Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon. But I'm glad I don't. Or I'd not be writing this. I'd be designing new games. Oh right. Fine... I'm not glad.

Testing out my mum's PDA... well, it works... thanks for your reviews, all of you. Actually, just WickedWolf09 for the latest, but yeah...

Anyways, I know the Tentor Fog seem rather... evil, which they are. But trust me, there's a method to their evil-ness... a hierarchical system exists, one where only the strongest may live, and the weak are... expendable, shall we say.

But enough with the scary details... I'd expect you'll learn more as the story goes on... and if you're frustrated by Ash's reluctance to speak freely... well then you've probably never considered what dangerous criminal organizations can do to you.

At any rate, I enjoy writing the battle scenes too, but I realized that if I write every battle scene as spectacularly, it'll begin to seem commonplace.

So I'll keep to narrating trainer battles, mostly; unless I have some sort of rare Pokémon to introduce... but not legendaries, naturally.

Whatever it is, the A/N seems plenty long from my perspective through this PDA, so... Pokémon Go! chapter 32, begin!

"Well this is nice..." Erynn commented.

The room was pretty well-furnished, with two quaint four-poster beds positioned against the wall; which was itself decorated with beautiful sepia murals depicting Jirachi and Mew in ephemeral surroundings; flowing curtains and glossy oak furnishings completing the look.

Michelle took a breath of the conditioned air as she set her bag against one of the beds, effectively claiming as her own. Leon leapt up onto it, as if to clear any lingering doubts as to its owner.

Erynn laughed uncertainly, setting her own things down on the other bed.

"Then I guess this one's mine, then..."

They were stopping for the night. The rooms were nice, but then they cost money. Inns like these were subsidized by the Organization, but the fee still was still less than cheap.

The few trainer battles they'd had along the road could only go so far.

"Well that's done with..."

Michelle laid her clothes out in preparation for the next day as Erynn lay on her bed, looking up at the ceiling.

"We're due to meet downstairs in another ten minutes..."

She got up off the bed, stretching. Removing a Pokéball from the belt which lay beside her, she released the Oddish within.

"Idyll; Sweet Scent."

The Oddish, which she'd only recently nicknamed, released a burst of pink effervescence, engulfing the room in a cloud of beautifully perfumed spore.

Erynn breathed it in with a happy sigh. Michelle sighed as well, but hers was less than happy.

"I don't think you should've done that..."

Before Erynn could respond, the two were interrupted by the appearance of Ditto. The pink Pokémon seemed intoxicated by the scent.

"How did you get in...?"

But the trail of pink slime from under the door was answer enough.

"Sweet Scent... we'll have our room full of Pokémon by tonight..."

Erynn scratched her head sheepishly, Ditto standing bemusedly by her side.

"At least we'll have a nice-smelling room if that ever happens..."

And with that, she recalled Oddish, taking Ditto in her arms to wake it from the trance. Michelle watched her, askance.

"Won't that stain...?"

She shrugged, lifting a hand to tap against the hard leather which constituted her sleeveless vest.

"I doubt it..."

Stepping out of the room, she left to find the one trainer hapless enough to lose Ditto just like that...

"That... that was actually pretty good..."

The remains of their dinner lay on the table between them. The meal four of them had been one entirely vegetarian, as per the wishes of the two vegans on board.

The price had been paid in part by the three other trainers, but largely by Erynn, her having a Gym Leader for a sister.

"Sis did warn me about spending any more on clothes, though..." she admitted sheepishly, "but food is a necessity so..."

Dave was the first to rise from his seat. Thanks in large part to Espeon. After they'd succeeded in getting him off the rafters, the question remained. What were they to do...?

It was the time of the day when it was too late to continue on the journey, yet too early to turn in.

"Anyone brought cards…? Dave asked hopefully.

A/N: I'm home at last! PDA didn't allow me to use italics or bolds… it's a pretty old model. Reformatted everything, anyway.

The reply was a resounding negative. No one had even thought about it.

"What about a Double Battle…?" Michelle suggested.

A/N: And I just checked my mail. Seventeen new reviews…? Oh my. Erm… thanks for the reviews, Bigfoot! Hope you had a nice break… and it really is storey, rather than story. In relation to floors, anyway. Hooray for perfect scores! Thanks… really.

And on a side note, about Tentor Fog OCs… I actually intended to ask if any of you wanted your OCs to join the dark side… but if that's not to your liking feel free to come up with a few members; so long as they aren't just comic relief like Jessie, James and Meowth in Team Rocket, I'd be happy to include them.

"You'd probably win, anyway…" Erynn pointed out.

Ash turned to the large glass window which made up the façade of the inn. It was dark; the convenience store beside the inn was probably the only other building around here. Trainers were still walking along, but even these were flagging. Even the most tenacious of people couldn't walk through the Great North Road at night: There was at least one identifiable travelling salesman in the crowd.

"Fine…"

Erynn stood up, pulling at Ash's arm until the boy followed. Michelle and Dave reacted to her sudden resolve by standing up as well.

