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EXTERMINATION

Gerallt watched as Xavier told Chase to take the new guy to the dining room and that he would be under Chase's command during the raid in place of Alexander. It was a shame really; Alexander was one of the chateau's best raiders. Gerallt's eyebrow's then shot up as he noticed Chase swallow what seemed to be a scoff. Was he scoffing at having Gerallt under his command…? Or maybe the suppressed scoff was at introducing the new comer, who would no doubt be received rather hostilely.

Gerallt shook off his wandering thoughts, and walked down the stairs with the intention of retrieving Balthazar to prepare him for the raid. Gerallt then stopped, and turned to Chase before he could walk off with Jack. "Sir, as I'll be under your command during the raid, I thought we may be able to have OWaIn, my dodrio, carry any supplies from the raid to base. He is fast and with a little rope practically anything can be carried by him during the ride," Gerallt proposed his idea and then smiled, saying "I'll leave you to think about my idea while I go prepare Balthazar. See you at dinner, sir."

Gerallt nodded his head in respect before walking stealthily out into the front garden, careful not to disturb any of the cobwebs. A few of the guard pokemon immediately poked their heads out of the bushes before relaxing from the familiar scent. One large head with a mane of stiff black hair, however, was followed by a sleek dark blue body and a whip like black tail. Gerallt smiled, and quietly said "Balthazar! We get to go on one of the raids tonight, so let's go eat and get you ready for some action," in greeting.

Balthazar bared his teeth in a smile, and released an excited yet menacing growl. Gerallt turned around and crept back into the old chateau. He made sure to keep the outside as undisturbed looking as possible, and then walked with the small crowd that was heading towards the dining room. It was an amazingly large room, and everything was meticulously clean, Xavier's orders.

Balthazar sauntered over to where the pokemon were fed, and quickly started asserting dominance. Gerallt simply rolled his eyes at his pokemon's behavior, before releasing OWaIn. It was of great convenience that the ceiling was high enough to accommodate all but the largest of pokemon, but it was of even greater convenience that Annetta didn't need any of the food the chef's scrapped together. Gerallt then focused on the entrance to the dining room, wondering what might happen when Chase introduced Jack.
 
Out of respect for the way Xavier acted and his kindness, but also partly because he was new an unexpected here Jack kept silent while Xavier spoke, the only time he spoke at all was when Xavier mentioned that the guard dogs should have torn Gerard apart. "With all due respect, um, sir, the guard dogs may have been scared of Gerard if they could sense his power, I mean no offense to them or you, but I think that even working together against Gerard they probably would not all have come out of it alive, and the Chateau would have probably suffered extensive damage, I would gladly show either of you what I mean later, although I can tell now is not the time." Jack kept the look of surrender on his face and spoke with pure seriousness so that Xavier would know he was not making a veiled threat but an honest confession, despite his efforts though Jack could feel the discerning gaze of suspicion and slight skepticism on him once again.

When Jack realized Chase would be giving him a tour starting with the dining hall his stomache growled loud enough to be audible for 4 feet around him. Gerard's stomache was even louder. "Sorry, I haven't eaten much for a while.....or, well, ever since I escaped actually, I gave Gerard msot of what I had to thank him for saving me." The thought of a nice meal almost made Jack's mouth water, but he held it back, besides who said they would feed him anything? "I hope to repay your guys' kindness in whatever way needed, the mention of a raid sounded promising...Although where I really have wanted to go for a while is Sunyshore City, but I knew I didn't have enough supplies to make it, so I headed here in hopes to offer my services instead with hopes I might head for Sunyshore sometime."
 
(OOC: sorry that it's kind of awkwardly written ^.^' I'm still trying to get into RPing mode...)

Audra and her team wordlessly made their way through the woods, the sound of their footsteps in the brush the only thing that broke the nighttime silence. Bryne walked alongside her, his predominantly dark coat almost seamlessly fading into the shadows. He occasionally glanced back at the two prisoners, who were being held at gunpoint by a few other T.B.R.A workers. Despite being gagged with their hands bound behind their backs, the two True Borns had a certain air of equanimity about them. They looked at Audra with a mixture of disgust and curiosity, having mistaken her for a True Born under an hour ago. There had been a few other True Borns in the group that Audra had thought would be acceptable for cloning, though they simply refused to give in. It was most definitely a waste of acceptable genes, but their Pokemon were all equally impressive specimens. It had been a very successful collection.

The group finally broke from the trees began walking through the streets of Sunnyshore. Even a busy capitol like this one was still reasonably quiet during the night, and even those who were still out and about were primarily a part of the T.B.R.A. As they approached The Capitol, Audra paused and turned to one of the workers in the group, a well-built man who was approximately four years her senior, and gave him a patronizing smile.

"I'm sure you wouldn't mind registering our latest findings for me, would you?" she asked in a sweet voice, handing him the duffel bag of PokeBalls.

