"Why isn't it here yet?"

"Be patient. They had to get it through Giovanni's blockade as well. Maybe they didn't make it."

"It must of they were on only coming from-"

"Silence you two, Giovanni has no idea of it name, nor the fact that they're trying to help us. His spies could be anywhere."

"Lothaire, there's no way they could've found out about this."
Lothaire rose quickly and grabbed Basile by his shirt collar.

"That's what we thought about them knowing about your parents leading the rebellion. He proved us wrong there, didn't he? I want no chances taken here. When it arrives from that region, what ever it is, I want to get it out of here as fast as possible. Got it?"

He dropped Basile roughly to the ground. "It should be here soon. We just need to wait. Silently."

"Jeeze Lothaire, who ticked you off?" Asked Enzo. "It might not even come."

Lothaire smiled, probably for the first time in eons. Pointing into the gloom, he replied, "Oh no, I think it might."

Basile and Enzo had to strain their eyes at first, but it quickly became clear what has coming. An unknown bird Pokémon was speeding over head, being chased by the Team Rocket Gyrados Armada. As the bird sailed over head, it dropped a small bag, unnoticed be the Armada, and it landed right in Basile's arms. It was small, about the size of a draw sting bag, but was meant to go over ones shoulder. Inside were three small lumps, About the size of golf balls. When Basile opened it up, the lumps turned out to be the familiar red and white spheres of Pokéballs. One had a leaf on it, one a water droplet, and the other, a small Flame. Basile went out to take one, but was quickly stopped by Lothaire.

"We must get them back to base." He whispered, "Before the armada comes back. They'll have to return to the water sometime, and I don't want to be on this beach when they do. It's far too exposed, and exceedingly rocky. Getting out on time will be hard anyway, let not add them on our tail."

They trudged along the rocks, trying to avoid waking up anything that would give them away. Weakening up a Zubat here would almost certainly bring the blockade running. So methodically and slowly, they marched back to where the didrio's Pokéballs were hidden. Suddenly, Enzo tripped. Something had him by the ankle. He cried out.

"Lothaire!" Both Basile and Lothaire turned on a dime and rushed over to help, as he was being quickly pulled over into a hole in the rocks. There was a red tentacle wrapped around Enzo's leg, and it was quickly pulling him in. Without thinking, Basile grabbed one of the Pokéballs out of the bag, and threw it. Out of the ball, a small squirrel like Pokemon, with a green hat and back flew, yelling, "Chespin!"

Basile was stunned for a second. He had never evn heard of a Chespin, much less seen one. He was about to pull out his Pokédex, when Enzo's head whaled into a rock, and he screamed.

"Chespin, use, um" Basile quickly realised that he had no idea what moves that Chespin knew. Unexpectedly, Lothaire pushed Basile to the side and yelled,

"Chespin, use tackle on that tentacle!" The Pokémon moved with blinding speed, and attacked the mysterious red arm. It relinquished its hold on Enzo, and pulled back into its hole. Basile moved quickly to Enzo's side, checking for a pulse.

"He's alive, but knocked out. He'll be like this for an hour or two, at lease, and he has this huge gash in his head." Basile ripped off a large stripe from his shirt and wrapped it around Enzo's head. "This should help control the bleeding, but will in no way stop it. He needs real medical help. I may be alright, but I'm not what he needs."

"Fine, we need to get out of here before-" A large blast of superheated water slammed into Lothaire, cutting him off and smashed him into the ground. A huge spotlight blinded Basile as it shown on the trio.

"You three are out past mandatory curfew, and have been caught in possession on Pokemon. You are under arrest. Do not move, and do not resist." Blared into their ears. This was not what Basile had been hoping for. They had been caught.