[center][h2][color=2e3192]Indigo Samson[/color][/h2][/center]

They'd catch the Regime by dusk now; don't sleep on an underdog. Walking in the pale of moonlight, Indigo and his Nidoran♂ traversed the countryside towards NYC, where advanced Regime activity was being reported in across the country. They had trained for long enough, and now it was time to hit them where it hurt. Attacking such a major encampment required a major force, but Indigo had lost contact with any rebel forces long ago. He'd have to do it himself. Indigo walked poised, light of feet, heel to toe. Sticks did not break underfoot, but it was impossible to eliminate all noise when wearing dress shoes. He didn't need anything for hiding, as the darkness was their camouflage. Nidoran♂ would stride much like Indigo, however he was in his pokéball at the moment. No need for extra sound.

Their journey led them to some particularly heavy shrubbery. Indigo wade through the green sea of twigs and leaves as best he could, but it was impossible to not be heard within a hundred yards or so. He was making too much noise, hell, the Regime could be closing in on him now. Paranoia set in and Indigo decided to sit still for a moment to dissuade anyone that might be listening. Just in case, he gripped his pokéball tightly, teeth grit and eyes darting about the dim forest. There were only rare beams of light, but he still had to worry about being sniffed out.