A meeting was to take place at the Keidolifyan embassy in the capital city of Kefaladia, between the president of Audia, Owen to be informal, and Zi Rui, the Keidolifyan ambassador. They would be dressed for the occasion, smartly put, though the smart suit and tie worn by Zi Rui would all be a front, politeness in the face of political instability.

A convoy of military cars had followed another car that was heading toward the sidestreet. After they screeched to a halt, a figure got out of his car, revealing himself to be Zi Rui himself, as the soldiers got out of their vehicles, wearing blue military gear with machine gun in their possession.

They were Audian soldiers, composed of animals, and, like files to honey, followed the ambassador, storming the sidewalk and filling the street. Not so many of them that they could not be counted, but their boots drumming the hard ground all the same. The beat of any army in such a fashion promised trouble.

What they didn't realize was that there was somebody who was watching them. A shadowy figure who was at the top of the building behind them.

Yes... Follow. It said using telepath. The Audian soldiers closed in as the shadowy figure flitted through the shade of the buildings, leaping from one to the other, from wall to wall and skirting around vehicles at the side of the road. Though with so much going on, some had even been abandoned there while their inhabitants, the civilians, fled.

The shadow figure grunted, heaving itself along the wall, though it was easy to wall-run sideways along it once it got going, its red eyes soft in the darkness, not revealing its location. The elite agents leapt from the cars, streaking for the alleyway, though the Audian soldiers were hot on their heels.

One of the Audian soldiers, dressed like a regular soldier but with a smile that promised trouble, stepped forward, his firearm leveled, moving as if he was of a higher rank than what he was dressed as. The figure took note, though the light glinting off the firearm rendered it genuine. All as expected.

"There's no use running," he said, though even that animal answered to another commander. "We have you cornered, ambassador. You're coming with us..."

The raccoon, although he was dressed as the ambassador, cocked his head and smirked. That wasn't a very ambassador-like move, but the game was up, as far as them pretending to be something they were not. But they had not expected that to last forever, the dead, stale air hanging around them, dragging out the moment.

The raccoon tilted his chin up, waiting for the signal. "Oh, really?"

The shadowy figure leapt down before them, revealing itself to be a canine-like, bipedal creature. Its fur was colored blue, tan and black, and it had some kind of appendages on the back of its head that almost seemed to float in midair. Its chest and the back of its paws feature what looked like metal spikes. It was Lucario. The Lucario that was the leader of the elite agents.

Halt! Lucario straightened, one fist clenched, heart pounding as he communicated with his agents via telepathy. Something is not right.

The soldiers stepped back in shock, not expecting a Pokemon to appear. Lucario had observed their clothing, and he concluded in his deduction that they weren't real Audian soldiers at all. Given the spots of blood that was on their clothes, and not the blood that

come from war, Lucario confirmed that they were disguised.

Fighters of another army in another war. His blood ran cold, though it was as expected, why there had been something wrong with everything that had taken place so far.

Lucario's eyes hardened, snapping into action. His agents had to be extracted – the original plan was moot.

Execute plan B! Lucario gave the command via telepath, retreating, giving them space, though he would not give the disguised troops the forewarning of what they were doing, using a code phrase to direct them.

He could have restricted it solely to their minds, but it was difficult to direct such a blast of communication to only them when it was so dire. They, however, were trained, dodging the bullets as the troops fired, though their main goal was to take down Lucario, eyes fixed on him.

They knew who he was, that he was the true target, and Lucario flipped through the air, using his agility to twist and spin, to avoid the bullets in a way that did not quite seem possible to the unknowing eye.

He locked into the moment, time slowing down around him, watching every soldier, every position in order to figure out how they would move and what they were going to do next. He dodged, ducked the flash of gunfire around him framing his body. His agents leapt into action.

Bullets flew by him, sparking through the air, explosions rampant, yet they were heard as if from a great distance away, Lucario turning, seeing everything. From the gleam in their eyes, how their attention was rapt on him, the scuff of their boots on the ground and the call of a crow, startled away, up and out of the alleyway. Yet not a single bullet struck home to him or his agents, taking the lid of a general outdoor bin in his hand to deflect a storm of bullets that would have driven right into the centre of his group of agents if he had not stepped in.

But there was one fighter that didn't do anything. A white wolf soldier who quailed back from it, his lower jaw slack as he gaped. He called on his aura power, hands glowing, flitting between shades of purple and off-white, wrapping it around them, each soldier aglow. Yet he did not kill them, merely knocking them out cold, dropping them to the ground, one after the other, though even the sickening thumps that their bodies made his stomach twist.

The anthro wolf soldier gaped at the fallen bodies of his comrades, though Lucario knew that he had not fired a single bullet, not as his firearm dropped from shaking hands to the ground.

"I...I..." He worked his jaw, struggling to get words out as he fell to his knees, looking up at Lucario who suddenly towered. "Are you... You're going to kill me, aren't you? Torture me... Hellfire... No... I don't have any information! I don't know anything! Just make it... Make it quick!"

Lucario shook his head and smiled, even as the wolf quivered, quailing.

No... I will do none of those things. Sleep now. Rest now.

Lucario's hand flashed out, swiftly chopping the wolf to the back of his head. This was not only to show the wolf mercy, but also to make it look like that he and the rest of the soldiers were defeated.

The wolf crumpled as Lucario activated slumber in his brain, eyes closing, slipping down, unconsciousness claiming him.

Lucario straightened, steel in his gut, stomach churning, though it was not from anxiety, not from worry, but from anger. Somebody orchestrated this to happen to make it look like Audia tried to kill an innocent ambassador in order to fuel the tension between the two superpowers.

Nodding to his head agent of the elite agents, the raccoon, they ran as one, everyone fleeing together, booted feet pounding the hard ground, manufactured with concrete and tarmac.

He glanced from side to side, ducking into an alleyway with his agents, for the abandoned cars would not get them to a safe place, not after what they had pulled. No, he had to get his agents to the safe house, where other agents of his had set up.

But there was only so much they could feed back to him, deducing his reasoning through their coded letters. He wanted to find out who was the mastermind behind this, and he would have to work from the shadows in order to do it. For Lucario, there could be no more deception.