Ok so let's get rid of this announcement. *Rips a piece of paper off the wall* Let's start this fire for these big beautiful steam engines, and let's get this ship moving again. For those of you who have only recently found this story, you probably don't know what I'm talking about, so I'll expalin since I have now deleted the previous "chapter," as it is no longer relevant. Due to bad scenarios and a general apathy towards life, I did put the story on hiatus, with no idea when or if it would resume, so I decided to let it be known instead of just going dark, but I finally got some good news, which dispelled a good ammount of my despair, and I feel good enough to at least continue this. Now as you'll notice here, Team Plasma can be a bit more forceful here than in the games. So without further adieu, let's get going. And yes, the chapter title here is a song lyric like the rest. That is a lyric.

After dealing with the attempted robber, Logan and Ben continued on, and eventually reached the building they were looking for. The Castelia City Gym. The Bug Type Gym would hopefully not prove much of a challenge with Blitzle having Flame Charge. Ben had hoped to get a bit more training done, but he felt confident enough to challenge. "So is this number three right?" Ben nodded. "I may have to start training again. Can't let your Pokémon catch me." Ben just rolled his eyes as Logan was back to his standard sarcastic self. His personality could change on a dime. It was almost as if he had split personalities. Another quick shift in personality happened as the door to the Gym burst open, and smacked Logan right on his nose. He staggered back a couple steps before wiping his nose with the back of his hand. He noted the red color on his fur. He was bleeding. He growled and looked at the man who had rushed through with such haste. He was mostly dressed in green and red with a scarf on.

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry about that! I've just been told that a Pokémon was stolen by a Tea Plasma member on Prime Pier and so I'm trying to get there as soon as possible. I'm afraid your Gym Battle will have to wait."

Ben spoke up after putting an hand on Logan's shoulder. "We'll accompany you. Just to make sure everything is ok. This guy is pretty powerful after all." Ben did this to stoke Logan's ego a bit and get him focused on something besides murdering the Gym Leader.

"Great! Now please come with me!" With that, he took off and flagged down a taxi. He climbed into the front passenger seat as Logan and Ben got in the back. The driver was a badger male, who didn't even get to ask where to before Burgh told him to get to Prime Pier as fast as possible. Soon enough, they had reached their destination after a little over an hour. Pretty good time for a city. Burgh shoved some bills into the driver's hand, not bothering to get any change back, and they got out.

Each pier was a sight to behold. Several large ships docked, and off in the distance, Logan could see what looked like Guided Missile Destroyers and Cruisers. There was definitely a Naval Base in this city. It made sense as this was a very major port area. Plenty of dock space for both civilian, commercial, and military vessels. You likely wouldn't see any Aircraft Carriers though. Those things only needed to dock once every few years thanks to their nuclear reactors, and spent most of their time at sea on patrols and showing off to Unova's allies that they had a very powerful ally that would come protect them if need be.

Prime Pier was mostly commercial, but a section had already been blocked off by police tape. There were some officers looking around as a young human girl was crying on a bench in the blocked off area. Likely the victim. "Hopefully we can get a description from the little girl. That's so low of them. Taking from one so young. When I find the person who did it..." Burgh was quite clearly angry.

Logan chimed in. "Like we're gonna find them. I'm sure Team Plasma has some kind of secret base around here and what kind of stupid retard would come back to the scene of the crime wearing-"

"Oh shit!"

They all turned to face the voice behind them. It was a male mouse wearing a Team Plasma outfit. "This stupid retard apparently." The mouse tried to run, but he didn't get more than a hundred feet before the swift Zoroark had tacked him. His somewhat heavy frame hitting as hard as it did knocked the wind out of the rodent. He didn't catch his breath until Ben and Burgh caught up. Logan flipped him onto his back and held his right fist above the mouse's head. "You're the one who took the kid's Pokémon right?" No answer. Logan responded to the silence with a punch that drew blood, and knocked out one of his back teeth. "Right?" For once, Ben had no qualms about Logan's methods. Robbing children is beyond sympathy.

He spat some blood off to the side. He didn't want to spit in the face of a pissed off Zoroark. "Yes."

"Why the hell did you come back here you stupid bastard?" Logan really did want to know why he came back. He was home free. Why the hell did he return to the scene of the crime? Why didn't he at least change his clothes?

"I thought because it went so well the first time I could do it again." Logan rolled his eyes.

"That is retarded. Now where is the Pokémon?"

"I don't have it."

Logan socked him in the face again. This time knocking out one of his big front teeth. He coughed a couple times before Logan spoke again. "That's not the answer I was looking for and you know it. Where is it?"

The mouse wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he answered. "We have a base of operations in the city. The Pokémon is there." Logan punched him again.

"Don't withhold information! You know I want the location!" Blood was pouring out of his mouth now after three punches from a Zoroark. Granted, Logan was only using a fraction of his full strength, but still, these were extremely powerful punches.

"Let me up and I'll tell you ok?" Logan pulled back to seemingly deliver another punch, only to relish in the mouse's heavy flinching. He was loving how much control he had here, and how little Ben was protesting his methods.

"You're in no position to bargain you moron. I hold all the cards here, and I'm getting sick of you wasting my time." Logan then kicked his interrogation up a level. He unclenched his fist, and lowered his index claw. It ended up hovering just above the mouse's right eye. "Next time you don't tell me what I want to know, the eye comes out. Got it?" Ben and Burgh seemed a little uncomfortable at this point, but still didn't intervene.

