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Chapter 7
<14:00, The Town of Plymouth>
“YOU KILLED HIM! I’LL KILL YOU!” Giselle screamed as she fired a thunderbolt straight at Andrew.
“Shit.” He muttered. Suddenly he saw a streak of light bolt over Giselle’s head and slam into the ground in front of him. “Claire?!?” he whispered as the thunderbolt blasted straight into the glowing form. Andrew blinked. As the glow dissipated he could start to make out two things; a sword, embedded into the ground, and a pair of brilliant white wings. “Claire? Did you evolve?” He called.
“You told me this wouldn’t happen.” Came the terse reply. Andrew grinned. “Now then. Our battle isn’t over, little mouse bitch.” Claire called at the shocked Giselle. “You tried to kill my tamer. I think it’s time to return the favor.” She said as she pulled her smoking sword out of the ground.
“HOLD!”
Andrew looked behind him. May was kneeling on the ground checking Hino. She looked at him. “Tamer Hino is unable to battle. Peekabu Giselle, will you continue this battle?”
Giselle slumped her shoulders. “I can’t win.” She whispered.
“Very well. Tamer Andrew and Valkyrie Claire are the victors. As tamer Hino is unable to complete the terms of this engagement, I will act as he in compensating tamer Andrew. Tamer Andrew, your Pokédex, please.” Andrew handed her his Pokédex. “Here is tamer Hino’s harem composition.” Amy said, handing Andrew’s Pokédex back to him. He scanned it.
Hino
Age: 17
Active Harem:
Giselle – Peekabu, Level 9
Stacy – Mini-Top, Level 23
Ashlee – Growltit, Level 11
Andrew whistled. “Where did he get that Mini-Top? Officer, can I release the Mini-Top to gauge her? I don’t trust the fact that Hino didn’t use her to battle me.”
May shrugged. “As officiator, I have no problems with that.”
Andrew nodded and triggered the release on the pokéball. Claire moved in to his shoulder, just in case.
Instead of materializing standing up, the Mini-Top materialized lying on the ground, her eyes shut. Andrew immediately leapt towards her, despite Claire’s word of warning. Gently straightening out her body, Andrew noted the bruises and bent limbs. He glared at Hino’s unconscious form with rage. “I was too easy on him.” He spat. He looked at May who was standing behind him in shock. “Pokéball please.” He took it and immediately recalled the Mini-Top. “Officer. You have been witness to an abused Pokégirl. It is up to you to question tamer Hino as to why his Mini-Top is in this state. My guess is he won’t even know that she became what she is. I am claiming her as my salvage. Please take care Hino doesn’t lose his sorry life.” Andrew glanced at Giselle and noticed the tears in her eyes. “And please make sure to at least give Hino a psychic evaluation before releasing his other Pokégirls into his care. As a concerned tamer I am asking this.”
May was shaking with suppressed rage. “Thank you tamer Andrew. Take care. May I please have your number? I may need to call you for your testify.”
Andrew shrugged. “I don’t have a com. But if you give me yours, I will check in from time to time to see if you need me. And if I get a com, I will immediately call you to notify you.”
May nodded and gave him what he assumed was the number for the local police station. “Thank you for your assistance tamer Andrew.” She said and picked up Hino, presumably to get him to medical treatment.
“Officer, he has had his left arm disabled by nothing more than a pressure point, it will come back in an hour. His right arm is broken at the elbow, and he should have multiple broken ribs on his right side. Those should be his only injuries.”
May nodded. “I saw what you did. May I ask where you learned that fighting style?”
Andrew shrugged. “If I may I would like to keep the where a secret, but it is called ‘Shaolin quán fa’ or Kempo. It is a fighting style that focuses on defeating an enemy with minimal loss to either side, with minimal or no weapons against a superiorly armed opponent.” He glanced at Hino. “I may have gone a bit overboard.”
May snorted. “I think your training does you credit.” She turned and began walking away again.
Andrew shrugged and motioned to Claire to follow him.
As he entered the Pokécenter, Andrew saw several stunned faces watching him. A few were tamers, but most were Pokégirls, including Amy behind the counter. Andrew turned and whispered to Claire, “I’m just going to have you healed from that thunderbolt. And I’m going to get a taming room, okay?” She grinned at him and nodded. Putting her up, Andrew walked up to the counter. “Healing and cleaning cycle, for both. And a taming room, please.” He said. Amy stared at him. “Is everything alright Amy?” he asked.
