A clock hung above a grand doorway overlooking a long room with a long table lined with eight sturdy wooden chairs. A heavy and thick tension lingered throughout the room as seven figures adorned in long red jackets sat in silence. Each sharp tick of the second hand made the bulging vein in Head Ranger Ezekiel's forehead pulse, squiggling like a worm trapped beneath the tight skin of his shaven head. On the back of his chair was a symbol of two mountains, one big on the left and one small on the right. His beady eyes shot up to the clock and his tight scowl shrunk even further with anger. He huffed and looked around the room at his fellow rangers with disgust.
"Five hours now! Five hours! This is insulting!" He cried with his shrill, grainy voice.
Head Ranger Theodore plucked his small, round glasses from his long droopy nose and held them out in front of him.
"I must confess all this sitting is beginning to wear on me." He agreed in a proper voice.
He raised his glasses up to the massive, towering glass wall across from him and shut one eye as he looked for dirt on the frames. The orange rays of the setting sun peeked through the gaps in the surrounding skyscrapers and highlighted the specks of grime. With a claw of bony, gangly fingers he reached into the front pocket of his pressed linen suit and retrieved a handkerchief. His chair had a similar symbol to Ezekiel's except the size of the mountains was revered with the big one on the right. A jolly laugh roared from across the table.
"Oh ho it would, wouldn't it? You're all skin and bones Theodore! I imagine your bones are pressed right up against these hard old things eh?" Head Ranger Oscar guffawed.
He held his heaving sides, his large plump hands bouncing on his bulbous stomach as it shook up and down. Whimsically he rocked back and forth on his sturdy wooden chair while his eyes pierced out from under his swollen brow. The symbol on his chair was of two trees, the left big, the right small. He elbowed Ezekiel to his annoyance and turned to the ranger beside him with a toothy grin. Head Ranger Elsie shot a disgusted look back at him.
"Yes, it is quite improper to arrive so late when summoned to council." She agreed snootily, shuffling her chair away from Oscar's.
Her hands flew to her silver and grey bob of hair, adjusting it compulsively. Around her neck, a string of perfectly polished silver gems formed a necklace. Each gem getting larger the closer to the middle they were. A huge red ruby sat shouldered by the silver gems, laying flat against the spotty skin of Elise's collarbone. She wore her ranger's jacket on her shoulders like a cloak, with an immaculate purple dress underneath. It shimmered, the sequined fabric clinging tightly to her old skinny body. Her chair had two wave symbols on the back, one on the top and one on the bottom. The wave on the bottom was bigger than the one above it.
"Bah! Yomatos are all the same! No concern for the time of others!" Head Ranger Joshua spat scornfully.
His old, withered hands flew into the air exasperatedly as he dramatically sighed. He gripped a cane resting against the table next to him and slammed it down against the polished, granite. His aged eyes squinted, lined by deep crows feet. The jacket he wore was about three sizes too big for him. The sleeves drooped over his hands and the coat tail lay slumped on the ground behind his chair. On the back of his chair were two waves next to each other, the one on the right was bigger than the left.
"Just like his buffoon of a father!" He added angrily, his saggy face trembling with rage.
He was struck by a sudden attack of coughs and sunk back into his chair, letting his cane fall to the ground. Theodore eyes him worriedly and moved his chair away from Joshua, whipping his handkerchief up to his mouth.
"We should take a re-vote on Head Ranger of Kanto! Look at how he treats us!" The man beside Joshua cried out.
Head Ranger Zane rose from his chair boldly. He slammed both his large fists down on the table with a pounding boom. His eyes gleamed proudly. Far younger than his contemporaries, he stood with strong confidence. His large muscular frame dominated the space around him. He folded his large arms and stood tall above the table, his long red ranger's jacket flowing down to his ankles. A series of small islands were on the back of his chair, moving upwards in a diagonal pattern. The one at the end was shaded blue with a small cave drawn in the middle of it.
"Sit down you stupid oaf." A calm voice instructed coldly.
