Odyssey for Yin and Yang

(2)

Pulling into the city, I blinked, looking around at the familiar sights. I could still remember the main streets, which back alleys connected to places of interest, how to get around without being caught.

"If you drop me off at Gear Station, ma'am, I can find my way anywhere." I said quietly, seeing her nod as she got into the ride Pokemon lanes of the road.

About halfway there, she whipped out her Rotom phone and called her boss, letting him know why her GPS was showing her in Nimbasa City instead of Castelia City. With how high she had the volume on her phone turned, I could hear the man repeating a very eager, "No, go ahead, go ahead! A trainer being reunited with their Pokémon is always a worthwhile mission. Take a vacation to help if you need, your file says you've saved more than six years of vacation time."

"Oh, I'm sure you don't have to take it that far."

"No, no. How about this, Gladys? If that really is Amile Camarin, then I'm also more than happy to let you go help. You've got months of paid vacation saved, take whatever you need of it to help her. Just leave the carriage at Gear Station, you and the mares help her. I used to watch those shows with my son before he went into show business, he'd beg me to send you with her."

Ohhhh boy. More fans. Although, it'd sound selfish and cruel to push them away for wanting to help. It was honestly sweet. I forgot how much people could care when they wanted to.

"I'm pretty sure we still have those saddlebag sets stored in the station locker systems, talk to Emmet and Ingo, they'll get them out for you. Those bags'll carry and clip anything, within reason for Flare and Sparkle, of course. I know they're strong, but I don't want to push them too hard."

"Are you really sure?" she asked, eyes widening as we pulled up to the station.

I rubbed my head, "I don't know that that is a good idea, I don't know how long it will take to do this. I don't even know if this is really going to get them back."

Gladys looked at me sadly, and sighed softly, "Alright, Mark, but I won't force her to look if she gives up. Thank you for doing this..." she hung up, and rubbed her face sadly before getting down and unhooking the two Rapidash from the carriage, returning them to a pair of Pokéballs, "I'll only accompany you if it is truly okay with you."

"Honestly, the company would be nice, thank you, ma'am," I sighed, rubbing my head, "I don't know what to expect from here on out."

She nodded, and left the carriage in the spot we pulled into, watching as I clipped all of my bags together to make them travel a bit easier, before walking inside with me, and looking around for a ticket counter.

A minute later, however, two men in black and white walked over and bowed, "Ms. Camarin, Mrs. Evergreen, Mr. Walsh called us to let us know you would need the saddlebags from one of the company lockers here," the one in black said, the one in white offering only a small smile.

"Thank you, Ingo. Amile here is about to begin searching for her old Pokémon, and I guess Mike didn't want us to have to carry our things back and forth," she nodded, smiling softly at them.

"Ah! Amile Camarin, then?" the one in white perked up, looking at me.

It took every ounce of self control not to hide behind Gladys like a shy lost child. All I could manage was a silent nod.

"Don't worry. No one was close enough to hear. I have to assume that after this long, there would be some reservations to being seen in public without a Pokémon," The one in black said with a simple nod in my direction, "The locker is this way, ma'am."

In one motion, he turned, and began leading the way toward a section of walls lined with lockers of various sizes.

Leading us to the largest, he opened it to reveal a stack of leather, cloth and metal.