"Brionne, Staryu, Honedge, come on out!" He sent out the aforementioned Pokémon. "Listen up, we have bogeys nearly 200 feet to the south," Donald elaborated, "Coordinate with the other allied Pokémon."
"Ready to jam!" Brionne acknowledged. Staryu saluted with a limb and Honedge drew himself from his sheath.
"Porygon-Z, search through their copied data, go right for the jugular and make like a Crobat," Donald commanded.
"C-c-c-c-compliance," Porygon-Z acknowledged before disappearing into Donald's phone. What Donald had just commanded his Porygon-Z to do—after the copied data had been searched—was to drain their treasury and hopefully cause their operations to come to a crashing halt through insolvency…assuming someone had stored passwords on at least one of the affected terminals.