A harsh wind blew through the night as a truck drove down a muddy road of North Dakota. It was dirty and looked as if it was driving for a long time. And it was. In the back was live cargo, something the public wasn't supposed to see. It didn't bother to slow down when it passed a sign that read the area he was entering was government property. It did slow down when it came to gate with two soldiers at guard.

As the truck stopped one went up to the driver for ID while the other went to the back to see what was in it. A loud crash could be heard, the back opening. The guard shown his flashlight, showing cages packed with a pink like and pig like creatures, all having an empty expression. They were Slowpokes, all crammed into cages and not knowing what was going on.

The guard spit onto the ground before closing the back, hitting his flashlight agents it, a sign it was clean. The truck started up again and drove the gates, leaving the two to continue standing guard. The truck continued to drive another mile before reaching a large compound. Three buildings stood near a river, all made of strong concrete and having dozens of guards keeping guard.

The truck stopped by the first building, the loading docks. As it parked into the back and into the gate the driver stopped, thinking he just heard something landing on his truck. He shrugged it off as he got out, turning off the engine and heading for the building.

As the driver entered he had no trouble reaching to the loading bay. There were dozens of trucks also getting the Slowpokes off from their trucks and into two piles. One for adults and another for children. As the truck driver opened the back to his truck was was not expecting a boot to his his face.

His body making a loud thud caught everyone's attention, the guards pointing their guns at the source while the drivers ducked, not wanting to get into the cross fire. Everything was silent for a moment as the guards inched closer to the truck, seeing nothing but Slowpokes still in their cages.

Right before they were about to drop their weapons a voice whispered behind them. "What are we looking at?"

They all turned, opening fire into nothingness. They were surprised until one gotten punched and fallen to the ground. A masculine figure dressed in nothing but black and a Deadpool mask quickly caught the gun in mid air and opened fire, shooting the guards in their bullet proof vests. The ones shot fell, out from shock. The ones still armed opened fire, accidentally shooting their own men as the figure dodged the bullets. He jumped behind a crate and peered over, grabbing a chuck of metal and used it as a shield as he ran towards the guard knocking them all down.

He slammed the metal piece on them, knocking them all out. The figure jumped down, dodging a punch from a large truck driver. He quickly swung his legs, causing the large man to fall. As he got up he caught a punch from another truck driver, twisting his wrist before headbutting him. Another ran at him from behind, getting a boot square in the chest and flying into a wall. The large driver stood again, slowly falling back down. Behind him was the black figure, holding the metal chunk with an obvious large dent.

When it was obvious there wasn't anymore people the masked figure placed his hand on an ear piece under the mask. "Yo, got the loading bay done. You all finished or do I have to save you?"

"Don't worry Cesar, I got this." a feminine voice responded in a whisper, boring him.

"C'mon Chandler, I can swoop in and be the hero!"

"I said I got this!" Chandler hissed, turning her communicator off before Cesar could respond.

In the other building, the machinery room, was filled with dozens of people sitting at a conveyor belt, holding knives in hands and baskets beside them. On the conveyor belt were Slowpokes, all lying down and still unaware what was going on. They were slicing off their tails, leaving the Slowpokes and taking the tails. their tails were considered a delicacy in several countries, close to out marketing chicken meat.

Guards stood at the entrance and exits, all growing board. Thankfully they shouldn't be anymore. A small metal ball rolled across the building, stopping by a ventilation shaft. It popped open and gray gas entered the shaft and exiting over the ceiling. It didn't take long for the guards to take notice and the works to abandon their work post. The guards vision was blurred and they were coughing hard.

One kept quaffing the air around him, trying to clear the air around him. He was successful but saw something strange. It was a thin womanly figure, walking up to him. He was confused until he fell to the ground, a big boot print on his cheek. The smoke started to clear the guards opened fire on the figure until more smoke filled the air around here. They shot at the air as they hopped they would hit their target.

They didn't stop until two were knocked out. The last guard turned and saw the figure disappear. He opened fire but grunted in pain when something hit his hands, causing him to drop and lose his gun. He panicked, looking around, hearing a feminine voice filled with moxie.

"Where am I? Are you going crazy? I'm right here!" He turned, falling hard onto the ground with a broken nose and out.

The woman waved her hand through the air, causing the gas to lighten up. She was dressed in black spy suit. He had a gas mask on and quickly pulled it off, revealing long blonde hair. She placed a hand on her communicator, feeling proud of herself.