"Of course not, ma'am," he said, an edge of annoyance apparent in his demeanor as he led the small group into The Capitol.

"I'm sure I'll be seeing you two around," Audra said as the two prisoners passed. Though they didn't acknowledge her words, she knew that they had heard her and understood what she had meant.

After the group disappeared into The Capitol, Audra turned to her Arcanine.

"I believe that it's about time we got some rest, don't you think?" she asked, returning the Pokemon and placing the PokeBall back on her wristband.

She turned sharply and made her way into her apartment complex. When she finally reached her door and unlocked it, she was met with a sudden wave of exhaustion. This particular group of True Borns had been surprisingly elusive, and as much as Audra hated to admit it, the constant missions were starting to wear her out.

Audra dropped her backpack on the couch and retreated to the bedroom, only bothering to remove her wristband, shoes and gun before curling up on her bed and falling asleep.

***

Audra awoke to the sound of screaming. She jerked upright, expecting to be under attack, only to discover that she was still in her apartment. She looked over at the clock, which informed her that it was only 6:30 in the morning. Moaning, she fell back onto her pillows.

"I hate my neighbors," she muttered. Living in such close quarters to other people as in an apartment building was rather annoying, but having a private house would be pointless for someone who wasn't even home half the time.

After a few minutes of wallowing in her exhaustion, Audra pulled out her pager and found that she hadn't yet been summoned to The Capitol. She rolled off of the bed and began peeling off her filthy clothing and throwing them into the hamper. She quickly went through her regular hygiene routine, taking care to remove all of the dirt from under her fingernails. There were already enough people who thought her methods were too unorthodox without her walking around looking like a filthy True Born all the time.

She finished getting dressed and went into the kitchen to make some breakfast, discovering that her cupboard was nearly empty. After settling for a piece of toast, Audra grabbed her bag and disappeared out the door.

A few minutes later, after having been stopped by one of her neighbors to be interrogated as to the current number of True Borns currently being cloned, to which Audra politely answered that the information was classified, she broke out into the now bustling streets of Sunnyshore. She approached the Pokemon Center and stepped inside, removing the PokeBalls from her wristband and letting out all three Pokemon.

"Good morning, Ms. Love," the Nurse said with a smile as Audra approached the front desk. "Your Pokemon are hurt?"

"I don't believe so, though these two," Audra gestured to the Arcanine and Staravia, "are so proud that I doubt they'd let me know if they were. Just put any expenses on my company account."

"Of course, Ms. Love," the Nurse said, taking the two Pokemon's PokeBalls and disappearing with them to the back room.

"How would you like to accompany me today?" Audra asked, turning to Riolu with a pleasant smile.

The Pokemon didn't indicate either way, but simply stared up at her with her knowing red eyes. Audra's mouth twitched slightly. The small Pokemon was always able to see right through her.

Audra disappeared out the door with the natural born Pokemon at her heels. The two headed toward the shopping district of the town, occasionally receiving a raised eyebrow when others saw her obviously non-Synthetic Pokemon. She was used to it, knowing that whatever they thought was worth absolutely nothing to her. As long as her superiors at T.B.R.A. didn't think negatively about it, Audra could care less.

They approached the PokeMart, which had a surprisingly large number of people clustered inside. It seemed to be a bit hectic, but the line was moving surprisingly fast. Frowning, Evelyn took a basket and began looking for supplies. About halfway through getting all the items she needed, she spotted a familiar face. It was a woman in her late twenties, not particularly striking in appearance, but still maintaining the air of confidence that was so common among T.B.R.A. workers.

"Erika," Audra greeted congenially. "How goes the True Born hunting business?"

"Oh, hello Audra." she acknowledged her, though kept her concentration on the shelves of food. "It's going well, though things seem to have been slowing down lately."

Audra felt a twinge of satisfaction. This woman may have been the third most successful scoper in the organization, but at this rate Audra would take that position from her in no time.

"You see that man over there?" Erika asked with a smirk, pointing to a tall man with a cast over his left arm. "His name is Issac Stelling. Every so often he drops by the T.B.R.A., begging for a job. It's pretty pathetic, actually. He doesn't seem to realize that we're not a charity organization."

Audra looked him over with a spark of interest. She had never seen a Synthetic before who was so prominently injured. Ordinarily, Audra wouldn't pay him any attention, but there was a chance that he could prove to be useful...

"Hello. Issac Stelling, is it?" Audra greeted with a sweet smile, having decided to approach him, much to the confusion of Erika. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but what is it that happened to your arm?"
 
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Chase hadn't realized that Gerallt was so nearby. He listened to the idea he offered and gave a nod of appreciation. Dodrio were known for being quick, and good pack animals. That could easily come in handy in this situation. Besides that, he knew Gerallt had a Luxray. If it knew Thunder Wave that would make their job just that much easier. Being able to stun and paralyze an enemy could give them an upper hand that could potentially save lives on their side. All Alexander had at his disposal was a Grimer, which he couldn't take on raids for the smell and the slime trails it left behind, and a hot tempered Magmar, which tried to run headfirst into the fray and do everything itself. It had been the cause of their blown cover more than once in the past.

