Operation Rocket
(This fanfic may not be suitable for kids under the age of 12. Read at your own will)
Chapter One: He Has Returned
It was a cold night in New Bark Town. The few houses in the small town were a fair distance apart. The architecture was modern, brick and wooden walls along with a smooth wooden roof. A small garden was being grown. The flowers were close together, each a different color and scent, sending a fresh aroma throughout the town.
But nobody could have predicted what happened that night.
“Coast is clear, boss.”
A group of seven men dressed in full black suits, along with a black ski mask over their faces, crept into the small town. Each of them had a few PokeBalls strapped around their waste, along with a gun and some extra ammunition.
They walked up to Professor Elm’s laboratory, which had some of the most advanced technology known to the Pokemon world. The group’s boss, who could be identified by his unique badge on his clothing, ducked and pulled out two clips to pick the lock.
The boss took out a small machine with a wire and connected it to the lab’s security system, which hacked the security code and turned off the security. “Security is down. Stay quiet and find the three rare Pokemon. Once we have those, mission is over.”
The lab was filled with light coming from the machines, but the main light on the ceiling was turned off. In the corner of the room was a small healing machine, with 6 PokeBall slots. Four shelves with glass windows stood. Inside sat different documents and accessories.
One of the men found a machine that looked like no other machine in the lab. “Boss, I found something,” he whispered.
His boss and the rest of the team walked over to him. The machine had a big, red light on top of it. On the front if it was a hand recognition system to open what was inside it.
“Don’t touch the machine. I’m going to get Professor Elm’s hand,” the boss said. “All of you stay here.” The boss pulled out his pistol and attached a silencer to it. He walked out of the lab without closing the door to minimize the amount of noise he made and walked up the stairs to the Professor’s house. He picked the lock and quietly entered the house.
The kitchen was to his left as he walked in, with a basic fridge, stove, and sink along with a blue counter surrounding them. To his right was the living room, with a large TV, two couches, a table, and a bookshelf.
He continued down the hall of the house and pointed his gun to the door of the bedroom. He slowly turned the knob and sneaked inside the room.
The professor and his wife slept in the bed, side-by-side. Her head was snuggled under his arm like a baby. I hate this kind of work. He pointed the pistol at Elm’s head and shot. Despite the suppressor the sound of a firing gun woke up his wife, so he shot her too.
He pulled out a knife from his waist belt and cut the professor’s arm off. Without wasting any time, he walked out of the room. As he walked by Elm’s son’s room, he noticed it was slightly open. I could have sworn that the room was closed. He stopped thinking and headed back to the laboratory.
Elm’s son peered through the slightly opened door as his family’s murderer exited his house. He rushed to his parents’ room and saw their bodies, motionless. The bed was soaked with blood, shocking the boy into unconsciousness.
The boss returned to the lab and put the hand on the hand recognition system. The machine opened, revealing three PokeBalls. “Good work, team,” the boss complimented. Chuckling darkly, he put the three PokeBalls on his waist belt and fled the town with his team.
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Jimmy awoke to the screams of several town residents at six in the morning. He sprang out of bed without changing into any regular clothing.
His room was clean, not like most people his age. The TV was on the edge of his room covered in dust, along with his Wii game system. His laptop sat on his table which he did most of his schoolwork on.
He had a black T-shirt on and gold-colored shorts. His blue eyes were as clear as the sky, but his unusual hairstyle sometimes went over his face, covering his eyes. His hair was a natural black with a tuft that stuck out.
He grabbed his hat and ran down the stairs, but his mom wasn’t there. “Looks like she woke up too,” he said to himself. The fridge was wide open, so Jimmy jumped over his counter and grabbed an apple and took a bite. With the apple in his right hand, he ran outside to see what all the commotion was about.
Several officers parked their motorcycles and cars in front of the professor’s lab and home. An ambulance was also parked, but much closer to the entrance of the house. Two men put a body-bag in the back of the ambulance and a few seconds later, two other men came down the stairs with a new body-bag.
“Jimmy!” his mom cried out. She ran up to him and hugged him. “You won’t believe what happened,” she said and wiped tears off her face.
“What happened here?” Jimmy asked.
She breathed in and stopped crying. “Professor Elm and his wife were murdered during the night. His son,” she paused, her eyes growing watery again. “After their son woke up from being unconscious, he called the police which arrived here in a few minutes.”