The mouse began to panic. "Ok ok! It's just across from the Gym! The Pokémon is there I swear it!"

Logan had a look of disbelief on his muzzle. "Are you serious? Someone in a position of power in your team was so braindead that they had a base put in right across from the worst place you could possibly have it apart from maybe the police station?" The mouse nodded violently. Logan held his claw in position, before getting off the mouse, but not letting him go as he yanked him to his feet. Remembering that there were police at Prime Pier, Logan drug him over to the pier, before shoving him down the stairs. Not as in he tumbled down. As in he didn't touch anything until he reached the bottom. This would end up being very bad for him, as his left hand landed first, instinctively trying to catch himself. There was a loud snap as his wrist broke. He started screaming, which attracted the attention of everyone there. Especially the police when his outfit was noticed. "This is the guy who took the kid's Pokémon. Get whatever information you want out of him, we are gonna go get it back. I'd advise you don't follow. We don't want to make them jumpy enough to use the Pokémon as a hostage. We'll answer whatever questions you want once we get back." With that, Logan turned his back, and began walking towards a nearby taxi, licking the blood off his clawed hand. He opened the back left door and stared at Burgh and Ben. "Well, you coming?"

Ben and Burgh fought back disgust at the sight of the Zoroark cleaning himself of blood with his tongue. 'Man, Dark Types are vicious.' This was Burgh's thought. Suddenly he was quite happy his Pokémon were Bug Types. If needed, they could likely put up a fight against him.

The ride was a bit longer this time, taking around 75 minutes before they arrived in front of the building across from the Gym. Once they stepped out, a pair of Team Plasma members stepped out and blocked the door. Seeing a Gym Leader in front of their building quickly clued them in to the fact that they had been found out. Logan did not have the patience to deal with this. Once the pair of human males saw him, they began to become visibly nervous. They knew that Zoroarks were at least Level 30, and were quite powerful. Well outside the capabilities of the Pokémon they had. Logan walked up to them, with Ben and Burgh flanking him on either side. Logan puffed some fire out of his nose with the clever use of a Flamethrower. This intimidated them enough to run back into the building.

"Let's go get that Pokémon back." Logan walked in, followed closely by Ben and Burgh. The two of them didn't say anything. Even Burgh could tell that Logan was on a mission, and wouldn't listen to what they said.

The inside seemed to be some sort of office building, due to the reception area, though clearly no longer used in such a fashion. Along with the two Plasma members that had run in, there was Ghestis, and two humans males in similar, though less ornate robes. Grey and brown respectively in color. Burgh decided to speak first. "I do know a little about Team Plasma. Freedom for Pokémon is what you say. I get it, believe me, I do, but you can't just steal from people."

The man in grey turned to Ghestis and spoke. "I thought it would be amusing to put our hideout so close to the Gym, but it would seem we've been found out sooner than I expected."

Logan chuckled. "So you're the dipshit who came up with that cunning plan. No wait, not cunning, what's the opposite of that? Oh right, retarded."

The person who spoke looked at him with a slightly upset look on his face. Ghestis didn't even acknowledge Logan's remark. "It doesn't matter. We already have an excellent base of operations." He finished speaking to his associate, and addressed the trio in front of him. "Are you all are familiar with the legend regarding the formation of this Region?"

Logan was quickly growing impatient. Something about Ghestis just didn't sit right with him. Something besides the obvious, 'He's in Team Plasma' thing. "Yeah yeah yeah white dragon and all that shit."

Ghestis didn't seem to have even heard this, or if he did he didn't care, as he took a step forward, and then one to the left. "You see, the white dragon appeared before a hero who sought out the true way to bring together a world of people at war." Logan sighed loudly. 'Here we go with the monologuing.' "The white dragon shared its knowledge, and bared its fangs against whoever stood against it." Logan kept his hand at his side with his palm facing behind him. A small amount of dark energy forming. "Together, the awe inspiring power of the Pokémon and the hero brought unity to the hearts of- GAH!"

Quick as a flash, Logan brought his hand up and fired a Dark Pulse at the group of Plasma members. This left them all against the wall in a pile. "Shut the fuck up! Couldn't you tell I wasn't even listening!? I mean are you trying to sell me on a religion or what!? Good lord I even said I knew the story you fucking idiot." Ben and Burgh were surprised at Logan's actions, but impressed with how effective they were. "Now then, give us the Pokémon that was stolen, and come with us, because you all are going to jail."

Ghestis glared at him, before reaching into his robe. He pulled out a Pokeball and rolled it to the Zoroark. Logan underestimated him as he took his eyes off him to pick it up. When he did, Ghestis pulled out a silenced pistol and put a bullet into Logan's right shoulder. The illusion fox fell to his knees groaning loudly. Ben knelt down to check on him, while Burgh took a step back. "Terribly sorry to do that, but we aren't going to jail. I would just threaten you with the gun, but with that one's illusion powers I didn't want to take any chances. He can't use them while in pain, which is why I aimed for his arm. Now, if you will kindly step aside and let us leave."

Ben drug Logan to the right, while Burgh stepped left. Ghestis walked out first, followed by the robed men, and the grunts last. Logan got to his feet and growled. "I am going to KILL him one day! Fucking coward!"