Sam Fisher

Sam sighed from his back, gazing up at the stars. He and Bo lay underneath the forest canopy after a long day's travel. They had been making their way towards New York City after multiple tips from fellow Rebellion members, too many tips to ignore any longer. They were just a couple days outside of the city now, having left from Arizona months ago. They went to Arizona after they caught wind of a Rebel base being formed. His hopes were dashed however, finding nothing but another rumor spread by The Regime with hopes of tricking Rebel sympathizers out of the shadows. Another near death experience, another escape under his belt. He figured he had to be somewhere high up on The Regime's most wanted list by now. He chuckled aloud at the thought. "Whadya think they'll do to us if they ever get their hands on us Bo?" he said, rolling over and sprawling out onto Bo like he always did. Bo snorted, shaking his mane free of the thought of capture. "Yeah I suppose youre right. We'll be dead before we ever find that out." He smiled and patted Bo on the ribs sternly, just how he liked. They were secluded where they lay, with a wall of rock a few feet away and heavy brush surrounding them. Knowing nothing would make it within a hundred yards without Bo knowing, Sam allowed himself to drift to sleep, at peace in the wild with Bo, where he belonged.

They'd catch the Regime by dusk now; don't sleep on an underdog. Walking in the pale of moonlight, Indigo and his Nidoran♂ traversed the countryside towards NYC, where advanced Regime activity was being reported in across the country. They had trained for long enough, and now it was time to hit them where it hurt. Attacking such a major encampment required a major force, but Indigo had lost contact with any rebel forces long ago. He'd have to do it himself. Indigo walked poised, light of feet, heel to toe. Sticks did not break underfoot, but it was impossible to eliminate all noise when wearing dress shoes. He didn't need anything for hiding, as the darkness was their camouflage. Nidoran♂ would stride much like Indigo, however he was in his pokéball at the moment. No need for extra sound.

Their journey led them to some particularly heavy shrubbery. Indigo wade through the green sea of twigs and leaves as best he could, but it was impossible to not be heard within a hundred yards or so. He was making too much noise, hell, the Regime could be closing in on him now. Paranoia set in and Indigo decided to sit still for a moment to dissuade anyone that might be listening. Just in case, he gripped his pokéball tightly, teeth grit and eyes darting about the dim forest. There were only rare beams of light, but he still had to worry about being sniffed out.

After weeks of taking backroads and sidestreets up the east coast Forrest and Mika finally arrived at a dingy broken down abandoned park outside the New York City limits. Why were the duo heading for New York? News travels fast when concerning the Regime. Heavy activity including but not limited to Pokemon trafficking. A large shipment of apparently powerful pokemon is scheduled to arrive in the next couple of days via cargo ship. If the self proclaimed ranger and his trusty partner have anything say about it they'd march strait into the city and wreak as much havok as possible. That would be suicide obviously, but the sentiment was still there. After finding a decent hiding spot Forrest and Mika made camp. Small fire, small tent for two, and a small dinner of assorted berries and Pokefood. Everything had to be small and made for a quick getaway. The Regime could be anywhere, anyone, and anytime. They had to be alert at all times and sleep with one eye open. A trick Forrest learned a long time ago and was thankful to still have.

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Sam awoke to Bo standing alert and pulling on his sleeve. In an instant Sam was up with his pack on. Sam and Bo were a finely tuned machine. Bo's body language and growl pattern was enough for Sam to determine where the danger was at and how far. Slowly they circled out away from the wall they were next to. Bo had sensed something just at the range of his smell, perhaps just over a hundred yards out. Staying low, Sam was able to catch a silhouette of a person in the moonlight. As he noticed this Bo turned his attention the other way, where a campfire could be seen off in the distance. Who in their right mind would light a fire this close to New York? Regime agents wouldnt travel alone, especially at this time of night. Sam ran through possibilities in his mind. Odds are, it was Rebel agents making their way to the city as well. That was good and bad for Sam. More people meant it would be harder to sneak in if they decided to tag along. He couldnt leave somebody helpless out here alone if they were in danger. Sam looked at Bo who nodded. If it was indeed a Regime trap of some kind, they would just fight their way out like usual. Sam signaled Bo to stand down. Sam yelled out, "Hello. My name is Sam. My pokemon is here next to me. Please show yourself slowly, we dont want anybody getting hurt." Bo was low, ready to pounce at a moments notice.