Jimmy’s eyes widened. “But…but Elm was like a father to me.”
“I know it’s hard. His and his wife’s funeral will be in the route past Cherrygrove. They’ll be buried next to Mr. Pokemon’s house.”
“I’m guessing school is canceled?” Jimmy joked, even though it was uncalled for.
“Stay strong, champ,” his mom said and patted him on the back.
Jimmy threw his apple on the ground, splattering into different pieces. He couldn’t control the anger that raged inside of him. Because it was too early to see any real Pokemon battles to relieve his anger and stress, he decided to find a different way to see a battle.
He took out his PokeGear and dialed someone’s number. “Hey Neordan, it’s me Jimmy. I’m coming down for a few.”
“Hey no problem. It’s Tyrogue vs. a Hitmonlee down here. Money on who?”
“Twenty bucks on the Tyrogue. Those things are fighters,” Jimmy joked.
Jimmy made his way to Cherrygrove City, which had a Pokemon Center and Mart. It’s where most new trainers stopped to get some items before leaving on their Pokemon journey. Jimmy had always dreamed of becoming a trainer and venturing the world, but he lacked the skills and the money.
He walked into one of the old, worn out houses and went down the stairs to the basement.
Many people crowded around a big ring, with two Pokemon inside it. One was a beat-up Tyrogue from earlier in the battle and the other was a Hitmonlee without a scratch on it.
“Hey, Jimmy!” Neordan said. He had long, red hair and wore a black and red jacket with white pants. “Your Tyrogue isn’t holding up. Hand over the twenty.”
All the pent up anger inside him soon turned to pity as he saw the bedraggled and bloody Tyrogue in the corner of the ring. “Wait a second,” Jimmy said. “Look at how beat up Tyrogue is. You’re supposed to take them out of the ring at this stage.”
“It’s not up to me, Jimmy. The people want a fight.”
“Not if I have anything to say,” Jimmy said and jumped into the ring. “Come on, Tyrogue. I’m taking you to a Pokemon Center.” He grabbed the Tyrogue and ran out of the ring.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” said one of the thugs. “I put my money on that little guy!”
Jimmy sprinted up the stairs and headed to the Pokemon Center. He looked back to see if he had been followed, but it seems like they didn’t care enough. “Please, heal this Pokemon. He’s all beat up.”
“Don’t worry, with these new machines we can heal Pokemon instantly, even if they were in the worst condition,” she said and took the Tyrogue. She put him in a PokeBall and placed him on a machine on the counter. The PokeBall glowed for a few seconds and then stopped. The Nurse took the PokeBall off the machine and released the Tyrogue. “Good as new in seconds!”
“You all right, little Tyrogue?” Jimmy asked. He had never met the Pokemon in his life, but he felt a connection between them. “Good as new.” He chuckled and looked down at the Tyrogue.
The Tyrogue jumped on Jimmy, hugged him, and began to shine brightly. When the brightness stopped, the Tyrogue was gone.
“What in the world?”
The thug and a few of his thug friends bashed through the doors of the Pokemon Center. “Hey man, I believe you’ve got something we want.”
“Looks guys, the Tyrogue literally just disappeared,” Jimmy responded. “I have no idea where he went.”
“Then I guess you’re going to take the beating he was supposed to get.” The thug walked up to Jimmy and cracked his knuckles. “Are you ready?”
Come on Tyrogue!
The thug threw a punch at him, but Jimmy moved his head and pushed the thug’s hand to the side. Jimmy side-kicked him in the face and the thug fell back onto some plants.
“I guess I underestimated you,” the thug said as he got back up. He wiped the blood off his lip and charged at Jimmy, but Jimmy moved to the side right as he was about to get hit and pushed the thug forward with a kick, stopping his momentum and smacking him into the counter.
What just happened?
The rest of the thugs ran out of the Pokemon Center, afraid of getting the same beating as their friend.
“Good work, trainer!” the Nurse exclaimed. “More people should be as brave as you. I’m calling the police right now!”
Jimmy sat down on one of the seats, still unclear of what happened. Where’d you go, Tyrogue? And how did I beat up that thug?
A male officer entered the Pokemon Center and arrested the thug. “May I ask what happened here?”
