"They're powerful trainers. They've likely reached the elevator and are on their way up. We just need about thirty more floors."

DX had an idea. He sent out Togepi.

"Heal Bell."

A chiming and a blue light enveloped the area, restoring their energy.

"We're almost there. We need to keep moving."

Their progress continued, though slower than before.

"Trademark legendary... Legit...member...?" he murmured, thinking out loud.

Things weren't making any sense. None of it. It was the first time he had heard about these characters. If that man let them pass when he knew what they were... What were his true intensions?

"Agent number five, huh? Well, we've come all this way so I guess we can't do anything about it now."

The elevator opened after awhile, the 89th floor. Spence walked out checking both ways cautiously. From the elevator, down the hall to the right were the stairs DX and Matt were coming from. To the left where Spence turned was a large white hall leading to the next floor. Three white large pillars stood on both sides of the hall. It seemed to be all clear.

Spence turned around and leaned against the wall beside the elevator he came from. "We wait here. It'll be safer if we stick together this time round. How are you guys holding up?" he spoke to Jimmy and Jet.

Before he could stay asleep for too, long, Theo's pager went off again.

He groaned, thinking about just slamming it into the wall and hoping it broke into a thousand pieces, but he knew better, and chose to answer it.

"Theo, get off your lazy keister and get going! Those guys I warned you about earlier are just about up to the 90th floor."

"Ok, ok, get off my back," he half-answered half-yawned. He turned the communicator off, got off of the couch he was sleeping on, and stretched a bit.

After Theo was ready, a pair of guards joined Theo in the 90th floor.

"So you finally woke up, huh?" one of them asked.

"I didn't want to, but yes, I'm up, and before you ask, yes I'm ready. I know what's going on, so you don't need to give me any details. Hopefully their little journey will come to an abrupt end quite soon..."

DX gasped. Togepi's heal bell could only slightly re-energize him. Fortunetly, he had reached the 88th floor.

"Come on *gasp* just one more flight of stairs..."

DX continued up and stood beside the door. He quietly let out Scizor.

"On three, we jump out."

"One...two...three!"

DX and Scizor jumped out. It took a second for DX to recognize the others.

"All clear, Matt."

DX walked over to them.

"Let's hurry. They're probably sending men after us."

Matt slothily followed behind him.
"Next time...we take the elevator..."
He half collapsed and half sat by the pillar and rested against it.
"So.....what next....? Because If there's anymore stairs I'm just gonna go through the window."
His panting covered up his joking tone.

Jet stretched. "Eh, just bored out of my mind. Just waiting for the Big Man who has the chance to beat us to a pulp. But nooooo, we have face a bunch of inexpirienced guards. I spit at them." Jet spit at the ground and laughed.

DX gasped and sat on the floor.

"So tired...so tired..."

Togepi came out of her poke ball herself, waking up DX. Togepi used heal bell to help him recover, but the effect was limited.

Spence walked over to DX to give him a hand up, “You’re right, we better get moving.” He walked on ahead with Jimmy and Jet.

When they were just about in the centre of the room, gears could be heard, and then suddenly out of nowhere shackles came flying out of the floor and ceiling. All three of them, Spence, Jimmy and Jet, were cuffed by the ankles and wrists. The shackles suddenly outstretched, lifting them midair, arms and legs forced wide apart.

The pokemon that were out, including Scizor and Umbreon, were bizarrely forced to return to their pokeballs.

Spence growled, roaring angrily, “DX, MATT! RUN!”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you…” a woman’s voice was heard before a whole squad of guards completely surrounded them from the stairs. Lone footsteps were then heard coming from the stairs, a woman in a black hooded coat. Spence started sweating as she came face to face with him. It was that feeling again, like the one on the train. Her grin was the only part of her face you could see.

She pulled a desert eagle from her belt and pointed it to Jimmy’s head, “Run away, and we’ll kill off your team, one by one. Oh, and don’t try anything on us, calling your pokemon here is completely useless. We’ve set up a mechanism so all your pokemon attempts are futile. Even the great Mewtwo can’t save you now.”

She looked over to the guards behind her, motioning over toward the captives. They then came running toward them, taking all their pokeballs away from them. Patting up and down their bodies for anything else they’ve missed. One of the guards pulled out a flask from Spence’s inventory and showed it to the woman leader.

