FSE

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2 years earlier.

Richard looked around the snow covered terrain that surrounded him, nearly all he could see was snow. With his all white combat gear, he was almost invisible. He wore a white scarf, and a white bandana on his head. Even his MP5 submachine gun was covered in white cloth. Richard turned to see nineteen other men wearing the same outfit but with different things covering their faces like white masks, white scarfs and bandanas, even white face paint. This mission was big, they were led in teams of ten. Carter was leading his team, and a mercenary leader that he had never seen before was leading the other. They all had different weapons, some had sniper rifles, others had assault rifles and shotguns. He even saw one man with what looked like a grenade launcher, those were extremely hard to find amongst their mercenary group. They weren't messing around this time. The group of men gathered around to hear what their leaders had to say, the man he never saw before started things off.

"Men, we have to take out a man named Karlo." The man took out a picture and held it up to show the group. The picture of Karlo shown him with short gelled black hair, a mustache and a rather sinister look on his face. he looked to be somewhere in his late twenties. "He is a slaver, sells both pokemon and humans. He has around about thirty to forty men under his command," the man added. Everyone already knew this, he was just giving them a quick reminder just in case they were not listening the first few times.

Carter stepped forward. "We know that there are two buildings just over that hill. One of them is their barracks and the other we are not quite sure of, but I'm guessing that's where the slaves are."

Richard's head quickly turned, he had to get to that building before anyone was killed. He didn't want the slaves to get slaughtered just for the sake of the mission. "Carter, send me to the slave building." As Richard said this, the entire group looked at him.

Carter knew that even if he ordered him not to go, he still would, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying to talk him out of it. "Richard, that's fucking stupid. Forty men, do you think you could take out forty men?"

Richard looked hurt, but that look soon disappear from his face when he came up with an answer. "There's only one way to find out," Richard responded. He was almost always putting himself in situations like these, always pushing his luck. He always cared less about himself, and more about others. "Besides, not like I am fighting them alone. You can keep them busy, while I get in there and try to free those slaves."

The leader of the other group smiled, although it wasn't visible through his white mask. "I like this guy, let him give it a shot. If he fails then we simply roll in, and take them out as planned," the man said.

"I will go with Richard," said a man that he never seen before.

Carter sighed. "Fine, you can go with him." The unnamed man stood next to Richard to form their own little infiltration group. "Alright, we move up and split into two fireteams. Don't let any hostiles survive," Carter said in a very serious tone. The group moved up, splitting into teams of two while moving to the hills, Richard and the unnamed man followed Carter's group so they knew which building is the slave building. They had reached the top of the hill and saw a building to the left and another to the right. "The building to the right are where I think they are keeping the slaves." Carter said whilst pointing to the largest building

The men all looked at a small group of people near the slave building, they all took out either binoculars or scopes to see what was going on. Richard saw the target Karlo among the group, he also saw a kid in his teens, a charmander, and six armed guards around them. Karlo was dressed in a white tuxedo, a weird thing to be wearing in a place that is below freezing point. He saw Karlo take out a large hand gun, a desert eagle, he pointed it at the charmander's head and pulled the trigger. Its brains splattered on the snow leaving a huge red mark, the kid ran at Karlo but he just aimed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger, the impact took quarter of the kid's head off. Richard felt a burning hatred for Karlo, he needed to get to that place fast before anymore slaves die.

Karlo looked at the dead bodies in front and behind him, he crouched over the body of the teenager. "You really shouldn't have tried to hit me, boy." he said coldly. He slowly stood up and looked to one of his men who seemed to be staring at a hill. "What the fuck are you looking at?" Karlo shouted, the man simply pointed to the hill. Karlo looked to where he was pointing and saw something moving.

Carter lowered his binoculars. "Shit, they've seen spotted us. Take 'em out now!"

Karlo raised his gun while also running for the slave building. He fired off five very inaccurate shots towards the hill. His men did the same and fired at the hill with AK 47 and M16 assault rifles. A hail of gunfire came from Carter's and the other leader's fire teams. The bullets struck Karlo's men, shredding and tearing them before they had some chance to get behind solid cover. A small army came out of both buildings and fired on Carter's position, pinning them down for a short while and preventing them from taking out Karlo. Carter looked around to find a way out of the situation, he looked to one of his men holding a grenade launcher. "What are you waiting for? Shoot them!" Carter shouted.

