[center]The young girl's heart swelled with pride as Michael complimented the group's amateur battling skills. She couldn't wait to tell Beckett! Jorie crossed her arms against her chest as the Professor explained the appearance of Cipher. She tried to remain calm, but her body trembled slightly at Michael's words. She had heard the stories, and Beckett had spent many a late night shift in pursuit of Cipher's criminal gang. Her eyes widened the more he spoke, and she hardly noticed as Michael's Skarmory headed back into the Headquarters with the burnt Bulbasaur on its back. His sullen speech was interrupted by the frantic beeping of his fingers against the buttons on his PokePager. 

She couldn't help but lean in to listen closer to his conversation with Chobin. Jorie knew of the man, he was the eager assistant to Dr. Kaminko, but had never met him in person. The mansion was off-limits and quite secluded to the villagers of Agate village. Jorie had wandered down the hidden path with Maren on several occasions, enjoying the solitude with her faithful companion. They never stepped foot on the property though, unlike the hooligan Agata Village children. It was somewhat of a game among them to sneak out to the run-down mansion during the dark hours and see who could get the closest before totally flipping their wig. 

Maren held the record, of course. The brave little Pokemon had even come in contact with the eccentric Dr. on one rare occasion. Jorie looked down to her Pokebelt happily as Professor Michael ended his phone call and began addressing the group once more. She stepped forward and nodded her head sharply before turning to face Tyler and Marie.

"I grew up in the Agata forest and have lived in the Village my whole life. I know the path well, but Professor..."

Her long golden ponytail whipped around as she turned back to Michael. Her eyebrow arched with doubt and her blue eyes were glazed over with concern. 

"I'm not so sure Dr. Kaminko is going to believe you would send three 'children' to retrieve such a precious invention. He's very... Particular."

She emphasized the last word and slipped her hands into the pockets of her brown apron. Jorie was excited to be given such a task, especially by Michael, but couldn't help but question the older man's decision. Her eyes wandered to one of the elongated windows of the Headquarters. The workers inside we're scrambling about frantically with handfuls of papers and Pokemon. Jorie sighed deeply, her mind keeping her feet planted, but her heart longed to go inside and help them. [i]Maybe this strange request is our chance to help?[/i][/center]