore a short black shirt that went down to her knees with grey boots. She also had the cap and belt the same as Ash's. She hid her bag inside her shirt.
"Stop worrying, this will work." Bonnie whispered.
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The duo came upon a large compound in the woods. A small black building was at the center of many guards and trucks. Bonnie pulled Ash back a little.
"Just act natural. Don't look at anybody." Bonnie whispered. Ash nodded. They took a deep breath and walked into sight. Bonnie pulled her cap cover her face a little to conceal it. It would be pretty weird to see a child in team rocket uniform.
As they walked around the compound, they found a door leading into the building. Standing next to it was a rocket grunt. As they walked near him to enter, he stuck his hand out.
"Halt!" he shouted. Ash and Bonnie almost jumped, but managed to keep their cool. "State your purpose!"
Ash leaned down a little.
"What do I say?" he whispered.
"I'll do the talking." Bonnie whispered back. She cleared her throat and put her hands behind her back and stepped forward.
"We are here to report to the boss." she spoke, deepening her voice a little.
"We do not let children inside." the grunt yelled. Bonnie felt a pint of nervousness, but she devised a clever ruse.
"You wouldn't want to make a leading commander report you, do ya?!" she yelled. "If you're gonna go around offending higher ranks then you don't belong here! Don't make me take this to the boss!"
The whole compound stopped as Bonnie ranted. The grunt gulped.
"R-Right, ma'am." he stuttered as he stepped out of her way. Bonnie shot a death glare at him before entering the building. Ash followed in tow as the duo stepped into the dim lighted hallway.
GHASTEON POV
These humans forced me into a tank of some sort of liquid. A saw dim lights and screens surrounding me. I had these uncomfortable patches on me attacked to wires of some sort, but I still couldn't move my body after what that Hypno did.
I could still think, and I can still feel pain, but I can't move out of my own will. I can't even speak.
I don't know what happened to Pikachu, but I assume he's somewhere here with me. I see other pokemon in similar pods as mine. Each one of us is vastly different than each other. But I've never seen Geareon or that weird Hypno around.
But I have heard of a few projects called 'Project Evolution' and 'Project Trait', but I have no idea what they are. Or why I'm even here.
God, help me.
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