Pokemon: Gale

Prologue: The raid

"People can be divided into two groups. Those who give... And those who take..." -Lysandre, Crime boss

Night in Jasel City. A night almost as bright as day, with the lights of the cars on the roads crisscrossing around the ever shining skyscrapers of the business districts surrounding Jasel airport, a plane always lifting off or landing on the runway. The Jasel City Gym, Hells tower, was a dark spot among the light of the city, the complex ringed by a ten foot tall wall cutting out its own clearing in the concrete jungle. Large, but small put against the city scape, over half it's height lay carved deep underground.

They came. Dressed in shadow, poke balls streaked with red bolts of lightning bobbing on their vests. Two. Five. Ten. Small disturbances, faint enough to be tricks of the eye. Backs pushed up against the wall. Ten. Twelve total, surrounding the complex. Small flashes of poke ball bursting open came and went. Then the radios began to crackle on.

"Ready?"

"In position."

"One... Two... Three."

The wall crashed inward on four sides, from a gengar's shadow ball, a Tyranitar's skull bash, an electrode's self-destruct, and a double slam of a conkledurr's stone supports. They ran inside, their passive pokemon thunking their way over the garden surrounding the main building. The alarm barely let out one screech before a volt tackle streaked and buzzed through the air and knocked it down to the ground.

"Come on!"

"Get us inside!"

The tyranitar dipped its head down and sped up, shattering through the double doors of the building, the above ground portion a tall white cube. Running through dust and rubble, people and pokemon followed into the pitch dark inside. More poke balls were yanked of vests, thrown to the ground. The tyranitar slid itself to halt as everyone stood in the entry, at least four sharp eyed pokemon for everyone person standing in dark. Clicks of buttons on the sides of their visors, then the darkness became a manageable green, people and pokemon standing out as orange spots of heat.

"Alright," one said, tossing out goggles to to pokemon that weren't nocturnal. They were three doorways for each of the three walls in the square room. "Squads of two. Grab as many as you can. And let the noses let the way. All of these damn gyms are set up like mazes." Everyone took their last poke balls from their vests. Twelve Houndooms, paws fitted with iron claw molds stood is the room, whiffing at the air.

A door opened. A man. Thin, lab coat, dark shirt, long, dark hair. He carried a brief case, and a slowpoke held on to his shoulder.  It looked wide-eyed at all the unexpected company.
People and pokemon snorted, laughed. "Listen," came another voice from under the bandanna covering their mouth. "Hand over any pokemon you got on you, and you can walk out."

"When we're finished." Someone added.
"Yeah, we might even let you keep that useless pink you got right now."

The man shook his head. He was youngish, clean shaven. "The right day to forget my keys, huh buddy?" He looked at the little slowpoke, frowning. It whimpered. "Well," he sighed, "we'll have a story to tell Lyn later."
"Ain't you listening?" Another asked. The tyranitar slammed its foot on the ground, wracking it with a light tremor. "Get over here, give 'em up!" A few Houndooms barked, licks of flame popping out between their teeth.

"There are..." the man in the lab coat grunted, lifting the briefcase to cradle in both hands.
"Three things-"

"Flamethrower!"

"Shadow Ball!"

"Scald!"

The attacks ripped off. Then all crashing at their target, a mix of dark energy, smoke and steam floated away to show the man in the lab coat still standing. The slowpoke was now on the floor in front of him. A few gasps. More growls and snaps and hisses. Protect? That strong from a pokemon that small?

"I was saying... Three things I believe." He clicked off the lock of the briefcase, letting it fall open. Poke balls. At least over a dozen. Clear even in the green tinted view of the night vision goggles. He shook the briefcase, letting them all tumble out, scatter onto the floor and pop open. One by one the forms of the pokemon came free from the bright light of their release. Delphox, Gothitelle, Snorlax. More. Malamar, Oranguru, Golurk. Even more. Soon they all opened, and the man had at least twenty pokemon flanking him on both sides, mostly psychic types with all manner of other mixed in.

"The first is to always carry a few more pokemon than regulation allows." The lights came on, and a gardevoir put out its hands. A screen a light started to shimmer between the man and his pokemon and the black clad squad members. A stern faced Indeedee walked up on its little legs next to him and patted his pocket. "Thank you for the reminder." He pet it on the head as it made the closest sound to a "harrumph" it could and took his phone from his pocket. "The second is to have the right people on speed dial."

All the Pokémon on the other side of the light screen bared teeth, growled, readied up. "There's still more than fifty of us, so thanks for the sneak preview at our next marks. You better have enjoyed them while you had them.
The man in the labcoat shook his head again. "The third is to look up." Ten more massive forms came falling from above.

"Reporting Live now from out helicopters. Trouble in the Javis City Gym. This is Mercan National News, first on the scene for this emergency broadcast..."