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Indigo reset his footing upon hearing the voice calling from a distance. A rustle emitted from the bush, and he swore under his breath. He'd been found, but by whom? He peeked his head above the thick shrubbery he was hiding it to spot a faint outline, no two, in the distance. Judging by the situation, whoever was calling out to him had a pokémon who had a strong sense of smell. It was the only way Indigo could have been detected. Poochyena? Houndour? Or perhaps it could see in the dark, or was had someone seen him enter the brush somehow? There were many possibilities. Indigo tapped the pokéball on his leather belt, faint clicks sounding in beat. No, not yet. There were chances that this was another rebel sympathizer, or someone neutral in the war. To give Indigo the chance to reveal himself before attacking seemed too clever for a Regime scout. Maybe they were testing the waters and hadn't actually seen him, no, that was unlikely. Indigo had been roused, what was the right response?

After a time, Indigo stood from the bush he was hiding in, avoiding any faint beams of light coming through the canopy above. He gripped his pokéball with one hand, the other hanging loosely beside of him. It was enough to hide the technology without seeming suspicious. His shoes crunched leaves underfoot as he hurdled a final branch within the entanglement. His feet pointed directly forward, shoulders poised, torso slightly turned away. Indigo stopped just before one of the sources of moonlight, giving his body a faint white outline in the perspective of onlookers. He adjusted his black lenses and scratched his noise, flicking a splinter from the bridge. Indigo coughed. More silence, more crickets. Suddenly, there was a breach in the contract of quiet. "Who are you? It makes a man wary to suggest anyone might get hurt" Indigo said. He voluntarily failed to introduce himself in the meantime, sizing up the situation instead.

Kale heard noise ahead of him and immediately dove for cover. The Regime was in the area and he couldn't be too careful. Sure, he could take them one-on-one, but they tend to travel in groups, especially at night.

He saw Eve's head pop as she sniffed the air. "Eve" she said excitedly.

"Another pokemon?" he asked, as she didn't get excited about humans. The pokemon was probably one she felt comfortable around, which meant that it wasn't that different than her. "Which direction?"

She pointed in a towards the creature and, after making sure that he didn't see any humans around, Kale stood up and motioned for her to show him the way. A few minutes later he saw movement through underbrush. He motioned for Eve to slow down and crouched down himself, slowly moving forward. He got to a clearing and looked through the underbrush at the edge of it. There he saw pokemon that was much like Eve, but black in color with yellow circles and rings on it.@Overlord24

It'd been approximately a month and a half since I'd left what was once known as my home. Our journey left us on the outskirts of New York. People of the town had been talking behind closed doors of a Rebellion, and how they'd join up with other members in upstate New York where safe passage may be offered. I'd heard of several situations where the Regime would spread rumors such as these to capture members of the rebellion, but I had to find out for myself. I wasn't about to wait and miss out on a potential opportunity, but I'd be as cautious as possible upon closing in on the safe place. From a distance shot a loud explosion and a dark flash that spread out across the city sky. My eyes met Vi's, who tucked tail and ran for a nearby bush under a fairly large willow tree in a neighborhood yard. Kicking the small log out into the street from the small fire Vi made for us to keep warm, I grabbed my pack and took a running start at the tree Vi hid beneath. Leaping as high as I could, I grabbed on to a couple branches and pulled myself up into the tree, climbing up midway to keep me out of immediate sight. No one would find me in my dark clothing unless they were really looking for me. I could see Vi below me staring back into the direction it all came from and hunkered down, hair raising up on her hide quarters and teeth bared in a menacing smile. I, too, looked the same way and could now hear men yelling out orders, from. Yelling wasn't the only thing I heard. I heard footsteps. Loud ones. As if the person was running, quite possibly from the group of men off in the distance. Making sure Vi stayed low in the thick brush, I held my breath as the steps grew louder, and closer thinking to myself, "This isn't it."

