Bianca was hanging out with Jerry. Her Audino was with her. Jerry was healing her Snivy. Her Herdier was wandering around the resort. I led the Herdier back to Bianca and told her about my idea. She agreed easily and we returned to Nimbasa together. It took a few minutes to get Kenya up and running. Then she and Bianca insisted on eating before we left the city. We ended up spending a few hours finding somewhere to eat. By the time we left Nimbasa, it was late in the afternoon. Route 5 was peaceful. The air was still, offering no alleviation from the heat. There were several street musicians scattered along the road. The road was bare of any vehicles. There was a camper parked alongside it.
"I wonder what she's selling?" Kenya thought out loud. I noticed team plasma further down the road. The four of them that we'd encountered in Nimbasa. They had stopped a group of motorcyclists and were protesting to them. "Oh. Great. Them again." One of the bikers got off his bike and shoved one of the team plasma members.
"Who do you think you are?" The biker yelled. "You don't get to make that choice for everyone else!" The other plasma members backed away. I noticed that Zinzolin was nowhere to be seen. I started walking over.
"Hey," Kenya called out. "Don't mess with those bikers, they're trouble." I didn't respond. "Hey, are you listening?" The biker picked the plasma member up by their strange shirt and yelled at him.
"It's my pokemon! I raised it! I can do whatever I want with it!" I pushed past the other three plasma members. The biker looked at me.
"Who are you?" The plasma member got free and backed away.
"What are you doing?" I asked without thinking. "You cant attack him for thinking differently than you!"
"What? This isn't any of your business! He tried to take my pokemon!" Did they go that far? I glanced at the plasma members behind me. Regret immediately washed over me. "Oh. I get it." He crossed his arms. The other bikers perked up, looking at me.
"Look." I started backing away. "I was just trying to stop you from doing something you'd regret." The biker smiled.
"My name's Charlie." He held out his hand. I shook his rough hand. He grabbed my wrist and punched me in the nose. I stumbled backward, bumping into the plasma members. They caught me and held me up.
"Andrew!" I heard Kenya yell.
"Sandstorm!" Charlie yelled. "Let's go, boys!" A wall of dust filled the air, following screams all around me. The people holding me up vanished. I was hoisted into the air and knocked out.
