Chapter 7: A simple deception

Terry was standing in the doorway to Wattson's office when Emy noticed him.

"Welcome back master, did you have fun at the club?" she happily greeted him wearing a maid costume similar to Nene's. Terry's brain couldn't register that, he only looked straight at Wattson.

"Excuse me Emy, but I need to speak with Leader Wattson for a moment." He took long angry strides to Wattson crossing the large office in a matter of seconds.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked concerned by the look on his face.

"What the hell was that?!" Terry practically shouted at Wattson when he turned to greet Terry. "What kind of club was that?!"

"Terry what's wrong? What happened?" Emy walked up and grabbed Terry's arm growing even more concerned while Luna approached him unsure of what to do.

Wattson merely smiles, "I take it you didn't like club."

"Di-didn't like it?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" Emy and Luna were shocked they had never heard their tamer use language harsher than "hell," they were shocked greater by what they heard next. "They were auctioning off Pokegirls like pieces of furniture! How could anyone like that?!"

"That's a good reaction, lad." Said calmly as he sat down behind his desk and started to rummage through his drawers looking through the papers there.

"Hey don't ignore me, and what do you mean by 'good reaction?'" His voice lowered despite his anger rising again.

"I mean that I like how angry you get over this, and that you should. We've been having a problem with these criminals for a very long time. I've been trying to get these guys arrested for such a long time, but to no avail."

"Why haven't you been able to arrest them if you know what they're doing?" Terry asked as his anger finally drained from him.

"Take a look at this." He handed Terry an official document. On it was the report of an anonymous tip claiming that the illegal sale and violation of Pokegirl rights were taking place in the back of the casino. "We could not verify anything of what is on the report with hard evidence. All we have are eyewitness accounts and this tip which, sadly, does not make for a strong case." He sighed wearily, "Every time we tried to some evidence with a raid, they would clear everything incriminating out and just embarrass us, and when we tried sting operations the officer was always found out. We've begun to suspect there is a mole in the police force tipping them off. To top it all off the mayor pain in my ass as well."

"The mayor?" terry asked as he handed the report back to Wattson.

"Yeah he's just an appointed official from the league that likes to get in the way, and is exactly happy with the Pro-Pokegirl movement. Our league may not be the worse when it comes to Pokegirl rights but we're still leagues away from what your father and I would like to see. So lad now that you know that something which hurts your dream is happening, what are you going to do?"

"I want to stop them of course; I can't just leave them to auction off Pokegirls as if they were property."

"Now that's an answer I would expect from Norman's son." He said ginning in approval. "Listen closely lad, because this is important."

Leaving Wattson's office he returned Emy and Luna as he prepared himself for what he needed to do; going over the plan in his head multiple times. As Terry left the Pokegirl gym he was stopped by an officer Jenny. Standing at six feet tall she looked Terry in the eye with an unwavering gaze as she greeted him. Her sea green eyes were set into a determined gaze. Her light blue hair was tied back into a short ponytail that splayed out into a sunburst fashion past her tie. She wore a short brimmed cap with the Mauville police district medal featured in the middle of it. Her uniform fit well over her c cup breasts and gently curved hips.

"Hello, are you Terry?" she offered him a hand as he nodded his head. "I'm Justine. Leader Wattson called and informed me that you're going to help us take down that group working with Team Rocket in the back of The Game Corner." She led Terry halfway to the casino, "When your inside speak with the host, David, and tell him that you have a Pokegirl to sell, the rest will be up to you. Just make sure that he takes the ball."

"Okay… um, will I be wearing anything like a wire or something?" Terry asked as he fidgeted back and forth, going over what he was going to say to them when he entered.

"No they have some sensors that pick them up, so you'll be going solo on this one." She added with a reassuring smile, "Don't worry too much, you will do just fine, besides they're usually too blinded by greed to notice anything. Now it's time for you to get going." She gave him a reassuring pat on the back before pushing him along the road to casino.

Terry wasted no time wandering through the casino floor as he headed straight to the club door and presented his card to the bouncer once again he terry a short welcome back as Terry quickly entered the club. Once inside Terry scanned through the patrons looking for the man named David. The two men Terry saw before were still at the cabaret tables deep in conversation again, looking closer he noticed that the casual man was actually a tamer with a pokeball on the table in front of him. Harper was not in the club, but two other men had taken his seat at the couch. He spotted the previous host in the same spot at the bar as last time.

"Excuse me," Terry spoke in a low voice approaching him, "I'm looking for a man named David."

"You found him." The man turned around to face him appraising Terry as he spoke, "What can I do for you?" He leaned back with a fresh drink in his hand. His hair was gelled back as if he mistook himself for a model; he paired his expensive suit along with an equally expensive watch. No matter how Terry viewed him all he could see was an asshole; all the way from his expensive dress shoes to his neatly trimmed moustache. Anyone could easily see this man cared deeply about his appearance.