She gave a start and stared at him sheepishly. “I was just thinking that I forgot to do your bloodwork. I think we probably should, since you just took out that tamer with your fists in less than three seconds.”
Andrew chuckled. “That long? I’m getting slow.”
Amy shook her head. “Ok. Wow. Let me take care of your girls and I’ll get the key to the taming room.” She said and left Andrew at the counter. He took the time to look around the room. Most of the tamers and Pokégirls had stopped staring, but he saw one still watching. She quickly looked away and started reading something in her lap. Andrew walked over to her.
“Who are you?” He asked. The Pokégirl’s head snapped up and she stared at him. “You were watching me fight. You are interested in me. And you’re not some random. Your tamer isn’t here. You are not feral and you have an education. Who are you?”
The Pokégirl stared back at him. “How did you draw any of those conclusions?” She asked.
“Watching me is easy. I saw you. You being interested is also easy; you are the last one to be staring at me and when I made eye contact, you quickly looked away. In the same way that let’s me draw that you are not feral and have an education. If feral, you wouldn’t be here, or probably able to talk, for one. Two, you wouldn’t start reading. Ferals don’t give a hoot about books. That also tells me you have an education. Only someone who likes to read would naturally go towards a book as an action to pretend you aren’t doing something else. Your tamer isn’t here because none of the tamers here,” he said, and motioned around, “are sitting close enough to be your tamer. That and none of them are sitting in a way to include you. Even the most hated Pokégirl would still be treated as an insider.”
She smiled at him ruefully. “You’re good. And right. Braxton sent me to keep an eye on you.” She said, before offering him a com unit. “He would like to keep in touch. This com has his number preprogrammed into it.” She smiled. “I’m a Guntit, by the way. You’ve already met my mother.”
Andrew didn’t reach out to take the unit. “Isn’t one bugged piece of hardware enough for him?”
The Guntit froze. “What do you mean?”
“I mean your mother already bugged my Pokédex, so why should I accept a com from her daughter?”
She withdrew her arm. “How did you find it?” She asked, mostly curiosity in her eyes.
“I knew what I was looking for. I have worked spec ops before, so I knew he would want to trace me. After I knew that, I just looked for something that seemed different. I found it.”
The Guntit nodded. “I see. So, you probably are going to decline my other offer, then.”
“And that would be?”
“To let me join your harem.” She grinned at the shocked look on Andrew’s face. “You could use me.”
Andrew rolled his eyes. “And you would just be a spy. Maybe later. After I punch Braxton around a bit.”
The Guntit laughed. “Thought you would say that. Take care, Andrew.” She said, and got up.
Andrew watched her go. “Yea, a GunValkyrie or Blasticunt would be nice. But not you. Not yet.” He said. He glanced down. “She left the unit.” He contemplated it for a few seconds before shrugging and picking it up. They were already monitoring him through his ‘dex. Might as well use the gift.
Outside, the Guntit tapped the side of her head. “He took it, like you thought he would. Everything the way you predicted it.” She said. She listened for a few moments. “Yea. I’ll make contact a few days after he visits the ranch, but how do you know-“ She stopped. “Yea, of course, he’ll want one. But what does that have to do with… Yes sir. I’m coming back.” She said and jogged off down the street.
Inside, Andrew watched her. Behind him he heard Amy call his name. Turning around, he walked back to the counter.
“Andrew, the Mini-Top had immense internal injuries. I wouldn’t recommend taming her for a little while.”
Andrew nodded. “Very well. Thank you for your help, Amy. Tonight belongs to Claire, and tomorrow will belong to Stacy. However, tomorrow night or the night after will be totally free.” He grinned at her. “And I have no plans of leaving, now.”
Amy smiled back. “Give all of tomorrow to your Mini-Top. The poor thing was really hurt.”
Andrew nodded. “Ok. Thanks, Amy.” He said, taking the key to the taming room and waving as he went back.
Andrew Ranger
Age: 27
Licenses:
Tamer:Y
Master Tamer:N
Researcher:N
Watcher:N
Breeder:N
Active Harem:
Hauteclere – Valkyrie, Level 14
Stacy – Mini-Top, Level 23
??? – Catgirl, Feral