[ WP ] You are a world class assassin but you do n't kill people . You 're paid to take out Pokémon .

He plucked the toothpick from his mouth, examining the chewed end. The splintered wood shone with his saliva. He flicked it away and withdrew a small case from the breast pocket of his vest, from which he pulled another toothpick. He bit it and shifted it to the corner of his mouth and began to chew, he sighed. *My legs hurt, and I've got to piss. The rat needs to show soon* 
 
 From his spot high above the stadium he could see everything. Thousands were gathered to watch the best compete. His target was slated as the seventh battle of the day, according to his information. He checked his watch. *Nine hours. Nine fucking hours I've been laying here. * He sighed again and looked down the scope of his rifle. He saw arena attendants clearing the field for the next battle, his target would be in the battle that followed. 
 
 He shifted back from his weapon, it's metal body painted an earthy tan. His whole attire was a blend of grey and brown and green, to blend with the ground of his perch on the cliff face high above the arena. As the battle started his mind drifted, he had no great love of watching these charades. *Three hundred thousand. Three hundred for one rat. * He chewed the toothpick. 
 
 His thoughts went to what he would spend his money on, his mind swimming from the possibilities. *With three hundred thousand, I could take break for a while. I've already got some saved. I could take a ride on the Anne, or hit the casino in Goldenrod. * He looked again through the scope, the current battle was coming to end. 
 
 He pulled back the bolt on the rifle, checking to make sure everything was in working order. He slid it back into place, got himself another toothpick and waited. Through his scope he watched the attendants clear the field. When the next pair of contestants took the field he quickly identified his target. 
 
 A young man had taken the field, black spiky hair poked out from under a red and white hat. At his feet, his target. Before he could take a shot, the battle started. The little yellow rat, almost cherubic with it's red cheeks, darted quickly at the opposing creature. With two of it's four arms the creature swiped at the rat, though to avail. The two fell into a pattern like that for a brief time, the bigger creature swiping and the smaller dodging. The smaller darted back, at the command of the young man with the hat. Lighting short forth from the small yellow creature. Two huge bolts struck the four armed monstrosity square in the chest, and down it went. 
 
 Triumphant the little yellow creature returned to it's master, where it took a perch on his shoulder. The boy rubbed it's head and said something to his opponent. *It's now or never, I'll never hit it while it's fighting. * He placed his cross-hair over the center of it's head, exhaled slightly, and squeezed the trigger. 
 
 Time slowed, as it always did when he took a kill-shot. The small creature's head exploded backward, the creature it's self flew off the boy's shoulder. It's body tumbled end over end until it came to rest on the floor of the arena, blood pooling beneath. The boy's face transformed into a mask of horror, painted with the blood and brains of his pet. He sprang to his feet, snatched his rifle and ran. Working as he ran, he collapsed the rifle down and stored it in the pack he wore on his back. On and on he ran. 
 
 He came to a walk beside a small river, finally taking the time to rest. From his belt he pulled the GPS device, reading his coordinates. *I'm not far from the rendezvous, better call it in. * He clipped the GPS back onto his belt and from the other side he withdrew the satellite phone. He walked on and dialed the only number in the phone. 
 
 `` It's done.'' He spoke into the phone. `` I'll be there.'' 
 
 He picked up the pace. His contact would be meeting him at the rendezvous, cash in hand. As he began up a steep hill his thoughts went again to the money. *Maybe I'll set up on the Orange Islands. A little house right on the water. Just me, my money, and whatever I want. * He continued on up the slope until he he was actually climbing. Grinding the toothpick between his teeth, he carefully sought each hand and foothold. 
 
 Once he had reached the top he pulled himself up. The helicopter sat where it had landed on the flat plateau-like surface of the top of the hill. The door on the side of the helicopter slid back, an open invitation. He approached and when the voice within bid him enter he did. He pulled himself in and buckled his straps. His client, beside him, was similarly strapped. He was a young man, near the same age as the boy that owned the rat. His brown hair spiked around the headset he wore. He held another headset in his outstretched hand. When the headset was secure, his client began to speak. 
 
 `` It's done then?'' 
 
 `` It is. I'd say it were clean, but that's not what you paid for.'' 
 
 `` Did he see it? Where was he when you killed it?'' 
 
 `` The rat was on his shoulder. I only stayed long enough to confirm the kill.'' 
 
 His client smiled and let his his rest back on his seat. The helicopter flew on, over green hills and the occasional lake. At some point he nodded off, only to be woken by his client as they flew towards the large city. He watched the window as the buildings got closer. After a smooth landing on one of the taller buildings they exited the helicopter. He and his client approached a set of doors, walked a short hallway and entered an elevator. 
 
 `` My money.'' It was n't a question. 
 
 `` Oh yes.'' The other said. `` I have it here.'' 
 
 He took the briefcase and opened it. His smile was impossible to contain. Three-hundred thousand Pokédollars stared up at him from the briefcase. 
 
 `` Three hundred thousand, as promised.'' 
 
 He stared at the client. A young man of no more than sixteen. 
 
 `` Yeah, as promised. But I've got ta know, why so much for one rat?'' 
 
 The younger man considered that for a moment. The elevator continued down. 
 
 `` It was n't a rat you know? It was a mouse. Mine was a rat. All you need to know is that things are even between he and I now. A mouse for a rat. I trust I wo n't need to worry about loose ends?'' 
 
 `` No sir, I value myself a professional.'' 
 
 `` Good then, I think it's time we went our separate ways. Thank you for your service. I look forward to never seeing you again.'' 
 
 The elevator came to halt. Briefcase in hand he exited. He turned to face his client for the last time. 
 
 `` It was a pleasure....Mr. Oak.'' 
 
 