All six pairs of eyes snapped to the end of the table and quickly they all fell silent. Brianna was sat at the end of the table beneath the looming doorway. She was leaning back casually in her chair with her knee resting on the other. Meticulously, she worked away at her nails with a file. Her golden hair hung down in front of her face, shielding it from the others. On her chair were two trees with the right one being larger. Zane went to open his mouth again.
"I-" he began but was swiftly cut off.
"You will wait as long as Griffith needs you to wait," Brianna instructed with a disinterested, monotone drone.
All her attention was focused on her nails as she filed away at them, rounding each nail perfectly. Never once did she raise her gaze to meet theirs. She wore a red rangers jacket like the rest of them, long and flowing with full-length sleeves adorned by white cuffs.
"Well, where is your husband woman? Why is he not with you?" Ezekiel spat, clenching his fists tightly with white knuckles.
He stared daggers at Brianna who briefly flicked her eyes up and then swiftly back down.
"I'm not his keeper, how he spends his time isn't my concern." She stated blankly
A fist slammed the table.
"His time?! It's our time he's spending!" Zane snapped, falling back into his chair with a thud.
Again Brianna briefly looked up from her nails.
"You're free to leave at any time and go back to your ice cubes, or whatever it is your lot manages in the ice caves." She replied, fighting a smile as Zane silently seethed with rage.
A nervous-looking ranger, no older than 19 stepped forward from their post at the door trembling.
"Uh, I'm sure Mr Yomato is very apologetic for the delay but he made it very clear he would be arriving." The ranger informed them, wincing as the six pairs of eyes turned to her instead.
Brianna clucked and shook her head, glancing at the girl disapprovingly as a barrage of formless complaints were hurdled towards her. They all meshed together, creating an unrecognisable cacophony of yelling. The girl shrunk back bewildered and afraid, resuming her place by the door looking small. With no one to direct their anger at the council began arguing amongst themselves, hurling insults, slamming fists and stomping feet. Brianna looked up apathetically at the scene before her. She scowled with a disgusted look but said nothing. Just as Ezekiel looked prime to hurl his chair at Zane the two grand double doors flew open, slamming against the walls with a crash. Two fearsome Arcanine bounded into the room, snarling and snapping their jaws. They leapt onto the table, stalking back and forth along the smooth granite surface as they sized up the councillors.
"Get down you fucking vermin!" Tiberius shouted as he strode into the room.
He blew on a whistle that pierced the air and the two Arcanine whimpered before scurrying back to his side. Behind him, with Andrea clinging to his arm, Griffith strode into the council room at a leisurely pace. All still stunned with shock from the Arcanine none of the councillors said anything. They simply stared as Griffith made his way around the table and sat down in a chair at the far end. Behind him, through the paned glass walls the setting sun, peaking through the gaps of the sky rise buildings hung behind his head. The light cast a silhouette on his huge frame, casting his features ins shadow. Tiberius stood behind him while the Arcanine sat on either side of Griffith's chair, which had a four-pointed star painted on the back. Andrea stood to his side, just behind his shoulder watching the council with a mixture of amusement and bewilderment. Makeup caked her face, neck and collarbone where her small, cropped rangers jacket left it exposed. Ezekiel cleared his throat.
"Why have you kept us waiting, Griffith? We have-" he began in his shrill, nasally voice.
"Why have you summoned me on such short notice?" He asked, the silhouette of his head turning to face Ezekiel.
Ezekiel's jaw hung open flabbergasted at the question.
"Why do you think, you bloody buffoon?!" Joshua cried out, his jowls flapping as he yelled, "because you called every single ranger across Kanto to mobilise without so much as asking us!"
Brianna placed her file down and flipped her hair out of her face, shooting a piercing stare with her bright blue eyes as Joshua.
"Griffith is Head Ranger of the Greater Kanto Region! He doesn't need your permission!" She yelled, leaning forward in her chair.
Joshua turned to yell back but was cut off by Griffith.
"I can answer my own questions woman, silence." He answered starkly before turning his attention back towards Joshua.
"The situation we face is time-sensitive, I did not have time to contact you all personally." He explained calmly.