“…That bastard. He’ll pay for ignoring our orders.”

“Too easy.” Another black coated goon came down.

Spence lowered his head. Ashamed, embarrassed, and depressed. He felt sick.

“I’ll be taking this,” the man said, ripping off the strap to Spence’s sheath. He wore it confidently, although feeling the strain on his body, “Heh, pretty heavy. Let’s see how well I can handle it…” He slid the blade out slowly, almost tipping it over to hit floor. He balanced himself with all his strength, ready to swing. He grinned, blade to the side, as if he were to behead them all, “Right, here we go…”

SLICE! He cut through the shackles holding up their arms, making them fall and hit the floor as all the rest loosened.

“Take them away.” The woman ordered as the guards circled all of them, holding their guns to their bodies.

((I've planned this from the very beginning. I'll let you guys post your say and part here, but we're all to be thrown into the holds in my next posts. You'll also be all interrogated very uniquely by me.))

Matt tried to make a run for it but he was grabbed at the arm.
"Where do you think you're going, kid?"
"Get off me!"
Matt punched the goon away and made a dash for it. Soon he was caught again and met with a hard jab to the face. His eyes welled up with tears, but he held them back.
Can't cry...not here...
"Stupid punk...you can't stand up to us."
Matt glared and spit in the goon's face. After wiping it away he scoffed and nodded to the others who held Matt's arms and legs while the goon began hitting him all over. Finally letting loose, the tears ran from his eyes.
"What, now you're gonna cry?"
More hits came to him. Now bloodied and crying, Matt was dragged off as well with no pokemon to aid him.

"Hello Beautiful!" Jet smiled at the woman in the cloak but was hit in the head with the butt of a gun. "You know I'm not fond of being in chains, they are a little restrictive." Again he was hit in the head. "Alright! I get it! No talking. You people are so anti-social!." He was hit the head again and did not say another word as the chains were cut. He hit the floor hard. "Me and my big mouth."

Two guards grabbed his arms and began to escort him. One the guards hit Jet twice in the face. "You think your funny, punk?"

Jet nodded. "And happy." Jet smiled, only to be kicked in the gut. Jet did not feel talking anymore.

Seeing what happened to Matt and Jet stopped DX from making any moves as his chains were cut. He fell onto hsi stomach, still tired from the climb. Two guards grabbed his arms and pulled him up. The cuffs that were still on his wrists cut into his skin. DX looked back and glared at the guards.

He turned back around as he was punched in the face.

DX tried to restrain his fury as he was escorted away.

((Hey crunchy, is this still up?))

((Sorry, I didn't have much time beforehand.))

Blindfolded before getting beat up and down the place, they were all thrown to their special descended interrogation locations. It would’ve been no doubt in their minds that the leaders of the organisation found this highly amusing. Bloodied up, bruised and broken, their lives as they knew it went under way…

Jimmy:

The sound of a blade being dropped to the ground before Jimmy’s blindfold was taken off. This was the interrogation room. Dark, cold, nowhere to escape. Not even a door. The man was alone with Jimmy, the man who revealed himself to them just before their beatings. Jimmy was cuffed, arms and legs, to the grounded chair in the middle of the room.

“So, your name’s Jimmy, huh?...” he smiled wickedly as he took the blindfold from his eyes, “A once Team Rocket Leader… Leading so-called friends, and a brother?” he paced away, telling it like some kind of storybook, “Fuschia City… Hasn’t been the same since you left… And how was your mother, by the way?” he laughed mockingly.

Matt:

Uncuffed, the woman from earlier threw him into the holds, still blindfolded and all, slamming the door shut-locked behind him, “You have guts trying to run away like that, you little punk. You showed no emotion, no feelings deserting your friends… Whether they are or not, I don’t care. But…perhaps we can use you yet… Perhaps, to persuade you, a blackmail involving your father…? How does that sound?” she sweetly asked behind the door.

((These next two are neither after nor before, but I guess no one will ever know.))

Jet:

Two grunts threw Jet onto the ground. It was freezing and extremely windy. Footsteps of them quickly bailing before a voice was heard through the loud thunder clash. “Remove your hood, ‘Jet’.”