"See you at dinner," he answered with a respectful nod. He then turned his attention back to Jack. Whatever Xavier had thought about Jack's statement surrounding the Dragonite's power, Chase didn't like it. It felt as though he were trying to intimidate them. "Our hounds are actually better equipped than you may think," he interjected. "They have different move pools engineered to make sure they can take down any type. I think your Dragonite's vice would be the Granbull with Ice Fang, Thunder Fang, Stone Edge, and Swagger. She's been trained to take down the strongest Dragons. She may not be a total powerhouse, but she could certainly freeze him in his tracks long enough for forces to assemble and take him down. That's what the hounds are for."

Though his tone had been decidedly sharp, Chase didn't have a grudge against Jack just yet. However, he did bristle at the thought of a newcomer coming on a raid. "We don't know you. Raids are extremely dangerous already, and we can't trust someone who could well be T.B.R.A. on them. You look good so far, but the Synthetics are always coming up with new technology. For all we know they have a method to disguise eye color without the use of contacts." He flashed a smirk that gave a hint as to his arrogant personality. "And I'm the one in charge of raids. Xavier has the final say, but I organize everything."

He began the walk to the dining room with Jack, and continued to speak. "You don't want to go to Sunyshore if you're a True Born, anyway. That's the base for Synthetic operations. I'd thought you know that. You'll want to stay away from all main Synthetic bases. They'll gladly kill you without asking a single question beforehand."

With the large doorway leading to the dining room before him, Chase slowed down and allowed Jack and his Dragonite to go in before him. Almost immediately there was a hush and several mechanical whirs as people released their Pokemon from their balls and poised to attack. Chase sauntered in behind him, not exactly rushing.

"He's alright," he said loudly, his voice echoing throughout the expansive dining room. "Xavier checked him out. He and his Dragonite are supposedly benign. They're on probation, as it is."

Despite having spoken, only some people relaxed and most Pokemon did not return to their balls. It was dinner anyway, though, so that was understandable. They ambled over to the specially set table, bowls, and troughs for the Pokemon. In order to allow his own to eat Chase gestured in that direction. Alice floated over to the grouping of Ghost Pokemon, Kamikaze ambled away from the rest of the group, and Chase released Cyco, allowing him to stalk in the direction of the food, his scythes dragging the ground.

"You can eat wherever you like," Chase told Jack. "Though I warn you, some of our members will be less hospitable than Xavier and myself. Some have suffered horrible tragedies at the hands of Sythnetics posing as True Borns."

That said, he crossed the dining room to Gerallt and sat down in the empty seat next to him.

"I thought we should go over some stuff before the raid tonight. Are you familiar with my methods?"
 
Issac looked around for medical supplies for his Porygon as well as daily food products. He didn't have to worry about Feeding his Porygon since he was artificial so it saved him money. Since he wasn't with the T.B.R.A, Issac had to mostly resort to Various part time jobs around Sunnyshore...At least, Jobs that only required one hand. While Issac was picking out supplies, He overheard a group of girls conversing about the T.B.R.A which made him Envious. One of them made another comment about Issac as if he couldn't hear them. Issac knew that he was probably as annoying as an 8 year old bragging about a Rattata, But he knew what he was trying to get himself into.

However, One girl which sported several pieces of black clothing walked up to Issac unexpectedly. Issac thought she was going to Lecture him, But she was more curious in Issac's arm. "Well I'm certainly the popular one if you already know my name eh?" He said jokingly. "Ya know not much people bother asking about my arm before making some smart comment about me. I'm probably the only Crippled synthetic in Sunnyshore for all I know."

Rom edged a bit closer to The girl's Riolu, Interested in the Non-synthetic pokemon and began starring blankly at it for awhile. "Oh right, My arm." He continued. "I don't remember exactly how my arm got into such bad condition. I do know it was before the synthetic liberation. I was a test subject for how much pain a Synthetic could handle compared to a True born. Everything they did to me was so painful, That I don't even know what they cut me with, What drugs they may have injected, But what I do know that alot of the pain was in my left arm, Which eventually made it completely dysfunctional." Issac stared at his arm shivering at the thoughts his times in the lab. "Well, I suppose the experiment at least proved that synthetics could survive more brutal torture then a normal true born huh? I'm still alive and well... Except for the arm of course. It was so damaged that I can't even feel pain from it anymore. You could shoot a bullet at it and I wouldn't feel a thing. Either way, I still have one arm. I can hold a weapon and control my pokemon well enough."

Rom quit starring at Riolu and started to circle around it slowly while playing around with it. Even though Rom never liked True Borns, It never had too much of a grudge against True Born Pokemon. It's not like they were the ones in lab coats doing experiments on him. Issac continued speaking "...Your with the T.B.R.A right? If your talking to a stranger like me then you must have some good reason?
 