The man with the grenade launcher stayed in cover, aimed upwards and fired. The grenade arched over the hill and landed in between three men, blowing one man's leg off, and knocking out the other two. The blast made Karlo's men scatter and gave Carter's team time to line up a few shots. Richard and his teammate had already headed down the hill and hid behind the slave building. They were hoping to find some kind of back entrance, but they had no such luck. Richard looked around the side of the building, all he could see was blood, explosions and men in the distance firing in all directions. All he could hear was gunshots, men shouting and more loud explosions. Richard turned to his teammate and told him to follow him, Richard then sprinted around the side of the building with his gun drawn ready to fire at anyone he comes across. He turned a corner and saw the front door to the entrance, bullets hit the wall next to him as he bolted towards the front door. He finally reached it, and forced the door open by pushing down on its handle whilst ramming his shoulder into it. He threw himself into the building closely followed by his limping teammate. Richard closed the door behind him. They were now in a concrete hallway, Richard looked to his teammate who was leaning against a wall and clutching his left thigh with one hand and holding his shotgun in the other. He could see blood flowing from his thigh and slowly dripping off his white combat trousers and onto the floor.

"You're hit, stay here and guard the door. I will find the slaves," Richard said to the injured man. The man replied with a simple nod, along with a grunt. He hoped the bullet did not strike anything important.

Richard cautiously walked down the hallway. The hallway was long and dark, it split into two directions at the end. Richard stopped half way down the hall when he heard a faint growling noise. Richard aimed his gun down the hallway, and lowered himself onto one knee. He could see a shadow of a dog like creature with horns on the right side of the hall, Richard knew almost instantly that this was a houndoom. Richard readied himself for what was to come. The dark doberman-like houndoom jumped from around its corner and let loose a flamethrower-like attack on Richard. who narrowly dodged it by throwing himself into the wall of the hallway. Quickly, he slid down onto the floor as the houndoom adjusted its aim, the flames hitting the wall Richard was pressed up against just a split second ago. He could feel the heat on his face as the thick jet of fire passed overhead. It almost roasted him without the flames actually touching him. Richard quickly struck back by immediately firing into the source of the flame, the houndoom's head. Its flame died out quickly as it fell to the ground with six bullets in its head.

"Richard, are you alright back there?!" the injured man called out.

Richard pushed himself off the concrete wall before answering. "Yeah, I'm fine." He took a moment to compose himself, and prepare for whatever may attack him next.

Richard began walking down the hallway again. He hoped that there were not anymore houndooms around this place, he might not get so lucky next time. He reached the end of the hallway, and had to choose to go left or right. He chose right, and continued down that hallway until he reached the door. The door was metal and had a small circular window to look in, like port holes on a ship. He looked into the window and saw metallic tables and chairs, it looked like a mess hall. He could see there was another door in the room as well. He quickly pushed open the door and quickly turned right and left to make sure no one was right besides the door. He made his way over to the second door, as he did he noticed an empty desert eagle on one of the tables, it was the same gun Karlo used. If it was his, then he was clearly out of bullets. Richard then looked into the window of the second room, it looked like a kitchen, black and white tiled floor, a counter on the right side of the room that had dirty dishes and plates on it, another larger counter in the center of the room with cutting board's, knives and meat cleavers on it. If he was out of bullets, then this would be a good place to find another kind of weapon.

Richard quickly entered the room, and quickly looked to the right. There was nothing there, but there was someone behind him. He felt something hard strike him on the back of his head. He stumbled as he tried to face whoever was attacking him. As he did so, he saw it was Karlo, hitting him with a frying pan of all things. The frying pan struck Richard's hand, causing him to lose his grip on his gun. Richard hastily took a few steps back, bumping into a counter. Karlo raised his hand to give Richard another smack with the frying pan, but Richard quickly grabbed him by the wrist to stop him. Karlo then wrapped his other hand around Richard's neck, before he then dropped the frying pan, and tried to strangle him with the other hand, but Richard kept it away from his neck. Richard desperately tried to save himself from strangulation, but he soon realized that it was hopeless. This guy was far stronger than he looked. He had to try something else.

"Try to fucking kill me?! Mother fucker!" Karlo violently yelled at him.

Richard used one hand to search around the counter behind him. His vision was getting blurry, but his hand felt something, it was a plate. He grabbed it and quickly smashed it across Karlo's head. Karlo's grip weakened but not enough for Richard to pry his hand off his neck. He reached over in the same direction and quickly found another plate and smashed it across Karlo's head again. As Richard managed to pry his hands off him he also gave Karlo a good solid punch to the jaw and kick to the stomach, which made Karlo stumble into the counter in the center of the room. Karlo was pissed, and blood was running down his face from a freshly opened wound on his scalp. He couldn't stop himself from shouting at Richard.

