As the Magical Leaves came out, the Sandile moved from place to place, changing the directory of the whirlwind, sending the leaves in different places. As the whirlwind was going, the Double Team "copies" of the Sandile went into the whirlwind, the real one following behind. The fakes had gone right through the Ralts' leaves, and the real clamped down on its arm with its menacing jaws, shaking the Ralt's about wildly.

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Del Rosas moved through the gas, and smoke, and tapped his com to answer the buzz emitting from it. 

[color=8493ca]"Is it done?"[/color] Del Rosas was hesitant to answer, as it was done, but he hated it to be done. [color=8dc73f]"Y-Yes sir."[/color] Through the com was a deep sigh of relief, or at least what Del Rosas hoped was relief. When the speaker continued, it was a deep, and dark voice, just like before. [color=8493ca]"Good. Report to HQ. There's a chopper coming for the others. End Transmission."[/color] 

Del Rosas made his way back to the back room, and motioned for the others to stay behind and finish. He grasped on to a rope, and was hoisted up to the monstrosity of a helicopter, making its way back to HQ. HQ. It had been a while since he'd been there. 

While Del Rosas was taking his leave from the scene, the others continued packing up the remaining pokeballs that wouldn't fit, one, containing, a Budew.