Pokémon Fool's Gold | Orre & Galar Fanfiction

Chapter 47: Disarmed

Ringed fingers hammered on Lyndon's office door. He sent his Gourgeist to answer it. Verzant recoiled. He was as visibly enraged as his boss.

'What the fuck do you think you're doing?!'

'I don't think it's an Admin's place to question the Grand Master's orders.'

'Get real! You're a high school dropout! A rejected quarterback! I'm a politician!'

'You're getting much too cocky, Verzant. Maybe you should watch your step.'

'Oh yeah? You're gonna bump off your best performing Admin and your most ruthless Commander? That woman was gold dust! She didn't even need to be a Shadow Trainer! OK, nobody likes her, but they don't like you either!'

'I don't need misplaced adoration to sleep at night.'

He smiled sardonically. 'Supporting Cipher and needing to be liked don't really go together.'

'You know literally nothing about Cipher. If you got your head out of your ass, you'd see people are starting to respect us. And whether you like Rosen or not – Alfie liked her. When he hears...'

'Alfie's in jail on the other side of the world. He needs me. And he won't hear anything I don't tell him, now, will he?'

Verzant scowled. 'You have no respect...'

'Respect and Cipher don't go together, either. Get out and shut your yap if you value your job.'

Lyndon's Houndoom growled as it stalked threateningly towards him. Verzant's hand hovered over his pocket. An Ultra Ball peeked out.

'My Pokémon could use the exercise, but you know you can't win. Might I remind you, my "best performing Admin," that you lost to a child? Leon Fayed's kid, no less? In fact, three of you and all your Peons totally failed to protect our very, very expensive lab and our followers and research inside.'

Lyndon was satisfied with Verzant's furious, but resigned grimace. 'Maybe spend less time kissing your reflection and more time training. In fact, let's make that an order.'

Verzant knew he couldn't argue. He stormed off. The door slammed behind him. Lyndon sighed. Houndoom nudged him, concerned. His P★DA lit up.

Intruder. Think you know this one. What shall we do with him? Could be useful.

Coren sent a photo. The signal was patchy in Lyndon's office. He couldn't be bothered to wait for it to load. A lot of people 'knew' him. Like his son, he was a high school football star once. They knew his face. They didn't know what he'd become.

Whatever man. If u think he's useful do what u want. U know better than fucking verzant

Dots appeared. Coren was typing.

Thank you, Sir. We'll seize, detain and torture if necessary.

***

Anabel's Latios landed outside the Nascott City Police Department. The chief awaited her and Looker.

'Thanks for coming, Chief Inspector. My name's Harley.'

He sighed. 'Those Gym Leaders aren't the first to complain about this chick. There are a bunch of conspiracy theorists... anyways. Would y'all like a coffee?'

'No, thank you. We'll be going now if one of your officers would still like to accompany us.'

'You don't wanna wait 'til the crowds are gone?'