Zane scoffed and pointed an accusatory finger at him.
"If we have been informed correctly by your lovely wife here," he began through gritted teeth, "this so-called situation is nothing more than petty family drama!"
Theodore interjected before Griffith could respond.
"Yes, quite an unusual use of martial power to hunt down your own daughter. You might understand why we're a bit upset." Theodore added, glancing between Zane and Griffith skittishly.
Griffith leaned forward, the silhouette of his face dropping away. His grey eyes stared down at Theodore fiercely, the red flecks flaring.
"Abby Yomato attacked two high ranking officials of the Indigo Plateau Ranging Division and is now evading justice with a dangerous, savage dragon. On top of that, she aided the man who crippled my boy in fleeing across the border. A clear threat to the national security of Kanto as well as Johto." Griffith hissed, imposing himself physically on Theodore.
Theodore shrunk back into his seat fearfully, stammering as he tried to formulate a response.
"A criminal undoubtedly!" Elsie gasped, placing her hand on her chest.
"But…" She added, "One worthy of completely shutting down the ranging service entirely?" She asked gingerly in a small, timid voice.
Griffith furiously turned to her now, making her shrink back immediately and clutch her necklace of gems.
"Is the crippling of my son a small matter to you Ranger Elsie?" He asked coldly.
Elsie whimpered and shook her head, raising her finger up timidly.
"Head Ranger Elsie…" She whispered, her finger curling as Griffith's eyes flared.
Before he could lay into her Oscar spoke up.
"Come now, Griffith!" He guffawed, leaning across Elsie and clasping his hand.
"You must see that you're being unreasonable here my boy! Is there no compromise we may come to that makes us all happy? Perhaps assigning a task force on this girl rather than every ranger across Kanto?" Oscar proposed jovially, grinning at Griffith with his plump and swollen face.
The other councillors nodded and muttered happily at that proposal. Griffith snatched his hand away and scowled at Oscar but Brianna interrupted him before he could bellow at them all.
"Take the offer dear, they'll outvote you here anyways." She suggested icily, gazing unloving at her husband.
Griffith sneered unhappily but relented.
"Fine." He snapped, "I move for a vote on the formation of this task force."
He announced starkly.
The councillors nodded in agreement and readied themselves.
"Agreed." They responded in unison.
"All in favour of a task force to hunt down fugitive Abby Yomato?" Griffith asked, raising his hand.
The other seven raised their hands unanimously.
"I will be assigning Tiberius to head this task force. As our most experienced tracker, I believe he's best suited for it." Griffith proposed, "any complaints?"
He was met with silence and nodded approvingly. He turned in his chair back towards Tiberius.
"Go now, gather your best and find that girl. The boy can wait, this is much more important." He instructed in a hushed voice before turning back to the table.
Tiberius moved from behind Griffith and made his way from the room with his Arcanine. Andrea hurried after him with no reaction from Griffith. Brianna glanced up at her as she scurried past her at Tiberius's heels. The doors swung shut behind them and Brianna clicked her tongue with a knowing smirk.
"Is that all you need of me?" He asked with a sigh, going to raise from his chair.
"No, what the hell took you so long?" Zane asked, raising from his chair.
Griffith scowled and stood up from his chair too, the two men facing each other down furiously.
"I so happen as to have a son who just underwent life-saving surgery. Forgive me if your petty squabbling is low on my list of concerns right now." He barked at Zane, looking around the table with a challenging look.
The others ducked their eyes, even Ezekiel although he still scowled as he stared down at the table. Zane huffed and turned from the table, kicking his chair across the room. He stormed out the doors, slamming them roughly behind him. Theodore rose too nervously and clasped his hands together.
"Well, uh, this meeting is adjourned then." He said with feigned professionalism.
Griffith and Brianna, followed by the two rangers at the door left the room too. While the remaining five stayed where they were in stunned silence.
