[center][h2]Later That Day, Slateport City, Hoenn Region[/h2][/center]

Another vacant, dimly-lit warehouse, another shady deal. Nick stood facing a younger man, no older than 20 for sure, who was anxiously pacing back and forth as Nick swiped away at the screen of his black market trainer gauntlet. As he did so, he looked up at the man, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, darker than the night sky in the city. [color=lightblue]"You wanted 10 Max Potions, a pair of Full Restores, and a...Fletchinder, right?"[/color] The youth stopped pacing, and shot a look that, if it could kill, would've caused Nick to go into cardiac arrest. "Farfetch'd damnit, I said a Farfetch'd." Nick pointed a finger at the man and nodded. [color=lightblue]"Right, right. My mistake. Now, if we tally all that up, plus the cost of my partners' delivery, it adds up to about...40,000."[/color]

The youth nearly screamed as he stomped over to where Nick stood, pressing a finger into Nick's chest. "Now you listen here, you no-good, two-timing, dirty, scumbag back-room dealer of a man. I'm not paying you something that ridiculous for stuff I can get legally for half the price!" Nick chuckled as the man said this, brushing aside his finger and saying [color=lightblue]"But can you [i]really[/i] get it legally? Let alone for half the price? I may be from out-of-town, but I'm not stupid when it comes to current events. So either you pay up, or get out. And don't you ever touch me again."[/color]

The man's face grew red with anger, and he blustered a bit before speaking in an enraged voice. "Now you listen here! This deal is off, and you can forget about ever operating here again. I've got connections, ya see? And once they hear about this, you'll be ruined, left to rot next to some dumpster with a knife in your gut!" The man tried to continue, but stopped once he noticed what Nick was doing. With a clap of his hands Nick stepped back, as out from the shadows came rushing a heavyset figure.

Butch came darting out from the shadows, bullrushing the man and kneeing him in the stomach, causing him to double over and let out a cry of pain. [color=lightblue]"You see, friend, I can't just let anyone threaten to ruin my business and walk out a free man, let alone alive. Now my partner Butch here is gonna teach you a lesson, and then we'll finish up. Butch, if you would."[/color] Butch gave a grunt of confirmation, and pulled the man up from his hunched over position, before delivering a blow to the man's face. Letting the man stumble back, Butch swung with another two punches, hitting the man's abdomen and face in quick succession. The man keeled over, falling to the ground, a spurt of blood coming coughing up from his mouth and splattering against the concrete floor of the warehouse. Butch bellowed out what sounded like a laugh, stepping up to the man and planting his foot firmly on the man's chest, grinding it in and snapping a few ribs. Walking up to the two, Nick looked down at the man, lowering his sunglasses and staring him in the eyes.

Not saying a word, Nick reached into his coat, sliding something small, dark and metallic from inside it.

[h2]KRAAAK![/h2]

The sound echoed through the warehouse, and as the smoke wafted from the end of the pistol, Nick looked down at what remained of the former customer, and spat onto it, kicking it in the side. Returning his weapon to his concealed holster, Nick pulled a pokeball from his belt. [color=lightblue]"Return, Butch. Good work."[/color] The light of Butch returning to his pokeball glowed against the dark building, before fading away. Nick picked up the spent shell casing from the ground, and stepped towards the exit of the warehouse. Walking out into the city streets, Nick headed for his hotel room, planning to call it a day.