"YOU FU-" he was cut off by Richard, who gave him an uppercut to the jaw which made Karlo bite into the front part of his tongue. Blood and saliva began pouring out of Karlo's mouth as Richard then punched him with a right hook to the jaw. Karlo fell to the ground, and landed on his hands and knees. Richard wasn't done with him, he grabbed Karlo by the hair and forced his knee into his face before slamming his head off the center counter. Whilst Karlo was barely conscious, Richard grabbed the meat cleaver from the center counter, it was time to end the bruised and bloodied Karlo. Richard raised the meat cleaver above his head, and Karlo raised his own hand in an attempt to defend himself. Richard brought down the cleaver onto Karlo's hand, which split it in two right down to the wrist. He could hear the flesh ripping and the blood splattering all over the kitchen floor. Karlo screamed out in pain but was silenced by Richard who then brought down the cleaver onto his head, Richard felt and heard the blade pass through his skull with a loud crack. Richard left the blade in Karlo's skull and backed away from his body. He reached for the back of his head and felt something warm, he then looked at his hand and saw it was blood, the strike from the frying pan must have opened up a cut or a wound on the back of his head. Richard then began looking for his gun, he found it by the door he came in. He took one look back, seeing the blood flowing from the dead body he was leaving behind.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself, before leaving the room. He walked back to the hallway, and he saw his teammate down the end of the hall. He was still breathing and watching the front door. He also noticed that he could hear the battle still going on outside. Although Karlo was dead, they weren't safe yet, and Richard had yet to search all of this building's rooms. He walked down the other hallway he hadn't been down yet. There was another door, same type as the others. He looked through the window, and saw cages with both Pokemon and humans all cramped in together. There was also a door at the end of that room. Silently and carefully, he opened the door and saw there were no guards in the room. The slaves eyes were drawn to the man who had just entered the room, carrying a submachine gun. His all white combat gear, his scarf, his bandana, all of it was covered in blood. Some of the Pokemon went wild, and started growling and shouting. "Stay quiet," Richard said, urging them to just shut up. He then heard some shuffling coming from the door at the end of the room, he quickly rushed over to the side of the door, and waited to attack whoever it was.

"What the fuck did I tell you? One of you is going to get a beating," a rough voice said.

The door Richard was standing by opened, and a man headed over to one of the cages. He clearly did not notice Richard. The man was a little larger than Richard, he was bald, dark skinned, shirtless and wearing dirty dark blue trousers with keys clipped to his black leather belt. The man knelt down to look at a small Pokemon. "I've always wanted to beat the shit out of one of you."

Richard shot the man in the knee, he dropped to the ground, clutching his wound. Richard then went to finish the job by kicking him in the ribs and stomping on his head over, and over, and over again. Richard looked at the man underneath his boot, he wasn't sure if he was dead or unconscious. Either way, he had a feeling that some of these slaves were going to make sure he wasn't breathing when they leave their cages. He grabbed the keys from his belt and ran over to one of the cages.

"You're helping us?" the question came from a young looking boy inside the cage.

"Yes, but you probably shouldn't head out too soon, there's a small war going on outside. Should be over soon enough," Richard answered.

"Thank you." The boy smiled. Richard felt a sense of accomplishment as he unlocked the cage and let out about twenty different pokemon, along with three humans. He then headed over to the other two cages and unlocked those. The pokemon and humans all stumbled out and looked at their unlikely hero. This was not all of the slaves however, he walked into the last room, only to find many more.

Whilst Richard was busy freeing slaves, Carter had put down the last hostile with a bullet to the head. There was only two other people with him, an unnamed sniper and the guy with the grenade launcher. He walked over to the slave building, it's door opened and Carter and the rest of the team got into position. Carter saw two men, It was Richard and the other guy that got sent with him.

"Richard, where's Karlo? He wasn't among the bodies out here," Carter said.

"He's dead, I killed him myself. How big is the boat that's coming to pick us up?" Richard asked.

Carter was a little confused. "It's big, why?"

"Because there's going to be about seventy people that need to get to safety, if they stay here most of them will freeze to death." Richard answered.

Carter realized that he was talking about the slaves, he didn't actually think they would still be alive. "They can come but we are dropping them off at Kanto." Carter said. Richard smiled, he had saved a lot of Pokemon and humans while taking out an evil slave trading man. This was the one mission he could say that he was proud to be a part of.

Present day.

Richard had left out all the gory details from his story, he didn't want Tera to know the true horror and brutality of his missions.

Tera knew it must have been a horrible mission but she knew why that mission made him feel better. "You saved a lot of lives, without you, they might have died." She knew that she was right to trust this human, he seemed so kind hearted, so selfless.

Author's note: Okay, this has undergone a pretty big edit. None of the plot has been changed, but I have added over 300 words. Most if it was just because I wanted to clean up the fight scene a bit. Anyway, I hope you all like it!