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A tall man dressed in casual black was walking in the direction of the death trap... Agent Panther was heading for Elemi Lake. It was a nice day and though he did not normally do sunshine, it was good enough to to take a break from training. Floating a head of him was a gastly, tinged green, who glanced aroudn looking for anything of intrest. He floated right through the trap, too light to trigger it.

Casually striding after, the grunt walked right into the middle of the trap. his foot caught on the wire and it was then that her relized something, he was surounded by guns aimed right for him. He hit the ground two paint balls catchign him before he was able to duck bellow range.

The gasly turned to see his trainer ont he ground. "Gas?" The ghost laughed amused by Panther's strange poster.

Reaching up to adjust his sunglasses he glanced up at her, seeing she was indeed a rocket and that he could almost see up her skirt. Almost. "So I am, but only a little."

His gasly contuined laughing, enjoying seeing his trainer being caught in a trap. He floated over to Kofuku, nodding and smiling.

Very carefully Panther got up, making sure not to trigger and more traps. "Paint guns, hum?" the gears were turning in his head and he looked over the other rocket, noting the modifications to the usual uniform.

"Kofuku?" he smiled, giving it a slightly deeper tone. "Panther." he nodded a bit. "And I was out here on break. Today was so nice I though that the lake would be good, but..." He walked over to one of the trees, quickly stanging one of the unused paint guns and pointed at her. 'Paintball also works for me." he grined, eyes glinting behind his glasses.

The gasly eeped and grined disapeading from sight.

The gasly apeared right behind her laughing. "Gasly!"

"take you on? I eat girls like you for breakfast, quite chewy actually." he shot at her tree and then took cover behind the on the gun was set up in, using it as a sheild and scouting out the other guns. The more fire power the better, after all this was war. He grined to himself making sure the gun was ready for the next shot.

"I can do better then that." Panther aimed and shot through the leaves into the upper branches of the tree, directly for the girl. He seemed to have a sence of exactly where to aim, he was looking right at her, gun held as if it was his own. His sun glasses had slipped down, clearing his feild of vision. A grin was plastered on his face before he ducked back behind the tree and and moved to the next gun, pulling himslet easily into the tree where it hung.

The gasly fallowed her up, grining and laughing.

"You can do that?" he asked, wondering if that was possible to do with a pokemon. Wouldn't you need phycic powers for that? He relized he was looing consitration and frowns mind zeroing in on her. No he had no 'extra powers.' That was above and beyond him. His gasly had little to do with his aming in this game, he just had a thing for gun since he was a kid. he grined a bit, locking on to her, looking for the contrast of dark shiny black on the green leaves, and spotted her R. No, her problem was she had a litteral target on her chest. He fired, aming for it.

the gasly spun int he air above her, laughing.

He took it in the face, splatering over one side of his sunglasses and ducked into the tree, removing them, and putting them on his shirt. "My uncle. He collected guns, back in the day." he grined at the memory, collecting the next gun and wraping the strap around his wrist. "He played all sorts of war games with me. I thought they were fun, but was too lazy for the army. So I joined this organization instead." he carfeully scaned and then moved down and to another tree, sprinting between.