Tiberius and Andrea stood before a set of elevator doors in silence, not so much as glancing at one another. Rangers and other workers hurried about around them, shooting the occasional concerned look at the unleashed Arcanine at Tiberius's heels. Above them, a small screen displaying a level number ticked upwards as their elevator shot upwards to their floor. A small ping sounded off, the number 200 flashed and the doors opened to reveal an empty elevator. Together they stepped in, followed by the two Arcanine. Inside the walls of the elevator were all mirrors, reflecting off each other to create countless copies of the two as they stood side by side. Swiftly, Andrea hit the close door button. A worker ran up to the elevator pleadingly as the doors shut in his face. Andrea shrugged and waved to him with an apologetic smile. As soon as the doors had shut Andrea and Tiberius flung their arms around each other and began furiously making out. Tiberius grasped Andrea's ass through her tight black leggings and roughly pressed her up against the wall.
"Return soon okay?" Andrea gasped out between frantic kisses.
Tiberius grunted and nodded, slipping his hand under her black shirt. He grasped her breast, circling the nipple with his thumb. Still bruised and swollen, the touch made Andrea cry out and whimper. She breathed heavily as Tiberius began to roughly squeeze them, moaning happily against his lips. Overcome by lust, Tiberius flipped her around and pressed her face against the glass wall. He pulled down the waistband of her black leggings below her ass cheeks, which too were a collage of red and purple. Swiftly, her panties followed as Tiberius unzipped his fly and whipped his cock out. He hungrily penetrated her, thrusting his cock into her pussy and wildly fucking her.
"Fuck! Hurry baby!" Andrea cried out, taking a hold of the golden railing lining the walls of the elevator.
Her eyes locked onto the floor counter as it flicked numbers across the screen, falling quickly from 200. Tiberius's hands returned to her tits, squeezing and pulling them as he frantically fucked her. Andrea moaned happily as his cock pounded her, biting down on her lip tightly. Excited gasps and squeals escaped her lips as the number got smaller and smaller, her heart racing as it passed by 100. Tiberius's eyes didn't so much as flicker away from Andrea's ass, not once looking up at the number. The two Arcanine watched the scene with amused smirks, watching Tiberius's cock pound Andrea's pussy with devious grins. Tiberius whipped a hand from Andrea's tits and slapped her ass hard, bringing his hand down on her bruised ass cheek. She cried out happily and looked back at him with droopy eyes.
"Hurry babe, cum inside me! I need your cum before you go!" She cried out, moving her hips with his as she tried to make him cum.
He cried out as she slammed her ass back and forth with his cock, taking a firm hold of her hips with both hands.
"You whore! You fucking slut!" He yelled, doing anything to turn himself on more.
The number ticked past 50 and Andrea flailed her hips faster, desperately moaning out.
"Don't you fucking stop! I don't care who sees, you cum inside me!" She demanded, whipping her hand down to her clit and playing with it furiously.
Tiberius brought a hand up to her throat and squeezed it tightly, making her eyes roll back as she grinned delightfully. He closed his eyes and took steady deep breaths. The number ticked down to 20. His wild and unstable rhythm stabilised, fucking Andrea with fast consistent strokes. His breathing got faster and began to shake. The number ticked down to 15. His hands glided across Andrea's smooth and firm body, making her squeal happily and he pressed his thumbs into her bruises. Moans bellowed from him and he threw his head back, picking up his pace. The number ticked down to 10. Andrea screams with delight as she makes herself cum, her pussy squeezing his cock as she came hard. The pressure made Tiberius roar furiously and just as the number ticked down to 5 he came hard inside her. He pumped his cock a few more times as he came, slamming all the way inside her. His cum dribbled from her pussy down the shaft of his cock and off his balls. After a split second to catch his breath, he pulled out and hastily slipped his limp cock back into his pants. Andrea, weak and shaking stood up and got her tits back inside her sports bra. Just as the ding of the elevator chimed she slipped her shirt over her head and stood flustered before a group of workers waiting for the elevator. On trembling legs, Andrea walked with Tiberius out of the elevator and through the lobby. Inside her leggings, she felt as hot cum ran from her pussy and down her leg. She eyes Tiberius and couldn't help but smirk. He smirked back, chuckled, checked to make sure no one was looking and slapped her ass.