"Where're you taking him…?"

Erynn ignored the question, looking instead at Ash.

"How many Pokémon do you currently have…?"

Ash looked at her a moment.

"Is that a trick question…?"

Erynn would've smacked her head, but she was holding on to him.

"No. And you've only got two, anyways. Ditto and Hoppip."

The two other trainers seemed to get where this was going.

"So…?"

This time Dave stepped up.

"So… it's high time you got another one. Two won't get you through the Pokémon League."

A/N: Actually, two can. My Mew and Mewtwo team beat the Elite Four in Yellow. And… oh what a coincidence.

Eefree's review just came in. It (I shall refer to all reviewers as It unless they give me reason not to) asked me when Ash was going to catch another Pokémon. Well, now, if the other characters have their way, anyway.

"Don't you guys have anything better to do…?"

Michelle shrugged.

"Not really."

"Pretty pathetic, isn't it?"

"But if the next few Gym Battles are going to be Double Battles, we can't have you slowing everyone down…" this last one from Erynn.

"Fine…" Ash said, defeated, "Ditto, go knock a Pokémon out and drag it back here."

Everyone else stared at him blankly. Ditto included.

"I'm meant to find a Pokémon… in this…?"

They were standing in a large field off the Great North Road. The place was mostly flat ground, with tall grass growing all around them. But it looked entirely desolate.

Erynn sighed, removing the Pokéball from her belt again.

"Sweet Scent, Idyll…!"

Even before the effervescence had time to descend, a Poochyena popped up, lulled by the attack. It swayed as Ash approached it with Ditto.

"There's your chance…!"

But Dave hadn't finished speaking when two more Poochyenas appeared before him, flying out of the grass.

"What the… Espeon…!"

As Espeon deflected their attacks with a Light Screen, Michelle turned to face a Noctowl and two Zigzagoons. Her look hardened.

"Leon; let's get to it!"

Erynn looked from Oddish to the Pokémon that surrounded them.

"The Sweet Scent was too strong…"

She jumped as a Gastly materialized directly in front of her.

"Ditto; be careful…!"

Ash stood back as two more Digletts erupted from the ground beneath them. Looking up, he saw the two Hoothoots.

"Why do we get into these situations…?"

He let his hand drop to his waist, releasing Hoppip.

"Griven! Come out and help!"

Erynn released the Growlithe, illuminating the battle site.

"Mudross; come on out!"

Dave selected the Pokéball from his belt, releasing the creature, which instantly melded into the ground beneath their feet.

"You too, Houndour!"

The four trainers stood back to back, facing the circle of Pokémon. With the effect of the Sweet Scent wearing off, they were no longer attracting more Pokémon; but those that were already attracted began to think clearly again.

And attack.

"Ditto; Counter! Hoppip, Leech Seed!"

"Griven; Take Down! Oddish… Stun Spore!"

"Espeon; Confusion! Tackle, Mudross!"

"A Spark attack, Leon… and Houndour, use Bite!"

The four trainers simultaneously called out their attacks as the Pokémon rushed in at them. Eight against seventeen. It was going to be pretty close.

T E N T O R F O G

It wasn't the best place to stay, but the man had no reason to go any further. The package was heavy on his arms, and while it would've been easier to have sent it via Pelipper, it was vital that his client received it.

"Innkeeper; a single room, please."

The transaction was carried out; money was passed between the two, and he left to go up the stairs. The package he carried in his hands like a dead weight; he had been walking for hours without rest.

The attacks had scared him. How could they not have? Two men, working in a high-security laboratory, killed in a single night. And the man had left no trace. None at all. He placed the package in the room's safe with trembling hands; he knew the consequences when he had first undertaken the job, but he had not known the nights.

Slowly he closed the door, stepping away; he closed the cupboard door gently, heaving a sigh of relief. He loosened his tie and removed his clothes, stepping into the shower, waiting to feel the relaxing rush of water over his body, easing the stress and anxiety of the day…

The water came, but it was anything but relaxing.

The man barely had time to scream before the acid came rushing down; the sound was muffled, barely noticed by the man who now stood in the main room. His eyes were only for the Magnemite which was even now picking the lock.

A soft blip on the computer monitor; a reprogramming, wiping in seconds. The door swung open.

Satisfied, he removed the package, hefting it in his arms before tapping a green and blue Pokéball against it. In a flash of red immateria, it disappeared. Attaching the ball to his belt, he calmly opened the main door and walked out. After all, he looked just like any other Pokémon trainer.

A gust of wind blew through the open window, even as the clear acid in the shower swirled, gently down the stream of twisted misdeeds.

A/N: That's it. The next chapter's up, and it's a mass PokéBattle! Get ready for really cool fun!

And the total review count is now twenty. Hooray. I hope no one gets nightmares from the Tentor Fog incident in this chapter; I could've done a lot worse... heh.

Anyways, please review because I'm almost four hours late for bed. Woo. And just for the record, I'm really slow at using a PDA.