"What did I tell you Cesar, I got it covered."

"What about scale for brains?"

"Haha guys," a masculine voice answered, obviously displeased "I'm waiting on you guys."

From the source was Nicholas, sitting in makeshift chair in the middle of war zone, pushing down his sleeves to cover his black scale covered arms. A light over him kept flickering and dozens of unconscious bodies of truck drivers and guards littered the floor, along with gasoline.

"Slick the place and everything, we need to be ready for Nestor's word."

"I wonder what's keeping him so long?" Cesar asked, a moaning and tired voice could be heard behind him. "Hey, who said you can get up!?" The sound of metal coming into contact with bone could be heard, a sign he just knocked the guy out for a second time. "This might take a while to get the live ones out."

Meanwhile in a large tower in the center of the area was currently being raided. In the top room a guard had headphone on, listening to his own music. He was oblivious to the sounds of gunshots and screaming from the other room. It wasn't until a large thud could be heard from the metal door. The guard took his headphones off, setting his feet off from the keyboard.

He shrugged before placing his headphones back on, but suddenly threw them off when he heard another loud thud. He slowly stood up, aiming his pistol at the door, slowly walking towards it. He waited for what seemed forever until the door suddenly flew off the hinges, hitting the man and launching towards the wall.

A large Lucario walked through the door, looking around his surrounding. When he knew it was empty he nodded. "it is clear, sensei."

A tall figure walked out from behind the Lucario. He had a large black trench coat, covering his whole body, all except for his boots. The hood too covered his face, giving no signs of human life, except for a black scarf, trailing out from the neck. He cautiously walked over to the key board, looking at the small computer. He took his hood off, revealing a young and scruffy face. He had odd long black hair that stopped at his shoulders. It wouldn't odd if his hair wasn't white, with the boarder line under half his skull. His red eyes shine slightly as he saw that the computer wasn't asleep. As his fingers flew across the key board the Lucario was examining the man crushed by the door, inching his hand at the headphones.

"Zero, don't touch that." The man said aloud, causing the Lucario to stop himself.

He bowed, walking away from the body. "Sorry sensei."

It didn't take long until the figure opened the video feed and deleted it, including the whole motherboard. As the computer flashed and filled with white words on a blue screen the figure placed a hand on his ear piece.

"Alright guys, time to lit the place and get out of here." As he took his off from his ear piece he nodded to Zero.

Zero nodded back, walking towards the glass window of the tower and shattering the whole panel with one paw. As the glass fell Zero was returned into his Pokeball, leaving Nestor alone in the room. He took a breath before lighting a match and throwing it behind him, meeting a trail of gasoline. He then sprinted towards the window, jumping out and grabbing a hand.

Chandler lifted him up onto her Hunchkrow's named Inky. It was large and didn't mind the extra weight on it's back, gladly taking his trainer and friend into the sky and way from the small explosions under them.

The flight took only ten minutes until Inky, landed on the top of a mountain in Canada, far from a small town miles below and away. Inky landed next to a Flygon, holding its trainer and Cesar. The four leaped off and headed for the entrance to the cave. They walked for several minutes until reaching a wall. They didn't seem to stop, casually walking through and entering something extraordinary.

They entered a hole where a door stood. They opened the door and felt the warm air hit their faces. They entered a living room like area where a fireplace was attached to one wall, across from three sets of couches. A hall way could be seen where it lead to a large modern kitchen and dinning room, leading to several other hall ways to bedrooms, a library, and gym room, communications room, and other exits and entrances.

The sounds of paws hitting wooden floor could be heard and heading towards them. Chandler dropped to her knees, having her arms open and exposing her too a little Houndour, licking her face. As she giggled a shiny Umbreon and Absol walked casually towards them.

"Meltdown, calm down!" She cried out, trying to get the pup off her.

Meltdown barked happily before his adopted parents caught up. Meltdown was a six month old Houndour that was easily excited for anything. He was just an egg when the gang saved him and several other eggs from a government site testing the effects of chemicals in Pokemon eggs. When they brought it home Dusk and Loki were protective over the egg, both adopting the egg as their kin. It didn't faze the gang much since Dusk had strong feelings for the Absol and as much as Loki hated admitting things he had the same feelings.