When he did, the man they were introduced to on their last floor was seen standing idly by across from what looked like a roof. Looking up the dark clouds swirled above them keeping a shape of the bubble they were in. Thunder then started striking one after another after another, each one hitting and reflecting from it.

“This… This is one of my favourite places. He helps me to think.” The hooded goon turned to face him, removing it to reveal a pale bald man around in his 30s, “I’ve always wanted to verse a member of the Elite Four… Ever since I was the young, innocent child I was. But that was every child’s dream, now wasn’t it?” he chuckled a little, looking over toward Jet, “It was ‘his’ dream, too, you know?”

Jet was still cuffed at this moment, but the man still threw him the pokeball anyway, a field away without fear of missing or throwing it too far off the edge.

“I picked one random pokemon from your stash to face me. Whatever pokemon it may be, it is foolish to try to escape, for an attempt may as well take your life.”

((In other words, you have no choice but to battle him.))

DX:

His blindfold still wrapped around his head, DX was chained up in another room. The sound of a door opening then slamming awakened the voice of the woman, “So… Tell me, child. Why was it you joined Spence? What do you hope to accomplish by being here?”

DX shook his head and looked around the room. It was dark...too dark to see anything. A woman spoke as the grunt who dragged him here stood by the door.

"So...tell me, child. Why was it you joined SPence? What do you hope to accomplish by being here?"

DX glared at where the voice had come from and the apparent location of the woman.

"I was homeless. Spence and one of the others found me and helped me. I had nowhere to go, so I joined with them. Nothing more," He said.

(I have the best battle thingy, thank you crunchy.)

Jet felt the wind strike his face with chills coming down his spine and made his eyes water. Jet looked at his pokeball and knew it was Salamance, as he knows what pokemon are which in their containers. "So you wish to face the Elite 4, you could of done the old-fashioned way, instead of keeping me in cuffs and treating me like a prisoner. " Jet laughed. "Ha Ha, your bald and I guess this 'He' is your imaginary friend. No matter, I'll take you on."

Jet threw his pokeball to release his Salamance. the fierce Salamance roared loud as the thunder and beat it's giant wings against the wind. Jet waited patiently for the bald guy to reveal his pokemon, hoping it not be a legendary. Jet knew , thanks to Spence, that Team Psyche had legends, and Baldy must have one. I wish this was a martial Arts fight. Jet shook his as the wind intensified and made his hair wavy. This would not be a normal battle.

Jimmy:

“Ah, but you’re not a Rocket anymore, are you?” he quietly chuckled, leaning on the wall across from him, “Fuschia…? Well, I wouldn’t say it’s in the best of hands. Petty gang-wars are amassing throughout that place you call a home. The last so-called attack left Team Aqua outraged, and because they previously had ‘his’ last location, we were driven to lend them some ‘pokemon’…” he closed his eyes, he didn’t seem to care about any of this, “The new leader of your fallen apart legacy… Is your brother. And if he doesn’t stop the fighting and turn himself in, it’ll mean the end of Fusicha City.”

“And what started this mess? Surely you would know…” he chuckled, suddenly bursting out into laugher, “IT WAS YOU AND THAT PATHITIC OLD MAN! Do you even know how many humans and pokemon he’s killed, given to those bastards?! We wouldn’t even begin to count! I wouldn’t even be surprised if it was millions! He’s a walking calamity and plague for God’s sake!” he smiled widely, wiping his nose as the hood was thrown back during this explosion, the man that had or was battling Jet, the bald pale man in his 30s, “You see, it’s your leader’s fault; Spence, it’s all his fault your ruins you call a town are suffering. How do you feel now?!”

“And comparing us to you? Jimmy, you don’t know anything about us, nobody does. And our master has taken all Kanto, Johto and Hoenn under our shadow. But enough of that… I’m not here to compare stories to your fool of a grandfather.”

DX:

“Homeless? What about your parents working the farm under Lavender Town? Heh, so you joined Spence for what, money? You’re still a child and still you wished to follow a path of tragedy and misfortune…?”

