The Revenge Of The Hitmons. Ludwig Böhm
Tintu could not speak for a long time by mouth. Also his ability was telepathy. But as he was better acquainted with it than Rauruk, he had been able to defend himself against his thoughts. But Rauruk was not the hitmon, which gave up easily. Meanwhile his language skills had also improved.
Now it was with Tom at the funeral and did not dare the slightest movement.
Although Tom's friends had not known his sister Kelly, they were depressed. Tom, who was so strong, looked broken. Even Rauruk, who was always cheerful, remained unusually quiet today.
After the friends had left the cemetery, Maggie asked:
"Surely you are in the arena tomorrow, Tom."
He looked up. In his hitherto sad and expressionless eyes rose again the intrepid victory glow that his friends loved him.
"Sure," he replied firmly. "I will certainly win, because no one has as many hitmons as I do. Besides, I've also trained them very well. "
"Hopefully you're right," said Clifford. "In any case, we'll keep your fingers crossed for you tomorrow."
"Thank you, folks," Tom said. "It will work out."
The next day it was time: in the Hitmons-Arena it was like on a bazaar. The audience seats were full and some coaches had finished with their hitmons. It was important to know who had the most hitmons and who was the best coach. The 40 coaches and about 250 hitmons were present today.
Tom sat in the front of the stands. Next to him Calvin, Clifford and Maggie, who almost always held the little Kuti in her arms. Kuti looked like a mixture of hedgehog and star. Crimson with huge eyes, an almost shapeless nose and a cheeky little mouth.
Now Maggie remembered how she had met Kuti. She had taken a walk in the forest, and soon saw how a star-shaped creature, caught between two parts of the tree, shouted loudly for help.
"Kuuti, Kuuti!" She cried. Maggie quickly understood what Hitmon wanted to say. She reached for a thick branch that was lying on the floor and said,
"I will set you free."
With all the strength of her body, she pressed the branches with the help of the thick branch. Kuti already jumped into her arms. Maggie picked up the little hitmon and asked:
"Well, are you feeling better now?"
A faint grunt let the Hitmon hear from him and nestled in Maggie's arms. At that time, the girl could not yet guess that the Hitmon was now almost always a companion. No matter where she went, Kuti stayed by her side. Maggie did not know yet what the Hitmon would like to eat, but very soon she had noticed that she liked to eat leaves.
Even now in the Coya League, which was regarded as the greatest and most difficult, Kuti sat in Maggie's arms.
Expectantly and his victory surely, Tom followed the whole ceremony.
Tom did not have much time, because he still had to fight against Martin Gordon. Gordon was the heavy businessman and had the intention to subdue the world. His latest method could have shaken the whole earth if one had learned of it. Professor Tracy, who was both a brilliant physicist and a hitmons expert, had recently commissioned Tom to dig Gordon's camp. Though Tom had other worries, he did so and discovered some of the details that he wanted to tell Professor Tracy.
As Tom had learned, Gordon had four French hydrogen bombs built, with which he wanted to extort all the powers of the world, and then to get himself into power.
But Tom and Rauruk should succeed in thwarting this plan. At that moment Tom remembered the individual events:
He and Rauruk were only a week before with Professor Tracy, the Hitmons scientist. Tom told him about his latest knowledge.
"And you're sure there are hydrogen bombs?" The professor asked.
"There are some," Tom replied excitedly. "And I also know they should start next week and where. One flies to England, one to Russia, and the others are supposed to hit somewhere in America. That's all I've figured out. "
"Then I need the targets of the other two missiles and their target vectors," said Tracy. "But the four of them. Only then can I decipher the code and direct the rockets into space, where they can not do any harm. That means you have to pay two visits to the stadium and it will not be easy. "
"But they have dogs," cried Rauruk. "They smell us."
Professor Tracy grinned. "Not necessarily." He went to a closet and opened the glass door. From this he took a bottle with a green liquid.
"This bottle contains an extract of certain plants," the professor explained. "When you drink it, the body gives off a strong plant odor that can cover the body. Unfortunately I have to say that it can drink only hitmons. For humans it is poisonous, but not bad, it only provokes diarrhea, but I get that also still under the handle. So Rauruk must go to the headquarters and the data alone. "
Tom looked at his hitmons.
"Do you think you can do it?" He asked.
Rauruk hopped with pleasure and shouted:
"Huki, Huki! Of course I can do that! When do I have to drink, and how long does it work? "
"Drink at least an hour before your mission, Rauruk," Professor Tracy explained. "And the effect lasts about 12 hours. At least the tests showed. But first this extract has to be tested on you, then I know more precisely. Are you ready?"
"Huki!" Shouted the little Hitmon.
Two days after the test, Tom and Rauruk had arrived near the headquarters. Rauruk had already taken the extract to himself and crept with his trainer almost to Gordon's fortress.
"There goes, Rauruk!" Tom said softly.
"Huki!" The sweet voice of the brown hitmons. Rauruk was the only hitmon to read and write. He carried a piece of paper and a clerk with him, and sneaked secretly, silently and quietly through the various rooms. You could hear different voices. Rauruk crept under the computer cabinets directly to his goal. An almost endless time elapsed before it had overcome the several hundred meters of creeping, peeking, and waiting. But then it had finally reached an airlock and slipped into it. In the launching center, the individual rockets swung. Unintentionally it reached the folding door to the codes. The number of the rocket and the target course vectors were quickly recorded. Then he slipped to the other rockets and repeated his actions. Silently it crept away from the center. No one had noticed his appearance. It was as quiet as nois to Tom. He had already expected his hitmon.
"Do you have the data?" He asked Rauruk.
"Huki, Huki." Whispered his friend and handed Tom the note. The read:
"Rocket 1: 47-11-23-17. Rocket 2: 42-18-55-12. Rocket 3: 29-63-55-19. Rocket 4: 29-63-59-11. "
He looked up and said softly,
"We have to go to Dr. Tracy. "
As fast as they could, they ran to the Hitmons professor. He had already received her longingly.
"Well, how was it? Have you achieved anything? "
"You can say that!" Tom panted. "Rauruk has the target vectors."
"There!" Cried Little Hitmon, handing Tracy the note. The professor read everything. Then he turned to a door, and cried,
"Miss Howard!"
Immediately afterwards, a picture-beautiful, red-haired young woman appeared in a nurse's clothes. Earlier, she worked in a hospital for Hitmons, but later she had applied to Professor Tracy to continue her scientific education. Tom exclaimed with delight:
"Sister Julie Howard, I do not believe that!"
"Huki, Huki!" Rauruk exclaimed.
"Hello, Tom!" Julie greeted him. "Little surprise, huh?"
"I can tell you," Tom said, astonished. "How do you get here?"
"I stopped at the hospital six months ago to continue my education. And there was Dr. Tracy the best. "She asked,
"You called me, Professor?"
"However," said Dr. Tracy and handed Julie the note. "Can you decipher these coordinates?"