Meltdown hopped off his trainer before running back to his parents, biting onto Loki's tail. The Absol rolled his eyes before going onto the floor and allowing the pup to pull him into another room with Dusk in tow.

The four trainers left the living room and disbursed. Nick headed for the communications room, starting his daily search for any trainers that found League basses like this. Cesar left to his room and Chandler fallowed her Pokemon, wanting to play with Meltdown. Nestor however went to the kitchen, seeing his favorite odd shiny Gardevoir.

The Gardevoir had black hair, unlike normal and shiny Gardevoir's, pale skin and red eyes like his own. She had an apron on, holding a knife in hand. Nestor peered over her shoulder, seeing she was cutting up carrots.

"I guess tonight's not left overs night." Faith stiffen, giggling at herself before calming down and giving her trainer a look.

"Whoa, you don't have to be so harsh." The trainer couldn't help but to tease her putting his arms up in defense as she pointed the kitchen knife at him.

She gave him one last look before putting the knife down and looking into the fridge. He passed the counter and found a little Smoochum holding onto his boot. He chuckled before picking up the little Smoochum he named Neva. She too was an infant, saved from the same egg mission. She had grew attached to both him and his team, especially Faith. Neva giggled as she was picked up but when the trainer set her back down, hearing Faith snap her fingers.

"Something wrong?"

"Gar, devoir." she mumbled, causing her trainer to raise an eyebrow.

He sighed, tapping on his ear piece. "Damn thing. Can you say that again?"

"I said we're out of cucumbers," She repeated in annoyance. Lately the translator he and Chandler had has been malfunctioning, sometimes never translating properly. "I'm gonna need to go into town to get some more."

"You don't need Chandler or Zoro to go with you?" He asked, handing her a large brown cloak.

"No, no, I can do it myself." She untied the apron and replaced it with the cloak, digging into the pockets to find gloves that would hide her non-human hands. She felt a little scared, this was going to be her first time going into town on her own.

Faith eased up a little when she was caught in a hug by her trainer. She sighed, trying to calm down. "Just don't do anything risky." He mumbled, worrying himself. Four years after the incident everyone had grown, both physically and feelings. Everyday the two were worried whenever one of them left the base. Faith was afraid of losing her trainer for good this time while he was afraid of her getting hurt.

"I won't." Nestor had to catch himself from falling. Faith had teleported right from under him, like how she normally would in moments like this.

He sighed, worrying starting to wash over him again. Neva brought him back, hugging his boot again. He couldn't help but to pick the little Smoochum up, getting a kiss on the cheek. As he walked out of the kitchen he blew a raspberry, making Neva giggle and blow one back, getting the two into a raspberry war. It was a good distraction for him while Faith was gone, and for a big surprise waiting to come home.

-:-

"This is Base ORAS requesting for others to respond." Nestor spoke through a microphone, hearing nothing but static.

It was five till ten at night, his turn to try calling other bases and find any other trainers. He and Nick took turns since they were the only ones who knew how to work the communications system. The room that held said system was covered in a special metal that sheds off Aggrons, a great conductor and undetectable from the US. A whole wall was dedicated to a large wall filled with monitors, exposed wires and hard drives, all run by one motherboard from the late nineties. An oval table filled the rest of the room with six chairs. The room was also a good place for them all to have meetings and not worry the little ones.

He ran a hand through his long hair, getting very tired and hungry. He took his finger off the button when he heard some laughter and clatter of plates. He grinned to himself, abandoning the microphone and wanting dinner. He stretched his arms as he walked out of the communications room, tired from the sheer silence of the radio.

"Thanks for sending someone to get me guy," He joked through the door. "I was starting to get a feeling that you guys wanted me... to..."

He stopped in his tracks as he stood at the door frame. He saw the norm of dinning table. Nick sitting at the head of the table, Cesar next to Chandler on the far right, Faith at the edge on the far left next to him. He was surprised to see another person sitting between Nick and Faith. It was girl that look around Chandler's age, nineteen. He had short electric blonde hair tied in ponytail. From the back he could see she was wearing a black leather jacket, combat boots and baggy black jeans.

All eyes darted to him, as if he was the strange one. The eyes moved between the figure and him, catching the girl's attention. She turn, locking her electric blue eyes with his crimson. She had a small scar under her lip that started to tremble slightly. Silence filled the air, everyone could feel the tension. Especially Faith, who sunk into her seat from the overwhelming negative feeling.