((Ooc: Haha, this is longer than I thought. Decided to add a little twist to things.))

Jonathan was deep in sleep. He hardly ever had dreams, or at least he could never remember them, but it mainly seemed as though his mind was free of thought during a slumber. He shifted about trying to get any bare skin covered from the cold night air. The last thing he would need is to catch a cold way up in the mountains without any safe place to rest and get well. He didn't even know that where he was sleep at now wasn't quite a safe place to sleep for sure as he forgot to check out the cave and the area near the cave.

"Haha, what do we have here?" Male...voice sounded as if he had a sore throat; he had to force his words out.
"My god, by Naomi, I swear, are True Borns really stupid enough to sleep in such an open cave? This is the fourth one we've found here this week." Another male...but his voice was high pitched and full of eagerness; he sounded fairly young.
"Yup...If we keep checking back here, we can possibly get a promotion for all of the True Borns we capture."
"Alrighty then, let's tag'em and bag'em. Get that green canister full of Poke'balls too."

The first one reached for the green canister clipped to Jonathan's belt and carefully unhooked it then took out the Poke'balls. "Hey, check this out. This guy has a Synthetic Pokemon." He said as he took out a grey and blue Poke'ball which contained Torpid, the Synthetic Sharpedo. "Maybe this guy is a synth...Like us." The second one observed the Poke'ball. "Well..." The second one began to say but quickly stopped and walked over to Jonathan, still sleep.

"He's armed...And it looks like he served in the army as well." He carefully lifted up the army tags from his neck. "True Born army and Synthetic army. This guy sure is an interesting find...Wake'em up and cuff'em."

The first one put the three Poke'balls into a bag and placed it gently on the ground, then he walked over towards Jonathan as he unclipped a cube like device from the back of his belt. He then carefully disarmed Jonathan's pistols from the holsters and then tapped him hard on the shoulder. As Jonathan's eyes open, a hard punch met his face and he staggered to get up standing. "What the...?" And before he could even react, the first Synthetic grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, then pressed a button on the cube and two hooks popped out, and he fitted it onto Jonathan's wrists.

"Alright. Now sit down, don't say a word unless we ask you a question. Got it?" The Synthetic said, and he pushed Jonathan to the ground, impatient to wait for him to sit down by himself. The two Synthetics were dressed in similar uniforms. They had on black slacks with some type of utility belt that holds Poke'balls, a holster with a gun, and several other pieces of equipment. Tucked into their pants was a long sleeved black shirt and over that a bullet proof vest which had the letters 'T.B.R.A.' stitched on the right breast. The first one, who looked in his mid 30's had a sharp face and a very acute nose. His hair was slicked back and the light they had set up in the cave in order to see caused it to glisten. The other Synthetic, who looked much younger, had a soft looking face of a little kid, full of innocence, his hair combed forward as if his "mother" had done it for him. Their eyes pitch black...

"Now! Our first question for you, who in the hell are you? How'd you get a Synthetic Pokemon? And describe your service to the Synthetic army." The older one said, fitting black gloves on both of his hands as he stared Jonathan straight in the face. Jonathan smiled, "You said your first question...that was two questions and a demand." And he chuckled a bit, but the Synthetic did not find it amusing, and a powerful fist was launched right into Jonathan's jaw causing him to spit some blood.

"Wow." The other Synthetic said with an exaggerated 'ow.' He then placed a hand on the interrogating Synthesizer and whispered into his ear. The brute one then stepped back and sat on the ground, observing the actions of his partner.

"Okay, sorry, we got off on the wrong foot. I am Ivan, and that is my partner Luther. We are part of the T.B.R.A. and well, it's our job to find True Borns like you. Now, we understand you are, or have, been affiliated with the Synthetics, apparently in the marines? Am I correct, umm, Jonathan Bishop is it? I couldn't quite read the name on your tag." Jonathan nodded and he constantly glanced over at his pistols resting next to the bag containing his Pokemon. They are armed...They have Pokemon...And they are highly trained to kill people like me...

"Alrighty then! Now we should have some sort of understanding with each other. Can you tell me in detail about what you did, or still do for the Synthetics, a little bit of your history?" Ivan asked, his face as innocent and friendly as before. Jonathan didn't say anything. "Please, we must know. Did you run away? Are you still apart of the Synthetic army? Are you somehow part of the T.B.R.A.? Do you have a verification I.D.?" Jonathan still didn't say anything. Ivan then turned away and nodded to his partner who then got up with a devilish smile on his face and without a word, hit Jonathan in the face again and again until he was bruised up and bloody.

"Now you feel like talking?" Luther yelled, rubbing his fists. "Huh!?" He then gave up in an exaggerated sigh and coughed a bit, then turned back to Ivan. "This is pointless. He's just like the rest, we are just wasting our time. Let's just take'em to Sunnyshore and get this over with."

