7.2

Proton leaned back in his chair, staring at the dangerous figure sitting across from his desk, a boy that was at least 12, who was silently gazing at Proton's keyboard. So young, Proton thought. I should have noticed the age before anything happened, but...

The boy wore a black hood and jeans, like a normal teenage might. His face was a bit Asian, a bit Caucasian, and his black hair encircled his head loosely, a thick strand slithering between his eyes. His face constantly wore a mask of boredom, as if time was a television show, and he had all the spoilers. He was the one known as Nirav.

Proton broke the tense silence by noisily pulling out a newspaper from the various files in his desk, then plopped it in front of the teenager. The headline read:

HIGH LEVEL SECURITY BANK BREACHED!

"This was you, wasn't it?" Proton asked. He pointed at the illustration, frustrated. "This bank is one of the biggest ones that you could have chosen, and one of the most heavily armed. This was extremely dangerous for a first job, and you knew it. Yet you went along with it. Why?"

"Heavily armed? They were ready for an infiltration, not a raid," said Nirav. "So they really shouldn't say that. Besides, how do you know that I haven't done this sort of thing before?"

Proton sighed. "We were supposed to test out the security of one of the banks on the list, for future heists. Not raid them! That was the entire point of this project, to find weak spots and dead zones, not destroy half the property!"

"Well, you should have specified." Nirav looked at his watch, then swung his hand back to his pocket. Apparently, he was still bored.

The admin pointed to one of the paragraphs in the newspaper article. "Apparently you also murdered someone. A boy."

Nirav glanced up. "Oh, him? Nah, he's fine." He waved the matter away, and smiled.

Proton was puzzled. "What? But it says here that that boy's body was never found. They're still searching for it. How do you know that he's fine?" Proton squinted at Nirav, attempting to read his face, but to no avail.

"My Golurk weakened the ground, created a tunnel for my Hydreigon to travel through, then covered it up again. That's how I know he's safe, since my Hydreigon intercepted him while he was falling. The whole thing was an intentional prank on the bank manager's nerves. I actually did that because I was bored, and I needed to play."

Proton knew now that this child's mind was nor right. Almost as if he was doing this on purpose."And where is this boy now?"Proton asked.

Nirav smiled and looked out the window to his right. "He's sitting right in front of you."

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Nirav glanced down at his sheet of paper, which told him in very simple detail the type of task that he needed to do. Apparently he had to go steal another item, of which he must not know what it was or what it contained, and put it into his new backpack currently on his shoulder. He looked around his current surroundings, spotting a black and brown car, in which a carefree man and a very cross woman were sitting in it, studying something the woman was holding. Nirav advanced, mentally preparing for the lie he was about to say.

As he advanced, the man looked up, scanning his face, and apparently finding no criminal intent, but innocence. He tapped the woman on the shoulder, causing her to look up. Her frown immediately became a warm smile, like a mother would. "Hey, kid. Need anything?"

"Y-yeah. I, uh... my Shuckle is injured, I gotta go t-to a Poke-Center. Can you get me th-there?" Nirav added a slight stutter to his fake voice, smiling in his head about how easy this was. He revealed his Shuckle's Pokeball. The man ate up the lie, unlocking the passenger door, while the woman went back to whatever she was looking at before, which appeared to be a tablet. Something in black and white was playing on the screen.

"You know kid, you probably shouldn't go around asking strangers to get you somewhere. They may take you somewhere else," said the man, as Nirav got into the back seat.

Nirav replied with: "Please, it's an emergency." Nirav quickly glanced around, noticing a brown paper box in the seat next to him. "What is this?" He asked the two.

"Oh, that?" The man turned around in his seat to face him. "It's a Fossil. We were ordered to deliver it to a lab so the science guys could look at it. See, we're International Police." The man showed Nirav his badge, which was an image of the man along with his credentials on a white card. His name was...Crooker?

Nirav blankly went along with his act, and replied with "awesome" when he saw the card, his reaction nothing more, and nothing less.

"I know right? You wanna be like us when you grow up?" The man turned the key, the car rumbling to life and the faint sound of music drifted through the radio.

He laughed in his head. Unlikely, he thought, unless the job calls for it. He looked outside the window as the car backed out of the parking lot, noticing the woman looking at him through the corner of his eye.

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When the duo left him at the Poke Center, Nirav dropped his facade and took out a PokeNav, dialing a number. While the line was connecting, he strolled into the store, looking around for any police or authority. Seeing none, he was going over to the PC, when the line connected.

"Ah, Petrel...thanks for the Ditto. Really helped me a lot. Now that this little mission of mine is over with, I think your little debt is repaid. By the way, your Ditto may not be coming back, since it would be trapped in a car with two International Police Officers on its way to a lab, so there's that. Oh, don't fret. You always knew that you can get another one if you just snapped your fingers. Alright, thanks!" Nirav hung up just as Petrel started to cuss. He turned to the computer, logged in and tapped a code into its number pad. A black screen with green text later came up, which said: ROCKET DEPOSITORY.

He pulled out a brown paper box from his backpack, carefully examining it before gently placing it on a glass pad near the keyboard. It was quickly scanned with green lights from underneath, then dissolved into the glass, seemingly disappearing into thin air. Nirav knew that it was being stored as information, like most Pokemon are, ready to be opened by some Rocket Scientist in one of their own labs.

He logged off and whipped out his phone, texting to Proton the words: "TWO DONE." With that, he left the Center, walking down the sidewalk while admiring the moon.

Sorry of this is a bit boring. The main focus of this chapter was to explain the previous one.