"I was looking to sell some merchandise." Terry nearly gagged on the last of his sentence but only stomached it because of Wattson telling him certain words would help him convince the people here. "I have something rare I want to get rid of." He could barely keep his face neutral at the very words he was speaking.

"Is that so?" David's eyes sharpened when he heard this, "Let's talk in my office." He led Terry to one of the doors next to the large viewing glass window. He led Terry down a plain hall way lined with closed doors. Stopping before one of the doors David pulled out a key cared and unlocked it letting Terry in first before closing it behind himself.

The office was not as big as Wattson's, only measuring about twelve by eighteen feet. At one end opposite of the door they just walked through sat a finely crafted desk. Off to the left hand side of the desk was a liquor cabinet with an antique carafe filled with a brown alcohol capped with a glass stopper was sitting on a tray complete with shallow glass tumblers. It's discusting how much money people like him can make. Terry thought to himself feeling the ire build up in him. When David offered Terry a glass, he declined not feeling the butterflies in his stomach were up to handling the burning liquid.

"What is it that you have?" David asked getting down to business as soon as he poured himself a glass.

"A Tesslass." Terry pulled out the ball and handed it to him. David looked at it briefly before pressing a button on the desk and picked up a clipboard off his desk. The shortly opened after that and a man who could only be described as the generic grunt walked in, and David handed the ball over to the newcomer.

"Where did you find her?"

"In the mountains outside of Verdanturf."

"Why do you want to get rid of her?"

"Does it matter?" Terry replied remembering Wattson's rules for lying. Don't volunteer anything, only give what they ask, and if you want to avoid a question ask one of your own.

"You're a tight lipped one aren't you?" David said sipping on his drink as he stared at Terry over the glass. There was a long nerve wracking pause as David silently stared down Terry, Terry could feel a bead of sweat run down his back and suppresses an urge to shiver.

"How would you like your payment, in cash or trade?" David finally asked breaking the tension almost causing Terry to sigh in relief.

"I'll… take cash." Terry figured that cash would likely be the one be the most incriminating.

"Hmm…" David looked down at his clipboard and pondered it for a while raising Terry's panic level again. "A Tesslass is worth a fair amount of money. Money we don't have on hand right now… How about this we offer you a lesser tradfe and cover the difference with what cash we do have?" Terry agreed wanting to end this as soon as possible.

"Take this one to the preparation room and bring my number eighteen," David addressed the grunt handing the ball over to him. "You sure you don't want a drink, you look kind of nervous." He said looking over at Terry, "Don't worry we're not trying to screw you over." He added with a short laugh.

"Ah heh… Yeah, uh this is the first time I've done something like this." Terry let out a short nervous laugh. David's eyes sharpened and a glint appeared in his eyes. Did I screw up?! Terry silently panicked under David's gaze. The grunt returned with a Pokegirl trailing behind him.

The Pokegirl could only have been five feet and three inches tall, with the three inches belonging to her vulpine ears unique to the kitsune breed of Pokegirls. Her ears were pulled back against her thick dirty blond hair cut to shoulder length. Her clothes were so rough and ragged they were almost rags; her normally bushy tale was matted and drooped to brush against the floor. Around her neck was a modified collar attached to a leash the grunt was holding.

"What happened to her?!" Terry exclaimed, as soon as he got a good look at the kitsune.

"Her name is Rosa. Mostly it's her fault, because she's stubborn." David replied sipping on his drink calmly as the kitsune gave him a brief glare, "But that just an indicator of how much of a fighter she is." David walked behind his desk and pulled out a stack of money from a safe under his desk, and started to write down something on a piece of paper. "So that is one kitsune, and ten thousand scl." He ripped out the paper and handed it to Terry. The grunt came over and gave Terry the end of the leash as it detached from the collar and retracted explaining that it would send out a remote shock if he pressed a single button.

"And that concludes our deal," David said succinctly and shook Terry's hand after giving him the money. "There is an exit out back just down the hallway. I hope to do some more business with you again." As Terry left the office the grunt approached David.

"Hey boss ya sure we should have made a deal with him? He could have been working with the cops."

"I don't think so our man didn't say anything about a sting today. Besides a cop would have known that a tesslass is worth far more than a kitsune, he was just some dumb green horn who just got screwed over. The next time he comes in send him to me." Putting down his empty glass he left the office and returned to the front. "Oh, and leave the tesslass to me. I want to break her in myself," The sound of his arrogant laughter fading away behind him.

Closing the door behind him Terry and sighed a breath of relief, before turning to the kitsune following him. Now what should I do with her? Terry felt troubled about the unexpected event of receiving Rosa as a form of payment. I think there is a clothing shop nearby or maybe a pokemart.