The unknown girl broke the silence, getting up as well. "Y-your alive?"

Nestor swallowed the tension in his throat, horrible flashes of the League going through his mind. That didn't stop him from thinking aloud. "W-ho are you?"

The girl was taken back from the harsh tone, putting her hands up, showing that they were bandaged up with old cloth. "I can't believe this... you're okay..."

Nestor felt like a wild animal being cornered. He couldn't believe the theory he had in his mind, knowing it was absurd. It couldn't be who he thought it was. She died. They told him. She's gone!

"Nestor, calm down." She lightly spoke, taking a few steps forward. "It's me,"

"It can't be, your dead. You can't be here." His voice was shaky and rushed, much like when he was confused and stressed.

"Well I'm here now."

"You can't,"

"Why not?"

"You just can't!"

"Tell why not!"

"Because I saw your death!" The two yelling became silent, both staring at each other. Nestor didn't brake the silence until he swallowed the tension he was getting in his stomach again. "Five years ago, back on the farm house, I found out I can see glimpses into the future. I saw... I saw your death. Dying in the cold. The snow eating you and Twitchy."

Everyone stared at him with shock, especially his partner. Faith knew something happened to her trainer, but he never told her once what happened. The stairs continued until the girl broke the silence again.

"I knew I shouldn't have come back." She turned her face from the psychic trainer, heading for the stairs that lead up to the peak of the mountain.

Nestor starred at her before l looking at everyone else. He walked over, leaning on the once occupied seat and looked down, swallowing the tension in his throat again.

"Mind telling me what the fuck is going on?"

Everyone was silent for a moment, keeping their eye contact on something else other than him. Faith however gotten out of her seat, placing a hand on his back, trying to calm her trainer. Chandler couldn't bare the silence, she stood up as well, gripping onto his shoulder, squeezing it as her sign of comfort.

"We didn't know if you were going to explode, like this."

A moment passed in silence again until another question left him. "When did she come here?"

"When Faith got back from town. She found her and brought her here."

Faith's hand gripped onto her trainer's shirt, hanging her head as she spoke. "I'm sorry master, I thought it would cheer you up."

Silence covered the room again as he processed what was going on what he should do. He stood from the seat, turning his back to the others and head for the same stairs the girl ran up. Nobody stopped him. They knew what he was going to do.

Nestor didn't stop climbing the stairs until he reached the rock door opened ajar. He sighed before walking out into the windless night of Canada. The small perch like area was a place he would normally go to clear his mind or meditate. It was just big enough for two people and high enough up for no one down the mountain could see a lit lantern.

Sitting agents the rocky wall was the person he was looking for. She was looking up at the star lit sky, wiping her cold teary eyes. He leaned at the door frame for moment before walking towards her and slid down next to her, looking up at the stars as well.

"Y'know, I come out here to either think, mediate, or just watch the sky. What are you doing, Anisa?"

Anisa didn't break her gaze from the stars. She was giving the silent treatment, thinking he would get the hint. What she didn't know he grew very stubborn over the years.

"A person full of anger and regret wouldn't apologize right now because they could never forgive the person that hurt them. Those people are usually just mad at themselves, including the person that hurt them. I'm sorry, for yelling... and thinking you were really gone for good."

As he predicted, she didn't respond. He sighed to himself, thinking she was feed up with him. Right before he stood up Anisa spoke. "You were right, y'know. About the snow. I was close to dieing in Ohio during a blizzard. What you got wrong was that I had Twitchy in Pokeball. The one who wasn't in his Pokeball was Sparky. He died from hypothermia because he was too stubborn to leave me out alone." She started to coke up, remembering the fateful day. "He died keeping me arm in the outskirts. I gave him a burial and it was hard letting go. That jerky Jolteon actually gave his life to keep me going."

There was silence for a moment before she wiped her eyes again, peering over to Nestor. "So, what's your guys story? It must have been a lot more fun than mine."

Nestor chuckled, shaking his head for a moment. "Other than us growing up and finding this base, we've been saving both people and Pokemon from the government. And found out the Skill Swap theory."

"No, isn't that supposed to be a lame move?"