Chris was walking through the woods in the dead of night, hoping to get to New York City before morning. He had heard of a group of rebels, and was hoping that he would be able to help them, by healing their pokemon. He hoped that there wouldn't be too much trouble. Legally, he was still a part of the Regime. He had told his family that he was going on a trip to see what the country was like, and they didn't question him much. Overall, they seemed okay with it. This was good - it meant that nobody would be looking for him, which would keep him and Duskull safe. He still had his Regime ID card, and his medic jacket. Chris and Duskull were walking (and floating) along, when they heard a bang, and then a dark flash.

"Duskull, we should probably check that out," he said to his Duskull, "Go invisible, and follow me."

Duskull went invisible, and Chris began running towards the source of the bang. After less than a minute of running, Chris and Duskull ran into a Regime solider, who had an Umbreon and a gun (@Overlord24). Duskull made sure to stay out of sight, and hid in a tree and became slightly visible to conserve energy. Thankfully, he was out of sight. Chris noticed that the solider was a rank lower than him, and began to pretend that he was still in the Regime.

"Solider, what was that gunshot?" he asked.

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Meanwhile, in the city proper. A veterinarian was doing some late night paperwork. Doctor Jethro Lowe sighed. He would much rather have his porygon input the ata while he went out to the pub... but as a citizen under watch, the curfew applied to him. Jethro sighed deeply, he could still remember the innocous flyer that got him on the watch list. It had been an insignificant piece of writing. Full of generic claptrap about rising free and starting revolution. The police raid even had to outright fish the thing out of his trash bin.

He looked over to his wondrous artificial assistant. The porygon was doing... something. Jethro had been wondering what went through the computerized mind of the creature ever since his pokeball got revoked. Before that, it was easily missed. But lately, he had been confronted with how the pokemon spends its free time just... floating somewhere until given new orders. Yet the naunced and detailed manner with which the porygon handled these orders suggested there was at least some autonomous intelligence in it. Did it onlyh think while acting? COuld it only respond to commands? Or did it spend its free time thinking about the mysteries of life.

The doctor was jolted up from his thoughts by the sound of knocking coming from his door. Another surprise inspection? When would they realize he didn't want any trouble and had no intention of challanging the regime... With a sigh, he opened the door, and was surprised to see not the familiar steel faced visage of his assigned correctional officer, but a bloodied man. Standing on just one leg, with his other limoing behind with a wicked slash across it. "Hey... you a doctor right? I need painkillers!"

Jethro staggered back. Who was this guy? "I'm just a veterinarian! Shouldn't I call the hospital?" He reached for the phone, but the man raised his hand as if to motion him not to do it. "No hospital... no police either... Just patch me up and I'll be gone."

He didn't want a proper doctor... That was a suspect sign. Was this someone of the resistance? his garb certainly suggested such. Clothed in a long trench coat, a rag covering a good half of his face. "Who the hell are you? Tell me or I'm calling the cops!" Before Jethro finished the sentence, he was thrown to the ground. The man moved with a n unexpected speed and power. It would have been impressive to Jethro to see the man exert himself with such debilitating wounds, but right now, the doctor's mind was focused more on the strong arm keeping him pressed to the ground.

"Don't play games with me man. We know you were interested in the cause... YOu wouldn't sell out a fellow free man... would you?" Jethro shook his head as best he could, immobilized as it was between an arm and the floor. Suddendly, the man flew sideways against the coat hanger in the hall. Jethro turned to see his porygon, flashing its eyes. It didn't need orders to protect its owner from harm. The distance suggested the pokemon had used its innate psychic powers to push the assailant away. As jethro crawled away, he could see something coming from the hall... The man had a pokemon with him as well. A flash of jet black sailed through the house and threw itself on porygon. The snarling form of a houndoom pinned the artificial being to the ground.

Jethro turned to the man again. Who was now treathening him with a rather wicked looking knife. "Freaking bad intel... I was told this was a safehouse." He exclaimed. "I picked up a few folders of you guys once! I don't want to be involved!" Jethro had his hand raised. The intruder closed the appartment's front door. "Whatever, just fix me up and I'll leave you alone"

Jethro nodded. He was ready to do anything to get this lunatic out of his house. "Alright, let me just get some things from the medicine cabinet." He walked away from the man, keeping his arms held high and visible. Jethro walked over to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. The intruder looked at him through the doorway. Searching through the various prescription medicines for pokemon, Jethro uncovered a bottle containing just what he needed. He took the medicine and a clean roll of bandages. "Alright, I'm coming back to you now! here's my hands! I have your meds in them!"

