As the Mr. Mime was recalled, Indigo looked around. His other friends were engaged in battle. What was the best thing to do-?
Margo's voice floated into his head. Call the police!
And that was exactly what Indy did.
Margo wasn't even sure what to do now, stepping away from their battle field and glancing towards Dan and Indy. Dan was in the midst of battling another thief while Indy was on his Pokedex, calling the police no doubt. She felt a slight wave of anger wash over her--that's what they should've done in the first place, instead of letting her poor pokemon get beat up.
One karate chop on the shell and it was over, it felt like everything was in slow-motion to Dan as he watched his massive Pokémon fall to the ground, feinted, his legs straight out on each side, and his shell cracked and his bushes split.
"Grotle..." He said faintly as he reached ever so subtly to Grotle.
"I...Lost?" He said, as Grotle withdrew into his ball, Dan fell to his knees, holding back tears.
"I'm sorry." He muttered, to Margo and Indy, looking towards the Thief.
Richard had been waiting in the nearby forest, watching his wristwatch. The new recruits were pulling off their first heist. This was their test. As long as they stuck with the plan, they would be in and out of the museum in no time.
But they were late, 45 seconds late to be exact. He waited another 15 seconds before standing in a huff. 'What the hell is taking them?'
And so, Richard began his walk through the forest. At first he walked leisurely, contemplating how he would scold the new recruits for being late.
That's when he heard voices, the voices of his men and the voices of teenage kids. 'Oh no, don't tell me they got mixed up with young trainers. Those idiots.'
Richard picked up the pace, and one minute later arrived at the forest's edge. His men and the teenagers were in the midst of battle. 'Why are they battling? Those morons.'
But instead of jumping to their aid he decided to watch their battles from the shadow. After all, these things (however annoying) do happen from time to time. This would be a good judge of their battle skills. He would interrogate them afterward regarding WHY they thought it was necessary.
The first battle to finish ended in defeat for one of his men. This was the loudmouth of the group, ton's of energy and enthusiasm, but not the brightest recruit. The second battle to finish was a victory for what he had identified as the "smartest" one in the group. And the third battle was another victory that went to the strong silent one. It was finally time to step out of the woods.
Richard emerged from behind a tree while Indigo was on the phone with the police. "Hey, newbies."
He said to get the attention of his new recruits. "Grab your bags and go. I'll stall for you."
Shocked by Richard's appearance, the 'smart one' began to ramble. "I'm sorry boss. I know we weren't supposed to engage in battle. Don here wouldn't-""Quiet!"
Richard snapped. "No names. You should know that. We can talk later. The police will be here any second.""Right. Sorry boss."
The thief apologized.
Then, as commanded, the thieves began to pick up their bags. "Not you"
Richard said, pointing at the thief that lost his battle. "Leave your bag and take this."
He tossed the man a Pokeball. "If you run into anyone that tries to stop you, call that Pokemon out and use Sandstorm. Got it?"
The man nodded fiercely his understanding.
And so, the three men ran off into the woods with two out of three of their bags. Richard, who had kept the teenagers in his peripherals while he was talking, now focused all his attention on them. And the first thing he noticed was Dan. "Well, well..."
He grumbled to himself.
Just then, the sound of a police officer speaking to another officer came from around the corner of the museum. With his right hand, Richard reached for a Pokeball. With his left, he put a finger in front of his face in the universal signal for "be quiet". He made sure to scan over every one of the teenagers when he did this, but he trusted Daniel would know this action was meant for him.
As the police rounded the corner, a Weezing emerged from the Pokeball in his hand. It did not wait for a command to release it's frighteningly thick and expansive Smog
attack. The police only caught a glimpse of Richard through the Smog, but they couldn't follow as he made his escape. They knew that this was no Smokescreen. This gas was poisonous... and spreading slowly.