At the docks of the Gainsay Sandsea, countless Pawniard were unloading crates from sand-air boats onto the cargo carriers of trucks. Overseeing the job were the Desperadoes of the Desert Swamp, Feraligatr and Krookodile. They had their boss, Bisharp, on the phone, keeping him up to date with every bit of data collected for record keeping purposes.
"How many more shipments, Boss? The boys are running low on energy and morale..." Krookodile spoke.
Bisharp's stern, yet smooth voice echoed through the receiver.
"You always had a soft spot for those Pawniard of mine. Let them take a break. They've earned the rest."
"Sure thing, Boss. Give them the word, Gatr."
Feraligatr took to the megaphone in the communications booth at the dock to deliver the message.
"ATTENTION! ATTENTION! THE BOSS HAS CALLED FOR MOMENTARY BREAK FROM UNLOADING THE CRATES. BREAK TIME INDEFINITE. PLEASE BE LISTENING FOR MY SIGNAL TO RESUME WORK. THAT IS ALL."
The Pawniard looked at each other with expressions of relief. They sat down the crates and powered down the conveyor belts and proceeded to take a small break from their hard work.
"Boss sure is a lot more lenient as of late, don't you think, Gatr?"
"He's become indifferent to the mob world. And that's understandable" Feraligatr replied.
"Indifferent? But the Boss loves this Family, Gatr."
"We're only taking the place of the family that he lost to the mob. After losing them, he put his heart and soul into growing this organization into what it is today. It was his baby. His baby is all grown up and fully able to function without him. The boss is feeling...empty, Krook."
"How sad..."
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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...