"Yes but the theory is different. Turned out Nick was keeping a secret from us. Remember our trip to the lake and why he kept a shirt on when we were fishing? Well, turned out he was starting to grew scales on his chest. The theory supports this. You see, after a long time of training a certain type it rubs off on the trainer. For poison type trainers, they'll end up becoming immune to poison of gas and sometimes chemicals. In Nick's case, raising dragons since he was ten, and he's twenty-one, its reasonable that he has thick scales covering his arms and torso. Thanks to Chandler's Zoroark she's learned how to use Double Team, but between you and me it stills needs work." He smiled to himself hearing Anisa giggle, it filled him with a nice feeling. "Cesar hasn't gotten any traits other than determination to show he carries the team but he doesn't, it's a team effort and we all pull our weight, being the muscle now. And I take it your very tolerable to electricity?"

He jumped when he felt something shock him at his side, making Anisa giggle again. She held out her hand, having the cloth unrolled from her palm. "Yes and I can shock people with a good charge. I'm a live battery, Mr. Fortuneteller!"

The two started to laugh, feeling light hearten. It felt odd that he was feeling it again but went with it, liking the feeling. When they calmed down he spoke up. "So, what happened. After, y'know."

"Well I found a nice family, keep in mind this was a few months after the League incident. The mother found me roaming the streets, all sad and junk. It became a homeless girl meets really nice mother scenario. She let me rent out a room in her home if I babysit her triplets and helped her clean the house. Those triplets, they were boys, nine when I came. Paul, Peter, and Noah. I felt really attached to them, all because they all reminded me of you. It was hard not to be reminded since they all had red eyes and specks of white strains in their black hair. I found out they had a condition, it didn't have a proper title but its when a few chromosomes that were supposed to make them albino stops, only keeping their eyes red and hardly effects their hair."

"Wounder if I have that?" Nestor mumbled jokingly, getting a shove and giggle.

"Who knows. Anyways, I spent over a year taking care of them. They looked up to me as a big sister. At times, on the first month staying, they would always whisper to each other, making plans for them to run away. I talked to them when I found out and only Paul answered. He said they were monsters, filled with fear that they might hurt they're mother. It was because they were constantly bullied at school."

"I know the feeling..." The psychic trainer mumbled, somewhat glad she didn't hear him.

"I told them they weren't and showed them pictures of superheros, how they wore that red with pride and fought crime. It picked their spirits up for a while. When they were down again I gave them some stuff I made, a red scarf, old red goggles I cleaned up and fixed, and a red beanie. That got their spirits up for a long while, until they were all beaten up. A bully was picking on Noah, the shyest of them, Peter was always the rash one so he jumped in to help his brother and they were both getting hit. Paul was always the smart one, always leading, but he fought too, trying to help his brothers. When I was helping their mother bandage them up I told them about you. Those stories you told us back at the League, how Chandler helped you and how you stood up for yourself and ignoring the bad and only saw the right. That got their spirits up and they really wanted to meet you one day.

"Then, that day came. The government was doing searches through all cities, towns, everywhere for Pokemon and trainers. I had to leave. So I left a note for the triplets because I had to leave without anyone following me. Every day I wonder what they're doing now, thirteen and all. I just hope they're smiling all the time and get along with each other. They probably hate me now or maybe they're just hurt. I always wonder about this."

Nestor watched her, smiling up to the sky. Her eyes were becoming glassy and he didn't need Faith's rubbed off traits to know what she was feeling. He ignored the small sparks he was getting and had an arm around Anisa, hugging her. She held onto his hand at his side, squeezing it as she sniffled.

The two were like that for a while until a knock from the door could be heard. Nestor peered over, seeing Nick at the door. He coughed as he rubbed the back of his neck, knowing it wasn't the best time to intrude. That didn't keep him from speaking.

"Y'know, dinners getting cold."

"We'll be there."

Nick nodded before leaving the door open for them, knowing it be best to leave them. Nestor let go of Anisa, helping her up and dusting the snow off his back.

"Can I be honest? I don't normally act like that."

"Can I be honest?" Anisa smiled as Nestor held the door. She lightly pushed him as he was about to walk in. "I really don't like your hair long."

"Well I like, so that's that."

"But I don't."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"I just might cut it off when your asleep."

Nestor chuckled as she giggled at the face he was making. It felt good for them both, laughing like old times. It was odd to them both that they found laughing like they were now.