Ivan nodded in disagreement and took back over the interrogation. He kneeled in front of Jonathan with a big smile on his face. "Alright, look here Jonathan. All you have to do is tell us what you do for the Synthetics and all of us can move on with our...lives." Ivan seemed to stall on the last word and his eyes shied away from Jonathan's. After a probable quick thought, he then reconnected with Jonathan, "Why won't you tell us? What's so hard about saying, 'Oh yeah, I'm here on a mission, spying on a True Born camp.' Or something to that effect? Just tell us what are you doing here. Gosh!" Ivan desperately tried to reason with Jonathan and get him to talk.

"This is so stupid...We will be here all night." Luther sat down hard and raised up his left knee to rest his left arm, his right arm on the ground supporting his balance. His eyes lingered on Jonathan's features, probably trying to decipher him, conclude his origin; why was he in a cave sleep with a Synthetic Pokemon at hand and an army tag for the Synthetic marine army? Jonathan had the same thoughts as Luther, this would take all night, but that was his plan...He could at least survive for a night before Ivan finally gives up and agrees with his partner to just take him to Sunnyshore. Just this one night at least...
 
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Audra's mind quickly processed all that she had been told. She attempted to try and think of a way in which the man could be useful, but found that were none that were practical. Irritated, Audra was about to turn to leave, but a sudden idea stopped her.

"More curious than anything," Audra said with a smile, slightly irritated when she noticed that her Riolu was interacting with him. "You know... I may just be a field agent in the T.B.R.A., but it's still within my power to put in a good word or two for someone who I find deserves it."

Audra pulled a small notebook out of her pocket and a pen, quickly scribbling down her phone number and ripping out the page.

"Feel free to call me if you'd like to look into it," Audra said, pressing the piece of paper into his hand and briskly gliding toward the register to check out.

***

"You're making it sound as if this Issac character is the savior of the Synthetic cause," Katharine said, her sneering tone even more obnoxious over the phone.

"He very well could be," Audra urged, drumming her fingers on the counter impatiently. "You know as well as I do that the number of volunteers signing up for the T.B.R.A. is declining. The Synthetics are getting soft in the fight against the True Borns. They've lost sight of the atrocities that they committed against our kind in their comfort. What they need is a living, breathing symbol of those crimes, and have him demonstrate how we can overcome anything they do to us."

"But he's a cripple, Aud," Katharine reasoned. "If we send him out into the field, he'll be killed."

"That, too, would be to our benefit," Audra said. "If we set him up properly to be the icon of Synthetic pride, and he is murdered by a barbaric True Born, can you imagine the public outrage? Any idea of 'living in harmony' with those creatures would be successfully subdued. We'd have a thousand new applicants within the hour."

Katharine hesitated for a moment, then sighed.

"I'll see what I can do," she muttered finally.

"That's all I ask," Audra said.

"Where are you now?" Katharine asked.

"In my apartment."

"And he's... in your apartment with you?"

"Of course not. The last I saw of him, he was in the PokeMart."

"Well, how are we supposed to get ahold of him if you don't know where he is?!"

"I wouldn't worry about that, Kath," Audra said with a smirk. "He'll be in contact."
 
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Skar and Odessa woke up at nearly the exact same and Skar helped Odessa get the leaves off her back. skar decided to go to wherever the food was served, not because he was hungry(He kept berries in a bag he had left in the oom) but because people were always happier and more willing to talk when they were eating. Skar and Odessa immediately found the food hall from smell and found two men, one a in army fatigues and the other obviously a civilian, walking in at the same time. Skar thought about it and decided he should try and make friends with the two men, & Odessa seemed to agree, approaching the two men before Skar had even started to move. Skar, stood there in thought of what to say to the two before realizing Odessa was already next to one of them and gave a rushed walk to meet up with her. "Hey i'm Skar, and this is Odessa" Skar said, gesturing to his yellow eyed Umbreon. "I got here two days ago and I was wondering, whats your name?" said Skar feeling uncomfortable having never been this outgoing or social before.
 
Jack followed Chase, listening to everything he said carefully and deciding not to say anything about Gerard verses the guard dogs, all it would do is cause them to get on eachother's nerves. "Oh I don't want to go on any raids yet anyways, I don't plan on doing people who don't have my trust yet any favors." Jack looked around him, the Chateau's dining hall was very decedant, it was a nice place, but Jack couldn't stand the stares people were giving him, so when Chase told him to sit where he wanted and went over to Gerralt Jack just dragged a chair away from the table and sat by himself.
 
The two men Skar had tried to introduce himself to walk along, completely oblivious to anything Skar had said. "OOOO Kkk" Skar said, feeling very discouraged that his first attempt to talk to anyone seemed to end in complete ignorance of his presence. Skar decided to try once more and approached the one in civilian clothing who was just siiting down. "Hello" Skar said, somewhat loudly "My name is Skar and she" he jestered to Odessa " is Odessa. Odessa stared with her yellow eyes at the man, not entirely happy he had completely ignored them the first time. "I just got here and was wondering who you were" Skar waited, hoping this time his effort to introduce himself wouldn't once more be in vain.
 