The intruder grasped at the bottle once. "Hold on!" Jethro exclaimed. "That's prescription stuff! A wrong dosage and you'll be dead!" The intruder sat down on a chair in the kitchen and unrolled a sleeve, keeping Jethro in the corner of his eyes all the way. "Come on doc, hit it!" Jethro slowly approached the man. He took a syringe he held alongside the bottle, measured out a dosage, and injected the man carefully and deliberately.

Almost immediately, the man tensed down. Jethro knew it was probably jsut a placebo effect. The meds wouldn't take effect until another few minutes. Still, it was good to see the man calm down. They exchanged a look, and the man spoke again. 'Well, what are you waiting for? my leg isn't bandaging itself!" Jethro jumped and sat down on his knees to comply.

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A few tense minutes later. The man's leg was bandaged up and the medicine was starting to take effect. THe houndoom had been recalled to its owner's side. "So... what's your deal? Who showed up at my doorstep and made me patch up a wound on his leg at knifepoint" Jethro asked as he offered the pokemon a treat from the kitchen. The black hound seemed nice enough while not protecting its owner. And it looked like it hadn't really wounded A.C. in any way. "I mean, you don't have to tell me, but it'd be nice to know why my evening of filling out paperwork was so rudely interrupted.

Sam didnt know who this man was, but he knew he wasnt Regime. He had spent his whole life fighting and running from Regime soldiers, and could sniff them out well enough now. The man was alone and cautious, feeling him out. Sam was not afraid of a single man, or anyone for that matter. He decided to get risky and tell all to the man. Worst case scenario, he and Bo would fight their way out. If there was one thing he was good at, it was fighting his way out of a corner. "My name is Sam Fisher. I am a member of the Rebellion. Maybe youve heard of me?" he asked. Many times when meeting fellow Rebels, they tell Sam stories theyve heard of him and his "fire dog". Sam did the man one better and slowly extended his palms out to the side, showing that he carried no weapons. "Bo here is my pokemon, were heading to Manhattan Island to hopefully meet up with other Rebel agents there. If youd show yourself plainly for me to see id be more than happy to have Bo here stand down. He's a friendly pup."

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@TheIrishJJ@Overlord24So, neither one of them are with the Regime. thought Kale, realizing that they both travel alone at night. Still, the Regime could be watching, or it could be a setup and they only appeared to be traveling alone. He needed to introduce himself in a way that didn't alert them to his true sympathies in case one of those were true. After a few seconds of thought, he motioned for Eve to enter the clearing, then a few seconds later stood up and entered it himself.

"Eve, what are you..." He looked at the two men in uniforms standing before him. "Oh, I'm sorry, Eve just started running this way and I couldn't catch her." He motioned to Eve, who was looking at them with Baby Doll Eyes, something she knew to do when he started apologizing. "I was just taking her for a walk and I guess she smelled one of her own kind out here." He motioned to the Umbreon. "It's been a long time since she met another of her species." Over eight years, he thought, but they don't need to know that. Normally he'd introduce himself to someone new, but under the guise that they were Regime officers it wouldn't be appropriate.

It couldn't be seen in the dark, but Indigo's chest heaved. A sigh trailed out of his lips. One misstep out here and the plan is ruined. Indigo had gotten it right, for now. "I can't say I have," He stepped forward into the light, "Though I've lost contact for some time now. Good to see I have allies, yet," Indigo said. It was true, Indigo hadn't heard from the Rebels for two months now. He wasn't one to start conversation, which explained why he'd never heard of Sam before, and likely vice versa. Indigo wasn't much to be known, or to know other people. It was better that way; the Regime had less to track him and his pokémon with. "My name is Indigo Samson." He stepped fully into view now, about ten feet away, before giving a slight bow. Indigo had formal wear on, something one might attend a dinner party with. Purple suit coat, brown vest, dark dress pants and shoes, with a leather belt that secured his precious pokéball.