-:-

It was seven P.M. as a red light flashed over the communications room. Nick opened the door, running towards the monitor, seeing several calls being sent out to official government authorities, requesting for SWAT members. He quickly opened the transmission, starting his scrambling. As he did this he activated his ear piece, needing to tell the others.

"Guys we got a over fifty Ryhorns causing mayhem in southern Ohio. Gear up and get out there, wear for light cold temperatures and Safari Balls. I'll be there once I get my work done."

Neva and Meltdown looked up at the four trainers running around, searching for their Pokemon they're gonna need. Chandler was rummaging under the couches, trying to find her gas mask. Last time she saw it Meltdown was playing with it near the couches.

"Nes, have you seen my gas mask!" She yelled, getting mad when she only found a half eaten bagel under the sofa.

Nestor ran out from the hallway, tying his scarf as he searched the counter top, finding it atop the fridge. He tossed it at Chandler, surprised it landed on her head. She gave him a look before blowing a wolf whistle.

"Damn, did Anisa do that?"

Nestor blushed a little, chuckling a little. A few days have passed since Anisa came back and it only took this morning while everyone was doing their own thing for Anisa to get the drop on him, tying him to a chair and giving him a forced hair cut. The back and sides were only two inches now, just barely going over his ears. His bangs were cut and only hanged just above his eyebrows. His white hair took up all his bangs, leaving black for the rest.

"Don't you have a Hounchkrow to mount?" Was his response. He was answered with a giggle, leaving him to search for Faith.

He was about to enter the resources room Anisa grabbed his arm, grabbing his attention. "Where are going, lets go already." She was dressed in the same clothes she came to the base in, along with new cloth for her palms and a black cap cap that hid her blond hair. Faith was beside her, waving her hand as a greeting.

Nestor chuckled, surprised Faith got Anisa first. He held both his hands out to them before drawing up his hood, hiding his face. "Ladies?"

The two giggled before grabbing the psychic trainer's hands, instantly transporting into any empty icy road of a neighborhood. Faith placed a hand on her head, feeling a little tired. She was used to teleporting Nestor and herself around, but not with an additional person. Her trainer took the hint, returning Faith into her Pokeball for a quick rest.

The two then looked around, seeing the streets were fine, no signs of any commotion. That was until they heard a thunderous roar. Nestor quickly pulled Anisa aside right before a car came crashing down where she was stadning. They looked a head and saw four Ryhorns roaring and flipping cars.

Nestor and Anisa sent out their Pokemon, releasing Zero, Horton and a small Richu. Nestor stared at the Richu as Anisa did the same to Horton. He had to give her slack, it's been four years and Horton did evolved into a big Golduck. Nestor however was curious.

"Is that Twitchy?"

"Yup, gave him a Thunderstone when he knew he was ready for one. Now he thinks he's too much of a big shot to speak."

Twitchy crossed his arms, having a smug grin on his face. Nestor couldn't help but chuckle, knowing how it is to train a Pokemon like that. They were taken out from their little catch up when a Ryhorn was running at them at high speeds. Horton acted fast, using Water Pulse. It shot the ground in front of the Ryhorn, causing it roar in fear and run back in a hurry.

"Zero, I want you and Horton to stick together and round up the Ryhorns where no one will get hurt. Horton make a secured fence and do not kill or cause any of the to faint. Same goes to you Anisa and your team. You're in charge of keeping pedestrians out of the way. Lets see if we can get this done before the others show up. I'm going to round up any strays. See you guys later."

Zero gave him a quick bow, Horton saluted right before the two ran off where the Ryhorn ran off to. Nestor ran the opposite direction, leaving Anisa and Twitchy on their own. The two looked at each other before fallowing Zero and Horton, thinking they were going to need a hand.

Nestor ran down the streets, letting his trench coat flap through the air as peered around, making sure people were in their homes. He saw a few peeking through their windows, watching him and some video taping him. He ignored them as he continued to run, seeing two familiar green and black dots making their way towards him, and fast.

"That was fast," He joked through his ear piece, hearing some chuckles. "Find Zero and Horton, they're rounding up the Ryhorns. I want Cesar and Nick rounding them up. Chandler make sure the police stay out of this and keep an eye on Anisa. I don't know how much experience she has in this sort of stuff so she's the weak link for now."

"What are you doing?" He could tell it was Chandler asking, all thanks to the muffle he was getting.