Issac placed the piece of paper into his pocket so he could call her later. This line of buisness could be just what he was hoping for, or just a huge prank to mess with Issac's head. "Thanks. I'll be sure to contact you." Issac said with a grin. Rom went back to Issac's side as Riolu followed the T.B.R.A agent. As he checked out all of his supplies, he realized that he never even asked for her name which was inconvenient for him.

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As Issac walked back to his home, he gave a concerned look to his Porygon. What he did back at the Pokemart was the first time that he actually fixed something. Every time Rom got into a computer, He'd usually break it, Or hack data inside of it. "Rom...You DID fix that register... right?" Rom gave off a small chuckle at Issac's question. "...What did you do...?" Rom laughed again. The mischievous Porygon was obviously hiding something.

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As soon as Issac entered his apartment, He continued to ponder about what Rom did in the Pokemart. Once he went into his small computer home, The tiny display of an 8-bit Porygon2 on the screen was holding what looked like an 8-bit bag with various data of products and employees in the Pokemart.

"I knew you did something in there! Get rid of that copy! We don't need to barge into other people's business like that!" Issac commanded Rom. Dissapointed, Rom listened to Issac and got rid of the data copy before taking a look at it.

"Geez, I can't leave my eyes off you for one second without you breaking something or stealing data. If the T.B.R.A weren't dealing with True borns that try to survive in caves, Maybe I'd be doing missions with them. If they had access to our technology, You would have been a great hacker to retaliate with."

Throughout the whole lecture, Issac had almost forgotten about calling that T.B.R.A Agent. Without a second thought, He pulled out his phone, Dialed the number on the piece of notebook paper. Issac sat down on his couch and waited for the girl to answer his call.
 
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Alexander watched as the pokemon played. He checked his watch after two games, 12:00 noon. Alexander watched as Sneasel grabbed the flag, and ran it back to the line, dodging all of the vines in his way. Swinub popped out of the ground, and got him, but it was too late. Sneasel had crossed the line by about one second. The game was about tied now. "Well, I'm going on lunch break, and since I just can't stand you crazy kids, I'm going out to eat." Gastley started to chuckle slightly again. These pokemon were Alexander's closest thing to a family.

"Well, it looks like its evening early today." Alexander passed the secretary again.

"Going on your lunch break? You got an hour. See you in the morning."

She was starting to play along with the jokes Alexander was making. While this made it more interesting, it also made it a lot less funny for him. As always she reminded him of how long his breaks were. He'd been working here for over a year now. Actually, Alexander was hoping to get placed in the medical division of the TB cloning project to help eaise their pain, but he was put into the pokemon division. Now he was training the things that would hunt the TB's do their extinction…

Alexander waited as his bike's rack rotated into view. His Gastley floated nearby. "You are getting realy annoying, you know. I would let Vibrava out, but, well you are aware of our satiation. So, now I'm stuck with you because Toxicroak can't keep up with a bike." Gastley looked hurt at his words. "Stop it. After a week, I learned to see through you. Literally and figuratively." Gastley gave him a half shocked looked, and half a look that said, "I would never!" Alecanxer tilted his head, and glared him down a bit. The pokemon busted out in laughter. "That's it, you are really bugging me now. Back into the ball you go!" Those words were like a fuse that just lit Gastley's bomb. He flew off as fast as he could, trying to float through as many things as possible. Alexander pulled out it's ball, and pointed it at him. Gastley narrowly went through a wall as the beam tried to capture him. Alexander knew that he had gotten away, for now. "Oh no. My ghost pokemon has floated into a wall! Who am I going to call for help? Well, see you when I get back then!" Alexander started to ride off. Sure enough, Gastley floated back over, hating being ignored. A small red beam shot the poison cloud through the right eye, then pulled him in. "Doubt that I'm going to be able to pull that one again."

Alexander rode into town, his coat was slightly blowing in the breeze. He stopped at a small restaurant that was new in town. He walked up to the counter, confused at what to get. The menu floating above the cashier's head only added to his confusion. "I guess I'll have a cheese potato soup."

"Scan here please." The cashier didn't look all too happy today. Teenagers never looked happy at work though. Only when they were surrounded by their weird little friends. Alexander placed his thumb on the scanner, and watched a blue light travel down his finger. He looked around at the tables. Only a few were occupied, so Alexander sat in the back corner. His table was by the front of the small restaurant so that he could easily see anyone who came in, but also keep his distance from unwanted people. Alexander pulled out a newspaper on his clipboard. This little touch screen was one of his favorite toys.
 
(OOC: Now I'm hungry ;.; Oh, and sorry it's short. Not much to do as it's more of a transition ^.^')

"It appears as though in the process of grocery shopping, I forgot to get the actual groceries," Audra muttered, staring into her empty fridge and cupboards with arms crossed.