Indigo unstrapped the pokéball from his belt and held it up, showing his intentions. A red bolt shot from the ball and landed onto the ground, taking form. "This is Maximillian," Indigo said. The Nidoran♂ stood poised, legs straight and shoulders arched. His neck craned and his horn was just hovering skyward. The Nidoran♂ blinked but reacted little else to Sam and his Growlithe, Bo. Maximillian was surprisingly silent for a pokémon, with not even a stir from his mouth. He maintained this stance just to the left of Samson's dress shoes. Indigo spoke plainly after some moments of silence. "You're going to Manhattan. Let's go together." Indigo spoke with his hands as much as he did his words. "We won't enter Manhattan as quietly, but odds are there'll be a fight if we're alone or not," Indigo said. He adjusted his glasses, looking to Maximillian who looked back. "And I don't plan on losing."

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I clung to the trunk of the tree in hopes of staying hidden. I could just barely make out what the two - wait, now three, men looked like, let alone what they were saying. Two sounding very formal and militant, most likely Regime soldiers. The other, however, sounded like he was fumbling on his words, possibly a young kid. 'Another rebel? ..gods help him. Hope he makes it out of there.' I looked down at Vi who was still crouched in the bush below me, thinking to myself, 'If something goes down, we'll be there to help.' Placing my hand over my chest where Grimm's ball was safely tucked away in my sleeveless vest beneath my jacket, I whispered under my breath, "They won't take any more of us." Vi began to get restless below me, and I could feel it.. but could they see her? From above, I could just barely make out her head and ears, enough to know she was still there at least. I'd hoped she'd picked a thick enough bush that from a straight on view, she couldn't be seen. '-a long time since she met another of her species.' I focus my eyes over to the group ahead, and just make out two men ^{as I'd assumed} in Regime soldier outfits, and the young boy standing with them. Much smaller than the two giant soldiers standing before him. Staying put in my tree, I hardly allow myself to breath and remain as still as a statue in attempts to not be seen. I needed to get out of here, but not till they dispersed. There was too much action around here, and I needed to be back on the move at least make it into New York by morning. I had about another hour of travel left before I could accomplish that.

Running. Up the stairwell, passing floor after floor with the sound of clacking metal-capped shoes on chipped laminate. Yes, stairways still existed, even in the far future for automation had not reached so far outside the splendors of the regime. Further out, in the rustic ghettos of the past, another age dwelt. Forlorn apartments, either condemned, dying or vacant dotted the districts, pop-up areas for all the vermin to gather and die together. Coughing, sickly moans, and unwarranted groans filled the lower floors, as bodies were moved to make way for the chase. It was stupid of him to have fallen for it. To think taking one down would let escape was foolishness, and now he had paid for it. They were behind him, not too far down the stairwell, but it would only be a matter of time before they catch up. Fortunately even if ghost-types laughed at physical barriers, they still required orders from their trainers to make matters easier. So he had time, time enough to worry about the poison or rather venom. Each step was time lost, his pursuers were good, but not good enough. A quick glance at his belt hurried his pace, skipping the steps as required to get to the top.

An ariados of all things. Sticky string houndour burned off, but the poison was worsening. For both of them. As his vision began to blur, eyes began to blink as the effects of the poisoning made it difficult to maintain coordination. The rails were his guide, he had to make it, they would execute him upon capture. The door was his salvation, and so with panting breath and vertigo, he kicked it open and threw caution to the wind. Wide paces, his nausea dizzying at such heights as the building overlooked the streets below, nowhere to turn, but to the next building over by the rooftop. A leap of faith, running back and trusting that one could make the jump. So it was, and so it shall go with his running start.

Being kicked in the balls. That was the landing, hard and disabling, but he had no time to worry about the pain swelling up his arm. Having pulled himself up from the edge, barely made it to the building over certainly enough to pull his rotators. Of which he had to accept it and move on, clutching his arm with his other and sighing that the next building was far closer this time. How many of these did he have to jump to? No time to think of it, either way Conrad was a dead man if he didn't.