He was about to answer when he heard a roar close by, followed by a few screams of children. He didn't have time to respond. He rounded a corner, now on a new street. His eyes widen as he saw a Ryhorn corning three boys at the door of a garage. One was cowering in fear while the other had his arms around him, protecting him while the last one had his arms up, ready to protect the other two. What caught his immediate attention was their eyes and what they were wearing. They all had crimson eyes with different clumps of white in their hair. The one cowering had a red scarf, the one holding him had a beanie, the last one wore red glass goggles, eyes drawn at the Ryhorn.

Time to seem to slow down as the Ryhorn charged at them, causing the three boys to close their eyes. Nestor ran as fast as his feet could carry him. He saw a hose at the edge of the front lawn, closest to him. He used his psychic abilities to cause the hose to be pulled towards him and turn the hose on. He grabbed it in mid air and placed his thumb at the mouth as he leaped towards them, hoping to Archeus he would make it.

He landed as on one knee and his right foot, planting onto the ground and hitting the Ryhorn with high pressurized water. A good homemade Scald. The Ryhorn roared in pain as it stopped in its tracks and high tailed out of there. As it ran off Nestor started to breath heavily, looking at the nozzle, causing it to turn off. He calmed down when he turned towards the three cowering boys, or rather the one being held.

He placed the hose down, tilting his head slightly, making the connections in his head. The boys stared back at him for a moment before the boy with the red goggles pulled them up to his head, being the bravest of the three.

"Thank you, for helping us."

"You must be Peter." He chuckled a little, seeing their confused expressions.

"H-how do you know my name?"

"Because..." He sighed, thinking about the answer. He could tell they were good boys. After all, Anisa did looked after them for so long. He drew down his hood and pulled down his scarf, kneeling down to eye level to them. "Because Anisa told me a few things about you three."

The three boys stared at him, especially at his hair and eyes that was just like theirs. They stood in silence until the scared one he assumed was Noah spoke.

"Is Anisa okay?"

He smiled, nodding his head. "She's doing great. In fact, she wanted me to give you three these." He struggled to find his inside pocket for a minute before looking inside, the jacket.

He pulled out three Pokeballs, filled with three Pokemon they rescued yesterday. They were originally going to relocate them but he knew they were in better hands with them. He handed the three one specific Pokeball, knowing best which one would connect to them.

"You three know Pokemon?" They nodded slowly, holding onto the small Pokeballs as if they were going to disappear. "Here's a secret; they're real. But you can't tell anyone about them or else bad people are going to come and take them away. I'm trusting you three to take care of them and keep them safe. If you do that they'll always keep you safe."

"How do you work it?" The boy he suspected was Paul asked, the one wearing the beanie. Nestor could tell he was suspicious, he would be too if he was on the other end.

He clipped Faith's off his belt, showing it to them. "You press this button here, it'll make it bigger, and then you hold it like this." He held the Pokeball by its back, making sure the button was pointed outwards. "And then you have to feel. You need to know one hundred percent that you want the Pokemon to come out."

On cue Faith appeared beside Nestor, letting the white light shine off her. the three boys looked at Faith in awe before Nestor gave her look, informing her through the link, before returning her. Once he clipped the Pokeball on his belt he looked at the three again.

"Can I trust you three to take care of your new friends?"

The three nodded in agreement, never letting go of their gifts. Nestor smiled before sliding his scarf back up and drew his hood back on. Right as he stood up Noah spoke up again.

"Wait... are you Nestor?"

He looked down at them, knowing they couldn't see his face anymore. He placed a finger of his mouth, indicating that he was but too keep it as a secret. They smiled back before he looked behind himself, making sure there wasn't anymore Ryhorns. When he knew the coast was clear he waved his hands at them, signaling them to get inside quickly. They didn't argue, they ran as fast as they could go.

Once Nestor knew they were safe inside he ran back down the street, placing a hand on his communicator. "Give me an update, what's going on?"

Cesar was the one to answer him. It was hard since there was loud roars coming from the background. "We almost got every last Ryhorn. Were gonna need too look around more before we are sure there are no more."

"Rodger that, hurry up and finish up in that area in less than two minutes."

"Got it boss!"

Nestor chuckled, knowing Cesar had rolled his eyes during the call. He didn't bother to look back to the twins house. He knew they were going to be safe with those three Pokemon he gave them. His friends might call him crazy for doing that but really he knew what he was doing. It was only a matter of time.