Audra sighed and closed all of the doors, stooping down to pick up her bag once more when her cell phone hummed in her pocket. She looked at the number on the screen and, when she didn't recognize the number, allowed herself a faint smile.

"Hello, Issac," she said, swinging her bag over her shoulder. "I was actually just about to head out into town. Would you care to meet and discuss this over lunch? I'll be at the Good Earth cafe in about ten minutes, so I'll see you then."

Audra flicked the phone closed and walked to the front door, hesitating for a moment. She stepped away from the door and disappeared into the bedroom, emerging with a taser in her hand, which she quickly slid into her pocket. You never knew what would happen with these desperate types.

Audra made a quick stop at the Pokemon Center to pick up the last of her Team before continuing on to the cafe. Once inside, she ordered a bowl of chicken soup and an iced tea. After receiving her tray, she sat down at a table near the exit, which would make it easier for her to spot Issac as soon as she came in. Audra tore open her bag of crackers and dipped one into her soup, watching the door as she patiently waited for the man to arrive.
 
Alexander looked up from his holographic newspaper to see who had entered. What looked like a young woman just walked in. She was a smaller build, and had dark hair that caught the light strangely. Alexander looked at the counter now. She was immediately handed her food. Alexander thought this weird, as he had not received his lunch yet. As the woman sat down, the cashier brought up another tray that had a loaf of bread on it. Alexander looked around the small restaurant, and saw that everyone was eating. He got up, and walked over to the counter. He opened his mouth to correct the cashier, but the teen pulled off a small part of the loaf, that revealed the soup inside. Alexander closed his mouth, and took the tray. As he walked back to his table, he just nearly missed brushing up on the table where the woman sat.

Alexander was slowly eating his bread blow and soup, but was constantly watching the new woman. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was off. Then he spotted it. She was T.B.R.A. This could be good, or turn out very bad for him. Alexander started to pay more attention to his food now. He checked his watch, 12:15. He still had a good 45 minuets before he had to get back to work.
 
"I thought we should go over some stuff before the raid tonight. Are you familiar with my methods?" Gerallt was surprised when Chase's voice cut through the quiet buzz of conversation. Chase was focused on Gerallt, so Gerallt cracked a friendly grin and responded by saying "Everyone's heard the myths about your raids sir, but I understand the basics of most raids. You either run in with the guns blazing, or you sneak in and fight if you're discovered." Gerallt then joked, saying "I just hope that this time none of the enemy's tails will catch on fire and give us away."

O, Wa, and In had all finished eating, so they trotted over to their master for attention. Gerallt's smile widened, as he jumped at the opportunity. "OWaIn, turn so that Chase can see the saddle. We're going on the raid tonight in place of Alexander," Gerallt directed at OWaIn, as the large bird pokemon turned to the side, Wa rolling his eyes at the mention of Alexander. In that Alexander was a nice guy, but Wa found him rather annoying.

Gerallt then focused on Chase, saying "Here at the stirrups, we could hang something on a rope, and O and In can easily hold something in place in the saddle while Wa steers." O and In turned around to demonstrate, showing how they must have practiced.

It was no surprise when Balthazar crept forward to examine the man who would be leading the chase. Balthazar stared at Chase, and one could understand why primitive people believed that luxrays had the ability to see through things.
 
"Ah, Well..." Before Issac had a chance to even speak, She hung up on him. The meeting place was the Good Earth Cafe, Which also wasn't too far. This woman just might be giving him the job that he had been wanting for ages if he was lucky.

"Comon Rom. We got a meeting to attend." Issac called out. Despite being upset from being caught and scolded by his master, He obeyed and transferred out of his small computer home. As soon as he got out of the computer, Rom lightly hit Issac's back with his Nose with the movement of a drinking bird just to get back at him for deleting the data that it copied. "Rom, If you keep on hacking every electronic you see, I might have to reconsider leaving you outside of your ball." Issac threatened. Rom quit poking his back and continued following by his side as issac walked out of the door.

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The Cafe wasn't too crowded luckily and the T.B.R.A agent would probably stick out from everybody else. As soon as he walked into the doors, Issac had immediately spotted the T.B.R.A agent sitting at a table near the exit with a bowl of soup and a cup of iced tea. Issac had already eaten before so he didn't even bother ordering any food.

"Ah there you are" Issac said to her as he sat in a chair across from her table. "So... What line of buisness do you exactly have in mind for me?" Issac was repeatedly tapping his fingers on the table eager to hear the news.
 
Yet another person had entered. Alexander looked up to see who it was this time. Now it was a weird looking man, with a messed up arm. He sat and started to talk to the T.B.R.A. agent. Alexander was now a lot more curios to find out what was going on. Thankfully, the man didn't whisper, and he was able to overhear part of the conversation. Alexander quickly flipped through his clip board, and found the recorder. He placed it facing the two, and turned it on. Alexander happily continued to eat his soup. He would review this all latter, if everything went as planned. I often didn't, but with Alexander's memory, and his clipboard, he was sure he would get something. Maybe even what the offensive section of the T.B.R.A. is planning.
 