“Well, the thug came in talking about some Pokemon that I saved from a beating,” Jimmy stopped before continuing. He’ll think I’m crazy if I tell him the Pokemon disappeared… “And so he tried to fight for it back and attacked me, but I fought back and defeated him. By the time I looked to see where the Tyrogue was, well, it was gone.”
“Can I see the surveillance footage please? It just seems a little farfetched, no offence.”
“None taken.”
The Nurse led the officer to the surveillance room and he saw that the Tyrogue disappeared after a bright flash of light. “He has returned.”
The officer ran back to the main room of the Pokemon Center and dialed a number on his PokeGear. “Sir, tell the Johto Security Agency that he has returned!”
Jimmy overheard the conversation, but didn’t pay much attention. He was deep in thought. The memories of the Tyrogue played in his head, as if he was there. As if he was the Tyrogue.
A JSA agent dressed in black walked into the Pokemon Center. “What are you talking about? This is not him!”
“Look at the footage! If it’s not him, then it’s another one!” the officer said, leading the agent into the surveillance room where he saw the bright flash.
“I can’t believe it. After three years, we’ve found another one to complete the mission!” the agent exclaimed.
“Come with me, Jimmy,” the agent said. “We have a lot to talk about.”
The agent escorted Jimmy to the car. Jimmy had seen a JSA agent who had saved several people before, so he trusted the JSA. He believed it had something to do with what happened earlier, so he got in the car.
“We’re going to take you to a high-level government facility. Trust me, everything will be explained,” the agent said.
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The agent opened the door for Jimmy and led him to the house that they had parked next to. It was a small house in Ecruteak City and was in the style of all the houses in that city: wooden walls, wooden roof, wooden everything.
One man was in the room, sitting on the floor and meditating. “Did you bring the boy with you, Agent Oak?” he asked, but his voice was weak.
“Yes Grandpa, he’s here,” the agent responded. “Sorry for how mysterious things happened earlier. My name is Agent Gary Oak, member of the Johto and Kanto Security Agency, but currently I’m stationed in Johto.”
“And who is he?” Jimmy asked.
“That’s my Grandpa. You probably know him as Professor Oak.”
“No way! THE Professor Oak?!” Jimmy asked. He was a big fan of him ever since Professor Elm told him the great stories when Elm was under Oak’s teaching.
“Yes, it’s me. But I need you to be serious now,” Professor Oak said and stood up. “The ability you possess is powerful and I see that you have merged with your first Pokemon already.”
“Merged? You mean…me and that Tyrogue…we’re the same person?!” Jimmy exclaimed.
“Actually, that Tyrogue is now part of your memory. Everything the Tyrogue was and what it can do is locked in your memory.”
“Is that how I was able to beat up the thug?”
“Precisely. You triggered Tyrogue’s skills by thinking of Tyrogue. You had a surge of energy and were able to use his skills. But this surge of energy is only temporary and it cannot be used constantly, or else you might kill yourself in the process.”
“So, could I merge with other Pokemon if I wanted to?”
“It’s not that simple,” Gary interjected. “You saved the Tyrogue, which created a special bond between the two of you. This special bond allowed you to merge with it and a bond is always needed for a merge.”
“Are you guys just here to explain it to me? Or is there a greater purpose to this meeting?” Jimmy asked impatiently.
“You Soul Mergers are all the same,” Oak chuckled. “The reason you are here is because your services are needed. You are going to become a JSA agent and work on a secret operation built on defeating Team Rocket.”
“Is Team Rocket by any chance connected to the murder of Professor Elm?” Jimmy asked.
“Yes, the footage showed that trained Rocket agents did this, but fortunately not trained enough,” Gary said. “One of them wasn’t wearing gloves and we got a fingerprint, which identified one of their agents.”
“So did you guys interrogate him or what? I’m not familiar with the drill.”
“We haven’t captured him yet. And that’s where you come in,” Oak said. “He’s here in Ecruteak City. We took you to this JSA base for a reason. I’d honestly prefer taking you to my hometown in Kanto to brief you, but our Rocket agent and his friends are in the Burnt Tower as we speak. And your first mission awaits.”
“So let me get this straight: I have the ability to merge with Pokemon, use superhuman skills, and am an official member of the JSA?”
“That’s correct,” Oak said.
