Chapter 8: The Black Sword Saga Part Three: “Rescued at last”

Jack stopped the snowmobile up on a hill. The snow was coming down harder then before a blizzard was on its way. He looked down below and a large warehouse shaped building was before him. According to the tracking devise, Miyamoto must be inside.

“I’m coming,” he thought aloud.

Meanwhile…

Miyamoto lay shackled in a stereotypical looking dungeon cell. It was dark, dank and the sound of water dripping in some corner filled her ears.

They had feed very her little sense she was put in this cell and when she was feed it was little more then bread and water.

“Still hanging around?” a sinister voice said.

Miyamoto lifted her head to view her captor, Drake leader of the Black Sword.

“Jack’s going to come for me and when he does he’s going to kick your ass” she spat.

The tall menacing figure just laughed.

“Ha I doubt that last we saw him he was in that explosion!” he kicked her in the gut and laughed.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked weakly.

The man smirked.

“Why simple survival of the fittest as long as team rocket is in the way the Black Sword can never flourish, so I decided to take you out one by one.” He said as he paced the cell. “If your partner has managed to get himself of the ground he will come for you, and then me and my agents will take him down, then one by one your other friends will come to save the day and each time they will fall”

He gave her another kick before leaving.

Miyamoto pulled on her shackles, it was no use, and she found herself stuck good and tight.

Outside to heavy dress men lay unconscious victims of an Arbok’s poison.

Jack had gotten past the first step he was inside and he had managed to slip into a ventilation shaft. His radio starting to buzz, he fumbled with it at his side before managed to bring it to his face.

“This is Jack,” he whispered.

“Jack this is the Boss the rest of us are trapped in a cabin because of the blizzard where are you?”

“Inside their base I think some kind of modified warehouse.”

“Is Miyamoto inside?” the anxious woman asked.

“I’m sure of it get the rest of the team down here ASAP I might need help”

The dark figure of Drake sat in an office. Unlike in the dark dungeon his face can be seen clearly. His head shaved bald, and an evil smirk across his face. His eyes are dark as coal. He had a large desk and expensive paintings of sword fights around him.

“It all going according to plan once team rocket is out of the picture, I can begin start looking artifact, once it is under my control the world will soon fallow” he gave an evil laugh.

A man burst into the room wearing a black jump suite with a picture of a black sword in leather on the front just like ever other Black Sword goon.

“Sir several members have gone missing, we believe we have a intruder!” the man yelled.

Miyamoto awoke to the sound of her cell door opening. It was impossible to sleep after all with the sound of ringing metal.

“Please leave me alone” she cried.

“It me Jack” he said warmly.

Miyamoto open her eyes to see Jack’s smiling face.

“JACK YOUR OK” she screeched. “Now get me out of here!” she begged.

Jack undid the shackles around his partner’s arms. Once free, the younger rocket tackled her partner and hugged him.

“Watch the ribs… two of them are broken” Jack groaned.

Tears of happiness filled her eyes.

“Jack you’re my friend you really care about me” she hugged him again but gave him a kiss on the cheek

The teen boy blushed and nearly melted on the spot but regained his composer before Miyamoto could notice.

“Come on let’s get out of here,” she said

Jack just smiled at her.

They stood up and were about to leave when…

“Not so fast!” two guards stood in front of them.

With a swift kick Jack knocked one the thug to the ground well Miyamoto kicked the other in the groin. Jack turned and kicked the poor grunt in the face, Miyamoto jumped and landed on the thug.

With the guards out of commission, Jack and Miyamoto were free to leave the dungeon area.

“Nice moves” Jack said.

“Thanks but you’re the one you showed them to me remember”

Jack laughed at the memory of when he gave her some martial arts lessons. The way she fell down the first dozen times she tried a high kick.

“Here’s your pokemon” Jack said handing her a belt with several pokeballs on it.

Miyamoto quickly put the belt on.

“Are they ok?” she asked.

Jack sighed.

“They gave them some kind of sedative, they’ll be out for awhile”

“What about yours?”

“Their exhausted from helping me just reach your cell”

Miyamoto gulped. “So this were on are own?”

Jack nodded.

(In Drakes Office)

Drake slams his fist on the desk screaming to the videophone.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE’S ESCAPED!?”

A scared voice came over the phone.

“We found several guards knocked out we think it may be her partner…”

Drake punched out the phone in rage.

“Blast them I won’t be defeated!”

Drake stood up and stormed out of his office prepared to take them down himself.

End of Chapter.