Chapter 4 : Code Gravity
His ultra lightweight steel armor glinting in the fresh morning sunlight, Senga quietly sniggered to himself. His source had been well informed. The representatives from Dragonagi had indeed left that morning. Their tracks were still under an hour old on the path he’d been directed to. His metal boots and steel war helmet reflected the sunlight over his three companions as he turned to them. He viewed them with his hi tech vision enhancing visor. Only his ear to ear grin could be seen under it. His was a spectacular piece of machinery and a very useful one.
“Lets go.” Was all he needed to say to his team. Each one more deadly than the other. None more so than himself. With his futuristic garb and polished accessories, it was a well-known fact his uncompromising style of pokemon battling had rewarded him dearly. With not only his high rank, well above that of his unit, but the flashy outfit from the highly funded pokemon scientists who specialized in pokemon technology and development within his organization. Senga wandered how many pokemon died in the process of perfecting his uniform. Although most of it was simply for show, some actually concealed magnificent technology. His temporary pokemon-cloaking device was just one nasty little trick Code Gravity schemed up for the journey Senga and his unit of Battlers-for-hire had been honorably bestowed.
Senga recalled his knowledge of the three assassins (from his personal experiences) he’d been assigned to lead to Gedyn. He sorted systematically through his data files within the inbuilt PC in his rounded helmet. There was Myth, standing nearby in his dark brown and red tunic. He had browny red hair and a scar from his right jawbone down his neck to his collarbone. He was a vicious trainer who had been affiliated with Code Gravity for a number of years now. At eighteen, he was easily one of the more accomplished trainers Senga had ever seen. What was most disturbing about Myth was his unrelenting silence. He almost never spoke even when spoken to. He would normally respond with actions like a nod or a glare or simply respond with a grunt. He was a most dangerous foe in battle and not to be taken lightly.
Swoon was easily the most classy and flirtatious twenty one-year-old, Senga had ever known. Even now she caressed Myths upper back as she started off for the long journey ahead. Her well-kept light brown hair fell over her cool, bright white and hot pink fitted uniform. She was evilly aware of her looks and used them to her own advantage whenever possible. She was a vain, cold hearted and menacing trainer whose beauty hid her inner turmoil exceptionally poorly. She truly loved her pokemon however and even professed to love them more than herself. Senga hardly doubted it. She doted on the beasts like they were people. She treated them better than herself, that’s for sure. Swoon managed to annoy even him with her strangeness.
And then there was Ambre. Some of the time Senga thought of her as a docile trainer. Unfortunately, she was prone to releasing a much more hostile side the rest of the time. Actually, Ambre was purely an aggressive hothead with a desire to destroy as many other pokemon trainers as was humanly possible in her lifetime. She never actually tried to hide this either. Her fiery and destructive personality was perfectly mirrored in her pokemons ferocity on the battleground. Their attacks were unparalleled. Somehow she managed to get their attack statistics higher than normal. Her pokemon more or less feared her more than respected her however and this was something that Senga for some reason or other didn’t agree with. ‘But why should I care’ he thought. Senga had never seen so much anger in a seventeen-year-old before. She was perfect for this expedition.
The unit headed off to finish off their mission. It had gone long and tough so far. Swoon and Ambre were having a colorful discussion about Team Rocket.
“I used to be a member of Team Rocket Swoon. They weren’t as organized as you think. Giovanni was a wealthy and ambitious leader, but he didn’t have the brutal instincts Marcus has. Marcus strikes fear in everyone, not because of his role as leader, but because he’s a fearful man in general. I've seen him in a real hand to hand fight. He's a monster! He wouldn’t hesitate to go in for the kill whenever it was necessary. That’s why he’s our leader and Giovanni is looking for food out of a dumpster.” she laughed.
“Surely Giovanni was simply not careful enough though.” Ambre argued as she filed her nails and walked at the same time. “Everything I’ve heard indicates he was simply beaten by some caped spy from inside. I heard he was a great boss and most respected him. Didn’t he once capture Mewtwo? I wish I had a Mewtwo! Why cant this mission be to catch Mewtwo instead?! Oh! I would look so beautiful controlling a pokemon as perfect as that!”
Senga knew that he was close. This mission had gone so flawlessly thus far. Not one tiny hitch. All the pieces were in position. Just one more was needed and to accomplish it he needed to win this Gedyn tournament first. Why? He didn’t exactly know. It didn’t make sense to him. Marcus, Chief Strategist in Code Gravity simply wouldn’t reveal why it was necessary to win but Senga wasn’t going to complain. It had been a while since he’d been permitted to compete in a competition and besides… Even he wasn’t stupid enough to argue with Marcus. That guy was just too scary to make angry intentionally. “JUST DO IT AND FINISH THE JOB!!!” He seemed pretty set on the idea of gaining the trophy. Marcus may wear expensive clothes, but he was a huge man and his choice of an orange suit was the only thing laughable about him. So following these losers was their mission until they reached Gedyn. Nothing was said about following them quietly. Senga sniggered to himself again as the four Code Gravity members set off on the hunt for the little agents. Everything was going according to plan. This mission was going to be so easy and oh so fun.
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