“Great, let’s get to my first mission.”
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But nobody could have predicted what happened that night.
“Coast is clear, boss.”
A group of seven men dressed in full black suits, along with a black ski mask over their faces, crept into the small town. Each of them had a few PokeBalls strapped around their waste, along with a gun and some extra ammunition.
They walked up to Professor Elm’s laboratory, which had some of the most advanced technology known to the Pokemon world. The group’s boss, who could be identified by his unique badge on his clothing, ducked and pulled out two clips to pick the lock.
The boss took out a small machine with a wire and connected it to the lab’s security system, which hacked the security code and turned off the security. “Security is down. Stay quiet and find the three rare Pokemon. Once we have those, mission is over.”
The lab was filled with light coming from the machines, but the main light on the ceiling was turned off. In the corner of the room was a small healing machine, with 6 PokeBall slots. Four shelves with glass windows stood. Inside sat different documents and accessories.
One of the men found a machine that looked like no other machine in the lab. “Boss, I found something,” he whispered.
His boss and the rest of the team walked over to him. The machine had a big, red light on top of it. On the front if it was a hand recognition system to open what was inside it.
“Don’t touch the machine. I’m going to get Professor Elm’s hand,” the boss said. “All of you stay here.” The boss pulled out his pistol and attached a silencer to it. He walked out of the lab without closing the door to minimize the amount of noise he made and walked up the stairs to the Professor’s house. He picked the lock and quietly entered the house.
The kitchen was to his left as he walked in, with a basic fridge, stove, and sink along with a blue counter surrounding them. To his right was the living room, with a large TV, two couches, a table, and a bookshelf.
He continued down the hall of the house and pointed his gun to the door of the bedroom. He slowly turned the knob and sneaked inside the room.
The professor and his wife slept in the bed, side-by-side. Her head was snuggled under his arm like a baby. I hate this kind of work. He pointed the pistol at Elm’s head and shot. Despite the suppressor the sound of a firing gun woke up his wife, so he shot her too.
He pulled out a knife from his waist belt and cut the professor’s arm off. Without wasting any time, he walked out of the room. As he walked by Elm’s son’s room, he noticed it was slightly open. I could have sworn that the room was closed. He stopped thinking and headed back to the laboratory.
Elm’s son peered through the slightly opened door as his family’s murderer exited his house. He rushed to his parents’ room and saw their bodies, motionless. The bed was soaked with blood, shocking the boy into unconsciousness.
The boss returned to the lab and put the hand on the hand recognition system. The machine opened, revealing three PokeBalls. “Good work, team,” the boss complimented. Chuckling darkly, he put the three PokeBalls on his waist belt and fled the town with his team.
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Jimmy awoke to the screams of several town residents at six in the morning. He sprang out of bed without changing into any regular clothing.
His room was clean, not like most people his age. The TV was on the edge of his room covered in dust, along with his Wii game system. His laptop sat on his table which he did most of his schoolwork on.
He had a black T-shirt on and gold-colored shorts. His blue eyes were as clear as the sky, but his unusual hairstyle sometimes went over his face, covering his eyes. His hair was a natural black with a tuft that stuck out.
He grabbed his hat and ran down the stairs, but his mom wasn’t there. “Looks like she woke up too,” he said to himself. The fridge was wide open, so Jimmy jumped over his counter and grabbed an apple and took a bite. With the apple in his right hand, he ran outside to see what all the commotion was about.
Several officers parked their motorcycles and cars in front of the professor’s lab and home. An ambulance was also parked, but much closer to the entrance of the house. Two men put a body-bag in the back of the ambulance and a few seconds later, two other men came down the stairs with a new body-bag.
“Jimmy!” his mom cried out. She ran up to him and hugged him. “You won’t believe what happened,” she said and wiped tears off her face.
“What happened here?” Jimmy asked.
She breathed in and stopped crying. “Professor Elm and his wife were murdered during the night. His son,” she paused, her eyes growing watery again. “After their son woke up from being unconscious, he called the police which arrived here in a few minutes.”
Jimmy’s eyes widened. “But…but Elm was like a father to me.”
“I know it’s hard. His and his wife’s funeral will be in the route past Cherrygrove. They’ll be buried next to Mr. Pokemon’s house.”
