They saw me. Team Rocket was just around the corner. I looked at Pawniard and nodded. He knew what it meant.

I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Howard York. My friends call me Howie. Well, I don't have any friends but they would if I had any. This is New Unova. 8 years ago it was prosperous, but now its a shodow of its former self. Team Rocket took over and we have to fight for ourselves. They took the Pokemon from everyone who didn't resist. I was one of the few people that did. They took all of my Pokemon but Pawniard. He had been my only friend sice I was 9. We fight for each other and no one else. My goal is to destroy Team Rocket. People used to fight with Pokemon but we have resorted to real violence. I carry a knife behind my back attached to my belt loop, a pistol by my left pocket, and a switchblade in the lining of my bag. Team Rocket doesn't hesitate to kill anyone in their way, like they did to my parents.

Pawniard used Metal Sound. I could hear the Team Rocket grunts stumbling and covering heir ears. I took the opportunity to shoot them with my pistol. "That's enough Pawniard." The grunts carried a couple of AK-47s. I thought about taking them but I decided not to. Not my style. Some food would be nice though; less energy to spend scavenging. They had a couple of their communicaters, whatever they called them. Around here we just call the TRP's. Team Rocket Phones. They have the only line of communication other than orally. Not too much help for me; I don't waste my time talking. They rigged the postal service, which got people killed. Phones were rigged too, which killed people. And e-mail. As hard as it is to believe e-mail got the most people killed. People would e-mail their plans to overthrow Team Rocket and got caught. Its kind of funny to think people thought it was bad for me to be antisocial. Avoiding people has kept me alive for 4 years. "Let's go Pawniard" He gave me a strange look and ran off. "Where are you going? Come back" I ran after him.

He led me to a room. I could see a silouette in the room. I held up my pistol and kicked in the door. Yes, like a cop would have. There was a girl, not too tall probably a year younger than me. She had beautiful brown hair. No, I am not attracted to her in any way! She just has nice hair... I pointed my pistol at her.

"Don't shoot!"

"Give me one good reason not to."

Look at me, being all social. A Dewott came from behind her and looked at me. It pulled out both of its shells. Pawniard came up and go ready to defend me.

"Stop both of you!"

I don't know who was more surprised, me or Dewott. Pawniard stayed ready to attack.

"As I said before, one good reason."

"I could help you!"

"I'm not much of a people person."

She took her purse off her shoulder and put it on the floor. I gave her a strange look and she kicked it to me. She beckoned for me to open it, but I kept my gun pointed at her. What kind of monster am I? I'm just going to kill someone who might no be an enemy. I looked at Pawniard and dropped my gun. She still wasn't sure of my peace offering. To show her I meant it I kicked the pistol out of the room. I heard footsteps down the hall. "Crap" I thought. Team Rocket has a very specific sound of footstep. Its like metal clanking. I got to the side of the door and drew my knife. "Get to the corner. No questions" I told her. The grunt ran into the room and I stuck my knife into his gut. I sheathed my knife and sat on the floor.

"What's your name?"

"L-lexi"

"What are you doing here?"

"I thought there might me food here..."

"This is a Team Rocket base."

I felt bad about scolding her so I threw her one of my pouches of berries.

"Thank you!"

"Pawniard and I have plenty, its not a problem"

"I don't understand... You come in here, point a gun at me, an then feed me. Who does that?"

"I'm not exactly social"

"That dosn't mean you should point a gun a someone."

"Where are you headed?" I said to change the subject.

"Wherever you're going."

"That's grea... Wait what did you say?"

"I'm going with you"

"No, you're not, I survived this long on my own."

"I'm hungry and you're a source of food Im coming."

"Fine, but don't expect too much conversation."

We started leaving the room but before I could get out of the door she said

"What's your name?"

"Howie"

"That's a strange name"

"Are you done with questions or should I turn on my iPod?"

"Then I'll tell you about myself."

"I used to play the violin before Team Rocket took over."

I turned on my iPod. It started playing Adele. "Anything to tone her out" I thought.

"My favorite number is Pi."

"I hate to break it to you but pie isn't a number."

"Not pie, Pi!"

"Not clearing up anything for me."

"Pi, you know, 3.14159265359..."

"I can already tell you're going to be annoying."