Audra smiled at the man as he sat down across from her. From what she had heard of all the different times he had applied from Katharine, Issac would never turn down an opportunity like the one Audra was giving him. He was the perfect candidate, all right.

"Well," Audra said, leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms. "I suppose that all depends upon what what it is you think you are capable of doing. Would you like to work caring for the Pokemon?" she paused for a moment. "Maybe work in the field as a hunter?

"I already spoke to someone in the application department about you receiving a position in the T.B.R.A. and it's all but assured that if you ask for a position, granted that you are qualified for it, you will be accepted. You see, there are plenty of applicants who have the talent needed to advance our organization, but very few of them have the drive needed in order to utilize said talents to their full extent. I can tell that you, however, possess both. More than anything, we need a person who can show our members just what it means to work hard. Do you think you'd be able to do that for us, Issac?"

Audra took a moment to look the man over. He looked strong enough, though he didn't appear to be a meat-headed moron, either. Maybe he would be able to last as a hunter.
 
Different ideas and scenarios ran through Chase's head as he listened to Gerallt's explanation of his Dodrio's capabilities. It appeared that it would indeed be of use. "Good, good," Chase said appreciatively. "What we'll most likely ask of him… it is a him, right? What we'll most likely ask of him is that he carry supplies that we can't, medical stuff, food like meat and berries, perhaps flowers and other such things for decorative purposes, and balls. If we can steal any Synthetic Pokemon, we will. Sounds harsh, I know, but we can't have them boasting extra powerful Pokemon against our meager refugees. That's where Cyco came from, and I couldn't be happier with him." He gestured to his black-carapaced Kabutops over in the Pokemon feeding area. "On a related note, raiders are more likely to get Synthetic Pokemon. In Xavier's eyes we need them the most, and we're more likely to train them well."

It was then that dinner was officially served. The cooks came out with a few hands and set steaming dishes down at the center of every table. Chase inhaled deeply, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Obviously they were having lasagna, garlic breadsticks, and even wine made from a pleasant blend of Pecha and Cheri berries. His stomach roared ferociously as he leaned over and put a hearty helping on his plate. He didn't take too much, of course, so as to avoid being greedy. But three breadsticks, two helpings of lasagna, and a glass of wine later his hunger was successfully sated and he felt quite comfortable. Leaning back in his chair, he allowed himself a few minutes to relax before stretching and straightening up.

"I'll see you tonight, Gerralt. I want you in the entrance hall at midnight. It's going to take us at least two hours to get to Floaroma on foot, and we'll want to hold our positions for two hours after that to make sure everything is in order. Then we'll storm Floaroma and take everything we can."

Feeling almost Jack Sparrow-esque and pirate-like, Chase sauntered over to the Pokemon and whistled. "Alice, Kami, Cyco, hurry up. We need to go prepare."

Alice floated over to him quickly, with Kamikaze and Cyco trailing behind. Chase couldn't help but smile; Alice had always been his girl since she'd come to him. Even Kamikaze, who liked to pretend that he didn't need anyone, had a bit of bounce in his step over being recalled by his master. Cyco, on the other hand, came only because he knew he must. There was still room for a bond to be formed between the two. But Chase wasn't sure whether it was at all possible to rehabilitate him. From what he'd seen, his last trainer had been less than understanding to his needs. Cyco seemed to be still getting used to being so well cared for, and unsure how to handle it.

With his team behind him, Chase ascended the staircase in the entrance hall to his room. There he would ready everything for the raid, and prepare his team.
 
A hunter...While issac wanted a position that related to hunting down true borns, Being offered to be a hunter was about as close as he would get to the field. Either way, He was bound to hopefully run into an unsuspecting True born. Just the thought about working out there made him so happy that he forgot to even keep an eye on Rom who was wandering around the Cafe looking for something to tinker around with.

"A hunter? So... I can be out in the field with you guys? I got one arm, But it's significantly stronger then a regular arm. I'd be more then able to handle it." he said with a large grin on his face. "So... this means I'm in? With the T.B.R.A? You just... recommended me to somebody and just like that, I'm applicable to be with you guys?" Issac recklessly jumped out of his seat and started to hug the T.B.R.A agent with his one arm. "Oh THANK YOU THANK YOU! You have no idea how baddly I've wanted to work out there." Issac had no idea what he was getting himself into....

Meanwhile Rom was wandering around the Cafe looking for some form of computer to play around in. He knew his master would be enraged if he broke something else so he tried his best to resist messing up anything. A man who was using a clipboard. Rom nearly jumped for joy before sneaking up on the man to see what he would find inside the clipboard. Trying to stay out of sight, The Mischievous porygon Transfered right into the Clipboard. Once inside, The 8-bit looking Porygon glanced at the man with a blank stare to hopefully give him a good scare.
 
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