Rustboro city was the kind of city that Remmy liked, big and crowded and industrialized. Trish had managed to get ahold of their other two teammates once they'd gotten out of the woods, and arranged to meet up near the Rustboro gates once being notified of their arrival.
They were, currently, walking through the city, past the many people that inhabited Rustboro heading off to work or school or walking back home.
Remmy had noticed that a lot of the architecture was made from stone, even down to the ground beneath his feet. Vaguely, he wondered if this was the influence of Roxanne or if it had always been this way from when the city had first been created.

He glanced at Wally, who was wearing a hoody borrowed from Remmy's backpack that was far far too big for the kid and a pair of large faux glasses on his face. They'd had to do something because Norman could have alerted people like Roxanne to keep an eye out for him. So they were stowing him away in Hiroko's apartment for the moment, while the rest of the group headed up to the base.
Didn't matter if they trusted the kid or not; it wasn't a good idea for Wally to know the location of the place or their 'sponsors.'
Hiroko and Chris lived in the city apparently, sticking to tasks nearby unlike Remmy and the rest of his team who didn't really live anywhere. He'd been to various places in hoenn and he would probably continue to do so as long as he lived. He'd worked with people before Trish just as Trish had done the same, and he would probably work with other people in the future as well. He didn't expect he would ever fall into a future that other people thought normal; falling in love, maybe raising a family and having other couples over for dinner. That kind of thing wasn't plausible with what he did. Sure some people did it, though more often then not they were the ones who remained in the same place. He didn't mind much though if he was being honest. Was okay with it really, because if he did his job right he could save lives. Stop horrible people from doing horrible things.

"Hey daydreamer." Hiroko's voice cut in as she poked him in the cheek, a little grin on her face.
"What?"
"We're here, so unless you just want to wait in the streets I suggest you come in." She pushed open the door as she said this, holding it open for the little group as they shuffled inside.
Her apartment was nice, a very modern looking living room complete with fancy little end tables and white couches that Remmy flopped into contently.
Trish gave him a little disapproving look, turning his attention back to the conversation the others were in.
Hiroko was immersed in showing Wally around the house, telling him what rules he had to abide by, and what food there was for him to eat.
Remmy watched as the two vanished down the hallway, before turning his attention to Chris.
The shuppet was lounging back in a chair, comfortably relaxed as if he'd been in the building a million times, which he probably had.

His feet resting on a little coffee table, back situated against the plush armchair, Chris waved at Remmy, a little grin on his face.
"What?"
Chris shrugged, turning his attention to the window nearby.
"D'you think we should go now?" Chris paused for a moment, before nodding and lazily getting out of the chair.
Turning, he called down the hallway to let Hiroko know they were leaving, swept his hair out of his face, and headed out the door.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The seventh floor of the Devon corporation building was bustling with activity. Remmy hadn't been in the building for quite some time, and the large size of the place made you realize how big this thing was. Made you realize how bad things needed to change.
The orange haired charmander before him, napoleon, was one of the several members of their group with leadership status, Remmy and Trish being another two. They were below Napoleon though despite the fact that he didn't work in the field. Essentially he was like their commander.
He looked less than pleased.
"Listen, I need to know where the hell your other two members are, especially seeing as they were assigned to you just a week ago." He sighed angrily, rubbed his forehead with his hand and pointed towards the elevator.
"Look, Mr. Stone asked me to send you two up to him, so just go. I'll just have to ask somebody to get into contact with your missing team mates, and bring them in for you since you can't seem to keep track of them."
Before Remmy could say anything he walked off mumbling angrily, nearly bumping into a lillipup on his way.

The elevator ride was silent and half-awkward, Trish anxiously tapping his foot against the floor, Remmy silently worrying away. Stone's office was located on the very top floor-floor fifteen-and each floor closer they got the more Remmy worried. There could be any number of reasons that Stone had summoned them for. Promoting them, a tea party (not that; Stone didn't drink tea.) pulling them out of the field, demoting them, turning them into some sort of sacrifice to the government-the ding as the elevator arrived pulled Remmy out his train of thoughts, in time for him to watch nervously as the doors slid open.
Stone was seated in his throne-like office chair behind his desk, ominously silent. For a moment, the two were frozen, until Stone gestured at the chairs in front of his desk, waiting until they were seated to begin talking.

"I have a job for you. Two really."
Remmy almost sighed in relief, his worries quelled for now.
Stone leaned back into his chair a bit, giving them an odd look.
"The other two aren't with you? I thought I'd told Napoleon to send all of you."
"We got separated from them around petalburg," Trish responded. If he was scared he wasn't showing it.
"Ah, I see. I might have to partner you up with another group then. Somebody one of you knows well of course."
Stone paused, sighed, then looked straight at them.
"I need you to get something back for me first. Some important equipment was stolen from one of our employees and it is imperative that is retrieved. One of our scouts has informed us that they've entered the whismur caves and haven't exited yet."

Stone closed his eyes, sighed and resumed speaking.
"After that I need you to go after Roxanne."
Those words terrified Remmy, pressed down on his heart with such a weight that he felt it would be crushed.
He'd signed up for this, he'd known what he was going to have to do, and he wanted to do it. It still terrified him to the very depths of his soul.
"Is that what we're partnering up for?" Trish was suddenly very very quiet; almost at a whisper.
"Yes. I'm telling you now because I want you to be prepared for this. You're aware of her activities outside of government duties, yes?"
Remmy nodded mutely.
"We've gotten Intel on the rings she runs. There's going to be a big day in about a week and a half and we need to infiltrate and stop her by then, before she has the chance to open up any more child smuggling rings. I'll be sending backup aside from the team I partner you up with."
He cleared his throat.
"Any questions?"