Desmond jogged across the plaza, one hand wrestling his uniform into place, the other gripping a too-hot cup of coffee. His belt was crooked, his badge still dangling from its lanyard, and his hair definitely wasn’t regulation.
Growlithe kept pace at his side, tail wagging like this was all a game. Desmond wasn’t sure if the Pokémon was excited about their new assignment—or just happy to be out of the apartment.
“We’re not late,” he muttered. “We’re dramatically punctual.”
Growlithe snorted.
Up ahead, a Doduo stood by the security scanner—both heads locked in a heated squabble over something only they seemed to care about. They stopped bickering when they spotted Desmond—and promptly tried to salute at the same time, clonking heads with a dull thunk.
From inside his bag, something stirred. A male Nidoran poked its head out, blinked at the rising sun, and yawned wide. Then it sank back down and started chewing on Desmond’s laminated ID.
Desmond took a long sip of coffee, looked up at the towering silhouette of Silph Co., and sighed.
“Alright. First shift. Let’s try not to burn anything down.”
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