“I’m guessing school is canceled?” Jimmy joked, even though it was uncalled for.
“Stay strong, champ,” his mom said and patted him on the back.
Jimmy threw his apple on the ground, splattering into different pieces. He couldn’t control the anger that raged inside of him. Because it was too early to see any real Pokemon battles to relieve his anger and stress, he decided to find a different way to see a battle.
He took out his PokeGear and dialed someone’s number. “Hey Neordan, it’s me Jimmy. I’m coming down for a few.”
“Hey no problem. It’s Tyrogue vs. a Hitmonlee down here. Money on who?”
“Twenty bucks on the Tyrogue. Those things are fighters,” Jimmy joked.
Jimmy made his way to Cherrygrove City, which had a Pokemon Center and Mart. It’s where most new trainers stopped to get some items before leaving on their Pokemon journey. Jimmy had always dreamed of becoming a trainer and venturing the world, but he lacked the skills and the money.
He walked into one of the old, worn out houses and went down the stairs to the basement.
Many people crowded around a big ring, with two Pokemon inside it. One was a beat-up Tyrogue from earlier in the battle and the other was a Hitmonlee without a scratch on it.
“Hey, Jimmy!” Neordan said. He had long, red hair and wore a black and red jacket with white pants. “Your Tyrogue isn’t holding up. Hand over the twenty.”
All the pent up anger inside him soon turned to pity as he saw the bedraggled and bloody Tyrogue in the corner of the ring. “Wait a second,” Jimmy said. “Look at how beat up Tyrogue is. You’re supposed to take them out of the ring at this stage.”
“It’s not up to me, Jimmy. The people want a fight.”
“Not if I have anything to say,” Jimmy said and jumped into the ring. “Come on, Tyrogue. I’m taking you to a Pokemon Center.” He grabbed the Tyrogue and ran out of the ring.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” said one of the thugs. “I put my money on that little guy!”
Jimmy sprinted up the stairs and headed to the Pokemon Center. He looked back to see if he had been followed, but it seems like they didn’t care enough. “Please, heal this Pokemon. He’s all beat up.”
“Don’t worry, with these new machines we can heal Pokemon instantly, even if they were in the worst condition,” she said and took the Tyrogue. She put him in a PokeBall and placed him on a machine on the counter. The PokeBall glowed for a few seconds and then stopped. The Nurse took the PokeBall off the machine and released the Tyrogue. “Good as new in seconds!”
“You all right, little Tyrogue?” Jimmy asked. He had never met the Pokemon in his life, but he felt a connection between them. “Good as new.” He chuckled and looked down at the Tyrogue.
The Tyrogue jumped on Jimmy, hugged him, and began to shine brightly. When the brightness stopped, the Tyrogue was gone.
“What in the world?”
The thug and a few of his thug friends bashed through the doors of the Pokemon Center. “Hey man, I believe you’ve got something we want.”
“Looks guys, the Tyrogue literally just disappeared,” Jimmy responded. “I have no idea where he went.”
“Then I guess you’re going to take the beating he was supposed to get.” The thug walked up to Jimmy and cracked his knuckles. “Are you ready?”
Come on Tyrogue!
The thug threw a punch at him, but Jimmy moved his head and pushed the thug’s hand to the side. Jimmy side-kicked him in the face and the thug fell back onto some plants.
“I guess I underestimated you,” the thug said as he got back up. He wiped the blood off his lip and charged at Jimmy, but Jimmy moved to the side right as he was about to get hit and pushed the thug forward with a kick, stopping his momentum and smacking him into the counter.
What just happened?
The rest of the thugs ran out of the Pokemon Center, afraid of getting the same beating as their friend.
“Good work, trainer!” the Nurse exclaimed. “More people should be as brave as you. I’m calling the police right now!”
Jimmy sat down on one of the seats, still unclear of what happened. Where’d you go, Tyrogue? And how did I beat up that thug?
A male officer entered the Pokemon Center and arrested the thug. “May I ask what happened here?”
“Well, the thug came in talking about some Pokemon that I saved from a beating,” Jimmy stopped before continuing. He’ll think I’m crazy if I tell him the Pokemon disappeared… “And so he tried to fight for it back and attacked me, but I fought back and defeated him. By the time I looked to see where the Tyrogue was, well, it was gone.”
