The gang of mercenaries are walking home from the restaurant and pass by an electronics store. Through the window were many "sale" signs, price reduction tags, refurbished merchandise, and the one or two high-end items with "no credit check", "payment plans" and "take home today" stamped all over them. A particular television was broadcasting the news and caught Treeko's eye. He ran inside of the store, followed by his friends, to get a better listen.
"We serve and work in collaboration with President Altaria to ensure the standard in homeland security. Colonel Kingdra, along with Cirque's Navy and Marine Corps, ensure the safety of the oceans and seas. Flygon and Garchomp run joint commandeering of Cirque Army to protect the front and deploy to where ever needed. Salamence and Dragonite are in charge of keeping the skies clear of any threats along with the Air Force of Cirque. The five of them report to me, Forces Command, Commander In Chief Noivern. I report to and deal directly with President Altaria to coordinate strategies for continuing to develop iron clad homeland security" said the Commander, Noivern.
"Whoa...guys. This is next level" Treeko said.
"It's a couple levels ahead of us to be honest" Ralts replied.
"Thanks for that Ms. Well Actually", Treeko teased.
Ralt's face turned red. She clenched her fist asserted, "Don't be a jerk, you gecko".
Treeko, grabbed his chest and chucked.
"Harsh, Ralts. Harsh. I was just messin'."
"They are the real fucking deal" Chimchar said.
"I'd hate to be on their hit list..." Riolu said to himself.
"As long as we keep a low profile and stick to our job, we won't be" Froakie replied, overhearing Riolu.
"You heard...?" Riolu said.
Froakie put his hand on Riolu's shoulder and shook his head.
"Yeah. It's ok. I'm with you. I just want to do enough gigs and make enough money to live comfortably somewhere off the grid. And I know you want to travel and live the clean life. One day, Riolu. And we have nothing to worry about as long as we don't draw too much attention to our profession."
"A 'Fletchling Hood and His Merry Band of Thieves' lifestyle of stealing from the rich and giving to the richer" Riolu said to Froakie.
"I know...it's still wrong. And high risk" Froakie responded.
"You're right. I'm overthinking it, Froakie."
"No, you're not. You have the right. It's cool."
Chimchar was lost in news broadcast. He stared blankly, gazing at Noivern.
"He's the one...I want to meet. He's the one...He's the one that I have to train under" Chimchar said to himself.
"Thank you for your time, Commander Noivern, and the Heads of the Military of Cirque " said the news reporter Jynx.
The camera panned out to the Commander and Military Heads waving and saluting.
"He's the one that I have to surpass" Chimchar said to himself.
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Pokemon Syndicate
FanfictionRiolu, Froakie, Chimchar, and Treeko are young Pokemon swept into a world of conspiracy, covert military operations, government secrets, and a gritty, underground world of fast-paced action. Under the guidance of Espeon and her organization, Espeona...
