The Elusive Latios
It was showtime, and Maple had me dressed up like the sexiest bitch on the block. I'm still wondering where the hell he got my outfit from. I was dressed in a skin tight, black unitard with a black mask. It covered all of my face except the eyes and mouth. I also had a sleek, black belt around my waist that was specifically made for Pokemon trainers. It had six bands attached to hold the corresponding amount of pokeballs. I had the ultra ball that Maple entrusted to me secured.
It was 10:30 pm, and everyone had gone home to their loving families and/or Pokemon. Everyone except Maple and me. It was strange standing in his office. I worked there every day; yet somehow, tonight, an outlandish aura enveloped me. Was it the night sky I could see through his open window? Was it the faint, yellow glow of his desk lamp? I'd never know. All while I was pondering the new feeling I was experiencing, Maple stared me up and down. His voice was the only thing that snapped me back into reality.
"Good! You look great. Perfect for the job. All qualifications met." He stood up and came over to me. As I looked at him, he reached into a pocket on his trousers and removed a folded sheet of paper.
"Here are the directions to the location you'll be infiltrating. That dumbass brother of mine got carried away in his boundless bravado boat and told me damn near everything about the auction site. I also included notes on some landmarks to look for inside and outside of the building." I carefully grabbed the paper as he spoke and slipped it into the only pocket on my belt. I nodded sharply when he finished, and I turned to leave. "Good luck, Tony. Latios and I are counting on you." Maple grabbed my shoulder firmly. I turned to him and smiled weakly as was my custom with him.
"You don't have to worry about me anymore, Maple." Leaving him with that last remark, I rotated swiftly and marched out the door.
The hallways were Pitch. Fucking. Black. I knew Maple wanted me to be "stealthy", but did he seriously have to turn all the lights off? The only light keeping me from falling on my ass was the dim radiance peeking out of Maple's door windows. I trudged along though, and I made great progress until...
"EEEEEEP-KHHHH!" I had tripped on a Pikachu. A fucking Pikachu. Those bastards are everywhere these days. They're absolutely nothing like the creatures in the cartoons either. They don't chant their name, and they aren't sweet, kind, or gentle. No, Pikachu will fucking kill you. I was honestly scared for my life. We found that Pikachu one day out in the woods, injured. It had obviously been through some hard times. I really felt where it was coming from, but it wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. The same concept applied when I tripped on it. Its cheeks sparked dangerously. Everybody in the facility calls him Torch because when he blows, he blows.I quickly ran through the pros and cons of electrocution in my mind. If he blazed me, the hallway would be lighter. I'd also be dead. Deciding that an illuminated hallway wasn't worth death, I slowly backed away. I even put my hands in front of me, palms out, defensively. I was trying so hard not to get stung. Torch took a few steps towards me as I retreated; I thought for sure he was coming to get me. Surprisingly, he quickly dashed away down a path I had just walked down. He was being merciful. Thank God. My body relaxed, and I went to wipe the beads of sweat off of my forehead. That's when I remembered I was in a full body suit. Torch must not have recognized me. Couldn't he have picked up my scent? I didn't know, and I didn't care. I was just terribly glad that I wasn't a crisp.
I proceeded through the rest of the building with the utmost caution. I was still wary of Torch. He could have changed his mind and charged me at any moment. I made it outside alive though, and I was the most thankful to be out at night than I ever had been before. Exhaling deeply, I slowly removed the paper from my pocket and opened it. The directions to the auction site were going to take me to a very dark and dingy side of town. As a matter of fact, the place I needed to go to was in the exact same spot I used to get wasted in. Realizing this, I folded the paper up again and placed it back into my pocket. I looked up to the sky and spoke aloud to myself.
"Looks like I'll be taking a smooth trip down memory lane."