It turned out the tracks that Crystal was talking about were actually train tracks, as she, Glaceon, Randy, Sylveon, the man they met, and his Flareon all followed them along the edge of the woods.
"So why didn't they just kill you when you came in?" the man asked his human companions.
"Well, considering how the hunters were keeping tabs on where we could be, and Crystal and Glaceon arrived less than a minute after we did, I think they figured it would be best to kill us together," Randy theorized, "Of course, I'm not completely sure why we're being hunted in the first place,"
"You wanna hear my theory?" the man offered.
"What is it?" Randy asked.
"It's a little something I've been researching for a while," the man began, "Every year, these liberal elites, you know, the globalists who run this state, they kidnap a bunch of normal folks like us, and hunt us for fucking sport in, lile, this mansion in Vermont or something,"
"Manorgate?" Randy realized.
"How do you know about that?" the man asked.
"My Aunt Mae has been doing some research of her own," Randy explained, "She runs this theorist site called Justice4Yall, it's pretty famous. I forwarded the link to 50 friends of mine,"
"That sounds pretty hard to believe," the man guessed, before turning to Crystal, "Do you believe it?"
"That Randy has 50 friends?" Crystal sarcastically asked, not interested in what the guys were talking about.
"I think he was talking about Manorgate," Randy corrected, "And FYI, all those friends were on Facebook,"
"Well, FYI, this ain't Vermont," Crystal said, "Reminder, we aren't in America anymore,"
"We're not?!" the man said.
"We checked the license plate of that car, and it doesn't look like the kind we have in America," Randy said, before seeing Sylveon rubbing her underside with an uncomfortable look on her face, signifying that she had to pee.
He bent down, picked her up, and carried her to a nearby bush, where she relieved herself on the ground.
"Hey, what are you doing?" the man asked, having noticed him not moving.
"Sorry, Sylveon just needed to go," Randy said, "Anyway, who are you?"
"I'm Gary," the man answered.
"I'm Randy," he said back, shaking Gary's hand.
Glaceon's ear twitched, signifying that she could hear something, and when Crystal noticed, she stopped walking, and sat down on the tracks, laying her hand against them.
They started rumbling, then she heard a whistle in the distance, which let her know that there was a train coming for them.
"How fast can you run?" she asked the guys.
"Huh, why do you ask?" Randy asked in return, "Is there a train coming?"
"Yes," Crystal said, "It'll be going slowest at the curve, and we're not getting on standing still,"
Crystal and Glaceon took off running along the tracks, and Randy, Sylveon, Gary, and Flareon followed them, as the train started to roll by in the same direction they were moving.
The train was picking up speed, but when a train car with an open door started to roll by, they tossed their weapons inside, and pulled themselves onboard.
"Thanks," Gary said.
"Welcome," Crystal replied.
"This is perfect!" Randy cheered, "We have a method of escape that none of the hunters know about! We'll be home free in no time!"
That's when a clunking noise was heard on the other side of the car, and the three huntees, and their Eeveelutions, snuck through the darkness to see where the noise was coming from.
"Who's there?!" Gary called out, "Come the fuck out or I'll shoot!"
Gary's demand brought someone out of hiding… a whole group of people.
The people they saw looked like a family of Arab refugees, as well as a bunch of Pokémon.
None of them could understand what the humans were saying, but they looked concerned.
"Okay, I know what you're probably thinking, but relax," Randy told them, "We're in just as much danger as you probably are right now,"
"Oh. come on," Gary said, feeling annoyed.
"What?" Randy asked, "Do you think we're looking at something completely different than what you think we're looking at right now?"
"Exactly!" Gary said, "These guys are clearly crisis actors! What are the chances that the one train car with the door open is full of illegals?"
"Okay, I have two things to say in response to that," Randy said, "One, you have just begun to cross into hate territory, and two, there's a baby on board with those guys,"
"So? There are crisis babies!" Gary said, having lost all likability.
"Okay, sure, but even if one of those guys was one of the hunters, don't you think bringing a gun near a baby would be a bad idea?" Randy asked, "For all we know, its ears could still be developing!"
"So? That's why guns have silencers!" Gary said.
Just then, the sound of screeching brakes ran throughout the train car, and the train started to stop moving.
Fearing the worst, the refugees ducked back into their hiding place, while Randy, Sylveon, Crystal, and Glaceon ran for cover behind some boxes, and Gary and Flareon had to be pulled behind the boxes, as they still had their suspicions.
Looking through the wide open door, the people and Pokémon inside saw a bunch of armed European soldiers, and their Pokémon, looking inside.
They couldn't be understood due to speaking in a foreign language, but it sounded like they were demanding anyone in the car to get out.
"Toss your guns," Crystal said, putting her gun on top of the stack she and the other huntees were hiding behind, "Toss them or we're fucking dead,"
As Randy and Gary put their guns on the stack, the soldiers got closer to the train car, forcing the six huntees, and the refugees to come out with their hands up.
As everyone was ushered off, Gary walked over to one of the soldiers to try and explain the situation.
"Excuse me, sir?" He said to get the guy's attention, "I don't know why I'm here, but I'm an American. That woman with the Glaceon is too, and so is the teenager with the Sylveon. Look, let me explain everything, sir, 'cause I know exactly what's going on here, okay? Me, the other two Americans I showed you, our three Pokémon here, and several other people and Pokémon from all across America were kidnapped by rich elites to be hunted for sport, and I think those refugees are some of the hunters in disguise,"
The soldier looked at him like he was crazy, and Randy didn't even try to interject, since he didn't think the man even heard of Manorgate before.
That's when one of the refugees walked over to the huntees with his Zoroark, looked at Gary, and said… "I don't think they believe you, Gary,"
When Gary and Flareon heard him speak in English, they became surprised, and tried to alert the soldiers about it.
When the soldier diverted their attention to them, the exposed crisis actor spoke in the language the other refugees were speaking so his cover wouldn't be blown, and the soldier bought it, much to Gary's exasperation.
"Gary, listen to me, it's not what you think," the man said, "Sure I'm a crisis actor, but those other refugees aren't in on the hunt,"
"You were hiding out amongst a train of refugees, and you were the only one involved with this ordeal?" Randy asked, having finally noticed what Gary did, "There's a baby with your group, don't you think having a gun near it is a bad idea?"
"That's what silencers are for," the man said, "Now listen, not only are the other refugees real, but all those soldiers are real too. That train wasn't supposed to be stopped. So just calm the fuck down, and we will get through this, alright? I'll even give you a head start before I come after you, is that okay, buddy?"
"Sounds tempting," Randy said, "But I don't wanna be here any longer than I have to, so maybe-"
"I AM NOT YOUR BUDDY!"
Gary had lost all of his likability, and had tackled the hunter to the ground, which caught the attention of the soldiers.
The hunter's Zoroark tried to grab the man's gun from the train so he could save his master, but Flareon was quicker, and had made his own attack.
Soon, the hunter was in a full blown panic, struggling to remove a grenade from his pants, while his Zoroark was screaming his lungs out, bleeding from the crotch area.
Gary and Flareon ducked behind the train, and ran as fast as they could from the area, while the other huntees, the refugees, and the soldiers took cover as the grenade in the hunter's pants blew up, blowing him to chunks.
Zoroark wasn't so lucky either, as he had finally died from blood loss.
The whole ordeal might've been scary, but what happened next would totally make up for it.