After motioning the guard to go, she ripped the blindfold from DX’s eyes. She had long blond rugged hair, pale face, but she was very beautiful to say the least, “Way back, I was an orphan myself. I can’t remember, or even have a simplest picture of them. I didn’t even know where I came from apart from a family history… But I guess that was the same for ‘him’, too. A had a brother and a few friends who survived the incident… But who knows what’s become of them now.”

She had a blank expression while telling him this, neither happy or sad.

“Are you willing to give up anything to save this farm of yours? Are you willing never to see your precious family again?”

Jet:

He chuckled as he fuelled the energy of Salamence’s spirit from his roar, “A long time ago, you weren’t even born then, but there was a tower called the Sprout Tower, it resided in Johto. I was a Monk Apprentice there, of the Order of the Sprout Tower. Every night, I would climb the tower and sit atop, gazing at the sky… The reason why I fancy this place so, is the reminder of what now lays in ruins.”

Suddenly, he became fuelled, but this time by rage. Hateful, vengeful, and overpowering rage.

“Imaginary…? I wish…” he bowed his head, almost shaking. He darted upwards, “‘He’, however, is not my friend, HE is your LEADER! AND I’LL HATE HIM AND HIS PITIFUL EXISTENCE FOREVER!”

He took a pokemon from his belt, “Don’t worry, I’ll fight fair. For now…” he threw it out, “Flygon! Sandstorm!” A normal but larger than average Flygon, it must have been an incredible level. It whipped up a sandstorm inside the protective dome as the man hooded himself, “Come on… Apprentice of Lance… Show me what you’ve got.”

((You attack, my post decides if it hits or misses, my post, your post decides whether it hits or misses. Just a reminder.))

Matt glared daggers at the woman.
"I'm not heartless like you are...I would never abandone my comrades...we were ordered to run...so I did. Besides I'd never join with thugs like you."
Matt flinched at the mention of his father.
"Wait---don;t hurt my father...please..."
He fell back to the floor thinking for a short while.
"...what do you want?"
He felt the tears welling up again but held them back.

Matt:

She leaned against the door. She smiled wildly at his weakness, “You’re still a child, no younger than DX, after all…” she chuckled.

“I’ve got a special task for you… But that time will come as our trump card, just in case things don’t go to plan. In exchange, we will cease your beatings and, of course, no harm will come to your father. However, if you do reveal any of this information to anyone, it’ll be death for good-old-daddy. Got it?”

Jimmy:

“You think yourself too highly, Jimmy. We don’t care or really need any fools like you. We just love the entertainment value of it. The tragedy, the despair, the drama… It’s absolutely exhilarating!”

He turned around, the widest smile on his face, “You know what? I did lie to you about your brother. Doesn’t mean that’s not the story going round, does it?” he chuckled, “Soon they’ll find your beloved mother, and hold her for ransom, for a kid thought to be the kingpin of your little ‘troop’. Now that’s a story.”

The man took a radio from his coat and held it to Jimmy’s ear.

“This is Fusicha City Patrol 3, primary target spotted running inside building. Awaiting orders.”

Another voice responding, a familiar one; the leader of that annoying Team Aqua squadron for before, the one who was cut up from Mewtwo’s attack back at the Safari Zone.

“Patrol 3, hold your position. Surround with teams 1 and 2 to location; we’ll pick them off one by one with sniper fire. Those kids are in liege with the Midnight Leader, they are hostile and dangerous to the core. They must be eliminated.”

“I have one insight, window to the right. Awaiting com---”

The man switched the radio off. “Well, Jimmy, what’s your take on this? Are you willing to be a good boy and listen to what I have to say, or will you simply listen as your friends and family get blown away?”

Theo was just outside the interrogation rooms, though he was leaning on the wall, barely awake.

"I'm surprised they got this far...I wonder how they're handling those intruders? If I know them like I think I do, probably not so well. Ah well, they knew the consequences, but...did they honestly think they could reach the top. I don't care how tough you are, five people are not going to beat an entire organization in a 100-floor building...at least not without a little help.

Jetg looked at the Flygon with caution. That is not a normal Flygon. "So Baldy, I see this 'He' makes you a little hot-headed. Whatever, Salamance fly!"

Salamance flew up above the flygon, while his wings beat harder against the storm, Jet struggled to see salamance through the powerful Sandstorm. "Use Ice beam!"