"We're almost there, kids. Just a little further" said Zoroark as he lead the gang of Kirlia, Grovyle, Riolu, Chimchar and Froakie down a dark, inner city alleyway.
Irritated, Froakie spoke up, saying to Zoroark, "Can you not call us kids?"
"This has to be the longest alleyway in existence. Where are we going?" asked Chimchar.
"My feet are starting to hurt" added Kirlia.
"What do you expect when you walk on your toes" jokes Grovyle.
"You really are annoying, you know that Treek...Grovyle" asked Riolu of his newly evolved partner.
"See? Kids. Only kids argue with each other and complain this much" said Zoroark.
"For kids, we sure took care of you, didn't we" asked Chimchar.
"The odds were in your favor. 5 on one in a closed space like that wasn't exactly a fair fight. And we're here" Zoroark responded.
The Pokemon reach the end of the alleyway. They see nothing but rusty trash cans sitting in a corner.
This is a dead end" said Froakie.
"Just wait" replied Zoroark.
Suddenly, the eyes of a Trubbish peeped from inside of the trash cans.
"What's the code" he said.
"It's me, Trubbish. Zoroark. Cut the you" she responded.
"Don't insult me, you big fur ball. What's the code?"
"192234043691."
"Access granted. Now, go away" said Trubbish as he flipped a switch and disappeared back into the trash can.
"Yeah, whatever, you little garbage bag" replied Zoroark before walking through the unlocked secret passageway.
They found themselves inside of a large central intelligence headquarters of sorts.
"Make yourselves at home, guys" , said Zoroark before turning to yell, "I'M BACK! AND I BROUGHT THE NEW RECRUITS" into the large empty hall.
"New recruits? What's this about," asked Chimchar.
"Yeah, what's going on? We didn't agree to join anything," added Froakie.
"My apologies..." said Espeon, appearing behind Froakie and Chimchar.
"WAAAAAH! Where the hell did you come from," screamed a shocked Froakie.
Espeon chuckled and replied, "The bathroom."
"I can smell it from here, Boss," laughed Zoroark.
"You're not normal," replied Espeon.
"Boss, huh? Ok, somebody start explaining before I ransack this place," exclaimed Grovyle.
Suddenly a tall, purple figure appeared behind Grovyle, and drew it's red claw at Grovyle's neck.
"Don't even try it, kid. I'll inject enough poison to kill a Mamoswine into your neck. Then we'll see who's ransacking what."
"Let him go," yelled Chimchar.
"Shut up, you little monkey. Or, you'll be next."
"I've got this Chimchar. He won't hurt me".
"You're at a type disadvantage. You've got nothing. Try it, Chimp. I dare you."
"Stand down, Toxicroak. You're at a type disadvantage as well," spoke Espeon, sternly.
"You don't have the heart, Espeon. I'm gonna teach this kid a lesson in manners" Toxicroak responded.
"I do have the heart, however. And it's in your best interest to let him go" said Seismitoad walking in from the training simulation room.
Toxicroak quickly loosened his grip from Grovyle.
"I was just having a little fun. You guys can't take a joke" he said nervously.
"Your jokes are sick..." said Zoroark under her breath.
"Did I fluster that pretty purple fur of yours, Zoey" asked Toxicroak, overhearing what she said.
"Let's not waste anymore time. I will explain the reason that we requested your presence here. Please forgive Toxicroak. He's a bit of a...wildcard."
"Lunatic" said Zoroark.
"Say it again" responded Toxicroak.
"Both of you, please shut up" yelled Sylveon descending from the ceiling.
"So glad that you could join us, Sis."
"Well, with all of the fuss down here, how can a girl get any sleep, Espy" she joked.
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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...
