Zycron layed on the beach, eyes closed and Espeon next to him. He had come to Undella Town to unwind after the events of the past month. He hadn't forgotten about his and Skrub's promises to each other, and when his XTransceiver rang he answered it immediately.
"'Ello, Zycron Shade here," Zycron said, keeping the facecam off for the call. "May I ask who this is?"
it took a bit for the person to respond, as if they were making sure no one could hear them. "This is Skrub, reporting in."
Zycron smiled at this, even though he knew Skrub couldn't see him smile. "Ah, great to hear from you. Got any news to report?" He sounded casual to make it not seem suspicious.
"We counted our chickens before they hatched," Skrub replied. Hearing this, Zycron's eyes narrowed.
"What's the problem?" He asked.
Skrub whispered his response. "Team Cypher is moving too fast. They plan to resurrect the Original Dragon within a months time, but are missing a key item."
"The White Stone," Zycron mumbled. "It's safe where it is, Skrub, don't worry about it."
There was the sound of a gunshot and a body hitting the floor. Soon after, the sound of the phone that was being used to call Zycron falling could be heard as well. Then someone spoke, their voice masked.
"In five days, the Original Dragon shall rise one way or another, Hero of Truth."
Zycron, barely controlling his temper, growled into the phone. "What have you done to Skrub? Answer me!"
The cloaked voice responded. "He had served his purpose. He was disposable. He no longer had any reason to be alive." The phone cut out, and Zycron stared at his XTransceiver in shock.
"What have I done...?" Zycron asked out loud, shocked beyond belief at the answer to his question, "Who is that?"