“Can I see the surveillance footage please? It just seems a little farfetched, no offence.”
“None taken.”
The Nurse led the officer to the surveillance room and he saw that the Tyrogue disappeared after a bright flash of light. “He has returned.”
The officer ran back to the main room of the Pokemon Center and dialed a number on his PokeGear. “Sir, tell the Johto Security Agency that he has returned!”
Jimmy overheard the conversation, but didn’t pay much attention. He was deep in thought. The memories of the Tyrogue played in his head, as if he was there. As if he was the Tyrogue.
A JSA agent dressed in black walked into the Pokemon Center. “What are you talking about? This is not him!”
“Look at the footage! If it’s not him, then it’s another one!” the officer said, leading the agent into the surveillance room where he saw the bright flash.
“I can’t believe it. After three years, we’ve found another one to complete the mission!” the agent exclaimed.
“Come with me, Jimmy,” the agent said. “We have a lot to talk about.”
The agent escorted Jimmy to the car. Jimmy had seen a JSA agent who had saved several people before, so he trusted the JSA. He believed it had something to do with what happened earlier, so he got in the car.
“We’re going to take you to a high-level government facility. Trust me, everything will be explained,” the agent said.
---
The agent opened the door for Jimmy and led him to the house that they had parked next to. It was a small house in Ecruteak City and was in the style of all the houses in that city: wooden walls, wooden roof, wooden everything.
One man was in the room, sitting on the floor and meditating. “Did you bring the boy with you, Agent Oak?” he asked, but his voice was weak.
“Yes Grandpa, he’s here,” the agent responded. “Sorry for how mysterious things happened earlier. My name is Agent Gary Oak, member of the Johto and Kanto Security Agency, but currently I’m stationed in Johto.”
“And who is he?” Jimmy asked.
“That’s my Grandpa. You probably know him as Professor Oak.”
“No way! THE Professor Oak?!” Jimmy asked. He was a big fan of him ever since Professor Elm told him the great stories when Elm was under Oak’s teaching.
“Yes, it’s me. But I need you to be serious now,” Professor Oak said and stood up. “The ability you possess is powerful and I see that you have merged with your first Pokemon already.”
“Merged? You mean…me and that Tyrogue…we’re the same person?!” Jimmy exclaimed.
“Actually, that Tyrogue is now part of your memory. Everything the Tyrogue was and what it can do is locked in your memory.”
“Is that how I was able to beat up the thug?”
“Precisely. You triggered Tyrogue’s skills by thinking of Tyrogue. You had a surge of energy and were able to use his skills. But this surge of energy is only temporary and it cannot be used constantly, or else you might kill yourself in the process.”
“So, could I merge with other Pokemon if I wanted to?”
“It’s not that simple,” Gary interjected. “You saved the Tyrogue, which created a special bond between the two of you. This special bond allowed you to merge with it and a bond is always needed for a merge.”
“Are you guys just here to explain it to me? Or is there a greater purpose to this meeting?” Jimmy asked impatiently.
“You Soul Mergers are all the same,” Oak chuckled. “The reason you are here is because your services are needed. You are going to become a JSA agent and work on a secret operation built on defeating Team Rocket.”
“Is Team Rocket by any chance connected to the murder of Professor Elm?” Jimmy asked.
“Yes, the footage showed that trained Rocket agents did this, but fortunately not trained enough,” Gary said. “One of them wasn’t wearing gloves and we got a fingerprint, which identified one of their agents.”
“So did you guys interrogate him or what? I’m not familiar with the drill.”
“We haven’t captured him yet. And that’s where you come in,” Oak said. “He’s here in Ecruteak City. We took you to this JSA base for a reason. I’d honestly prefer taking you to my hometown in Kanto to brief you, but our Rocket agent and his friends are in the Burnt Tower as we speak. And your first mission awaits.”
“So let me get this straight: I have the ability to merge with Pokemon, use superhuman skills, and am an official member of the JSA?”
“That’s correct,” Oak said.
“Great, let’s get to my first mission.”
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Chapter Two: Traitor
Chapter Three: Inner Darkness
Chapter Four: Destiny
Chapter Five: The Lucky Number
First post will be updated with all the chapters. The actual chapters will also be posted in their own individual posts, but for those who do not want to scroll, they are all provided on the first post.
