Lucki

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It looked like the Team Magma members were loading bags into the back of the truck. Or one of them, anyway, a boy who looked like he was thirteen who was turned toward the direction Lucki was, although there was no chance he'd see her, hiding in the bushes and up so high. He didn't seem like he was paying any attention, anyway. The other boy was turned away, head completely hidden by the red hood. He looked taller and older, maybe by a year or two, and probably keeping watch. The younger boy slung a brown sack into the back of the truck. The tie on the top loosened and a handful of pokeballs rolled out. One bumped against a rubber tire and popped open. Flare appeared. He looked around.

"Hey boy," said one of the Team Magma members, walking over and patting him on the head before picking up the open pokeball and recalling him. "It's a shame we can't keep them, huh?" he commented to the older boy, who was gathering fallen pokeballs. "That one looked friendly."

Why didn't Flare do anything?

"Don't kid around. That was close," responded the older boy. "We're lucky that the flareon was so laid back." His voice sounded familiar. Maybe he was the same one Lucki had defeated before.

"Yeah, I'll be more careful. Still, it's a shame. I always wanted a flareon. I'd call him Helios. He looked like a Helios."

"He looked like he's not yours. C'mon, focus."

Up on the cliff, Lucki fumed. I don't believe it! Why'd Flare just stand around like that? She sighed. I guess there's no helping it. But now that I've found them, what do I do?