[@Wayward]

The man behind the counter had to hold back from rolling his eyes. He spoke in a monotone voice. "There are Poke stores all around us. You should check your handy Pokedex to find them all, but if you want [i]my[/i] opinion, go to the "Poke Central on Madison Avenue". It's close the Pokemon Lab. They can heal your Pokemon at the lab, just as well as any Poke Center could. As for gyms, the closest one is obviously the Manhattan Gym, but you can't face that one before the others. You'll have to go to the other four boroughs first."

Just as the man finished answering Bryan's question, another person came running up to the desk. "Excuse me! I'm a new Pokemon trainer, and I just got into the area. Can you help me?"

The man behind the counter dropped his head in defeat. After a moment of silence, he looked back up and started his speech again. "There are Poke stores all around us...."

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[@Alisdragon911]

The girl named Samantha shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not sure. I'm not really the competitive type. I think I'm going to be a breeder instead. I just like spending time with my Pokemon and raising them to be big and strong... But maybe I'll give the gym a chance, just to test how well I've bred my own Pokemon so far."

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[@jeroukoo]

Malcolm was surprised at what the nurse said next, "Gotcha, Malcolm Striker, from Annapolis, Maryland. You sure are a long way from home. I'll have a room ready for you right away, but um... would you mind if I retook your picture? Your license expired almost... nine years ago??? That can't be right..."

The nurse then turned the computer around, to show a picture of Malcolm at age 17. He recognized the picture, it was from his high school yearbook. His father must have signed him up to be a trainer without telling him, all those years ago.