[center] [color=#71407C][h1]Mistress Hollow[/h1][/color][/center]
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The loud sound of clacking heels knocked against the pavement, one after another, causing a slight echo down the street from where Hammer was watching the children enter the gym itself. One hand on her hip as she walked closer to the man with a fairly irritate look drawn across her ebony skin, her cold eyes deadlocked on the man she had been looking for since day before yesterday. As she closed in on her target she pulled a Pokeball from her sleeve and released the being inside, revealing it to be a regular Rotom that floated aimlessly around its trainer snickering out loud. 

[color=#71407C]“Overload, short out every camera this man has following him, and every cell phone with a recorder on it around the area”[/color] she commanded the ghost Pokemon disappearing without a trace. 

She worked fairly hard to build a professional image for her coordinator career and the last thing she wanted was the internet buzzing about her throwing down with detective hammer. As the cameras were shut down one by one Hollow made her presence known to the crew as she walked right passed them without so much as a second glance. Long purple hair flowing wildly in the wind, cold piercing eyes, one could mistake her for someone else entirely. 

[color=#71407C]“Detective hammer I presume?”[/color] she questioned moving her hand up to take the Pokeball off the necklace  around her neck [color=#71407C]“I believe we need to have a little chat about abuse of power and harassing children, and after maybe you can tell me something what gang you’re looking for exactly”[/color] she spoke clear and loud enough for him to hear her a burning anger through each word clear and distinct.