Go, don't look back, they are behind you, you know they are. But look forward, always look forward, look for where you can duck into, hide into, and slip into. A place to elude them for a day or two. Pay no mind to the toxins running in your veins and causing your organs to fail you. Breathing becomes labored, your windpipe constricting, your muscles in spasms. What are the options? Get caught and die? Run and die? Fall and die? Keep running, yes, into that building there, no, wait it's higher. A window will have to do. Is it going to shatter when you throw your body at it?

shattering glass, a roll of black, the frantic running again as onlookers gasped at the sudden appearance of the man in his black regalia. A uniform of the Shadow Division, iconic to strike fear in the hearts of rebellion. Black and red, a rank insignia and a shoulder guard of security clearances. But his uniform was frayed, torn in places, and weather beaten, shabby from a long history of life as a deserter. What was this building? A symbol on a wall suggested it was one of the Silph Company buildings, no time to confirm, just grab the nearest flat-object, that metal bar you nearly impaled yourself on would do. Yes, take it and use it to pry apart the elevator doors with your good hand.

Down the cable, brace yourself against it, hug it well, hold it against you as you would a dear lover. Then jump down, and fall into the abyss. The elevator itself will stop your fall, just don't fall to fast or you'll break your legs. Hold on, slow down, pull the rope to hold yourself, the car is coming up, drop down, hurry open the service hatch. Locked from the inside "Damn it."

An unwell pokemon was released, clinging on for life as it weakly growled and spouted some heated flames to melt the metal hatch. "Ember Houndour, now tear it off! come on!" A grabbing hand yanked the pokemon away from the open hatch, singeing the jacket on the hot steel. Their time was almost up. Without an antivenom, they had only a few minutes to live. Quite a pair, running down the last flight of stairs and exiting the back door. Keep running, they wouldn't give up the chase so easily.

"Damn it." Conrad collapsed with a thud against a door. And a whining houndour fell down with him.

And as sheer luck would have it he landed right at the doorsteps of a Doctor.

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Chris listened to the soldier's explanation, which seemed reasonable enough. He noticed how the young boy was so scared of him. Chris remembered that his family were quite known in the Regime. Thankfully, he hadn't needed to use this yet, but it could come in handy. It probably also helped that he was 6'7", just over a foot taller than this particular soldier. "I trust you handled him well," Chris told the soldier.

Suddenly, an Eevee ran into the clearing that Chris and the soldier were in, followed by a young man. "Oh, I'm sorry, Eve just started running this way and I couldn't catch her," the boy apologised. An Eevee AND an Umbreon, Chris thought, These would be very good for the Eevee breeding programme. Chris was surprised that these boys would have these pokemon. Most of them were in a breeding programme to make more, due to their rarity. Suddenly, Chris realised how he was thinking, as if he was still in the Regime. I need to stop thinking like this, he told himself, I don't want to get caught back up with that retched organisation. "I was just taking her for a walk and I guess she smelled one of her own kind out here. It's been a long time since she met another of her species," the boy said.

"What's your name?" he asked the boy, annoyed that he had to keep up the act longer. "Why are you out so late?"

Forrest and Mika were about to bed down for the night when the sound of a voice permiated their tent. A moment later another voice sent Forrest scrambling out of the tent to douse the small flame that was their fire. The second voice spoke again. This time Forrest triangulated the direction it came from. They were deeper into the trees than he was a fair bit away, but he still had to make sure they weren't Regime agents. As Forrest moved to investigate Mika made a whimper. "It'll be fine bud. Come on. Just stay low and be quiet." Said the trainer to his pokemon as he heeded his own words. Staying as low and as quiet as he could he followed the sound of the voices. After a few moments the pair stopped in his tracks as he saw and heard something all too familiar. The tell tale flash and crackle of energy of someone calling a pokemon to or from their pokeball. Now that he was closer he could hear better and the second voice seemed to be making introductions with the first. Taking the opportunity to move again Forrest and Mika snuck closer until he could make outlines of the two voices. Forrest thought he heard mention of the Rebels, but couldn't tell so he scooted a little closer and listened for more info. He prayed they weren't Regime thugs, but with his luck it could be anybody.

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