She eyed Terry cautiously as he pondered whether or not if he would have enough time to stop by a shop and buy her some decent clothing before heading off to meet up with Justine. Behind Terry Rosa spotted an Officer Jenny walking by and subtly started to inch toward her hoping that she could catch the Jenny's attention. This is my chance. I have to make it over to her before he presses that button. She nearly cried out in joy as the Jenny noticed them and started to walk over. Terry still had his back turned to her while he deliberated over what he should do with Rosa.

"Excuse me, but what are you doing back here?" The Jenny asked Terry and Rosa when she was less than six feet away, causing Terry to literally jump and make an intelligible noise startling her as well.

"Ah, h-hello how are you?" Terry turned around unnaturally with his voice shaking and his heart pounding in his ears.

She stifled a laugh behind her hand at Terry's reaction, "I'm fine doing fine Terry." She was trying hard to not laugh at him. "A little more nerve racking than you thought, huh rookie?"

"A little?! Justine I thought I blew it half way through!" He raised his voice feeling a little annoyed by her laughing at his reaction, which only made her laugh harder.

"Well you didn't we received the data without any problems."

"What is going on?" Rosa asked understandably confused at this turn of events.

"Who is she?" Justine asked Terry when she gathered herself up, putting on a serious look.

"They gave me her as payment for Aurora." He briefly explained what happened when he was inside the club. "Do you know how to remove this collar from her? I also want to get her a proper set of clothing."

"The collar is simple; there is a release button on the side of the remote that will unlock the collar." Terry handed over the remote to Justine and she simply pressed something on the side of causing the collar to whirr and click for a second before popping open and falling to the ground. Rosa rubbed her neck as she said thank you to them.

"Can someone tell me what is going on here?" Rosa asked again, "What is going on here? Who is this guy?"

"You didn't tell her anything?" She asked Terry raising an eyebrow.

"I couldn't find the time to do so."

"Well Rosa, Terry here is someone we sent in undercover to that club you were being held in. We sent him in so that he could go inside and retrieve some incriminating evidence and bring it back here, so that we could bring in the police and shut this place down."

"Speaking of which, the asshole gave me a bill of sale." Terry added pulling out the paper David handed him before he left, and gave it to Justine.

"So Terry is a part of the police or something?"

"No he is not. He is just a wandering tamer who couldn't stand the sight of this place." Justine answered while accepting the bill from Terry. "Alright I'm going to head over to the station and process this, Terry you should go back and talk to Wattson. Rosa come with me, we'll help you over at the station."

They left Terry behind in the alley, with only Rosa giving him a last look before leaving. Not wanting to loiter around there any longer he quickly made his way to Wattson's gym.

"It was a success." Terry reported to Wattson as he entered the office where he was waiting for Terry, "also what are you going to do about Aurora? We just left her there at that place; will she be okay by herself?"

"Don't worry too much, I plan to go and get her in just a little bit, I want the virus from when her pokeball opened to have enough time to get to their more important files. We plan on staging a raid in an hour." He said looking at the clock on the wall. "She's tough so there isn't any need to worry." Wattson added more to himself than to Terry.

"Wattson, I would like to be a part of the raid."

"Sorry Terry, but you are only a civilian," he cut off Terry before he could protest. "You can't get involved in this type of police operation, besides it may be called a raid but all they're going to do is just arrest the people they find there."

"Well in that case I would at least like to be there when the police start it. I want to see for myself that the Pokegirls there will be okay. It just doesn't sit right with me not being able to do something about it." Wattson frowned but in the end allowed him that much.

An hour later Wattson, Terry, and all of their Pokegirls met up with a small squad of Officer Jennys and their partners outside the back entrance to the club Terry walked out of only moments before. A Jenny and her partner stood on either side of the door waiting for the signal from the first team in the front. The second team who were with Wattson and Terry were to enter five minutes after the first team to catch the flee members off guard as they try to flee. There are two more small squads covering the other possible exits. After a long tense five minutes they finally get the signal to proceed, the Jenny looks over to her partner and after confirming he was ready she moved in front of the door and knocked it open with a solid kick that would have broken a normal human's bone. A surprised grunt fell flat onto his ass as the door flew open, the Jenny ran inside quickly subduing the grunt on the floor along with another turning to leave, but a third one turned around and ran before she could grab him. The rest of the team rushed in after her chasing after the running members. Wattson and Terry waited outside impatiently waiting for the all clear.

Once all of the members in the club had been subdued and hand cuffed the officers allowed Wattson's and Terry's groups into the building. As they walked through the hallway leading from the exit to the lounge they could see into the formally closed rooms that lined the hall. Some rooms were filled with floor to ceiling tall holding pen and devises the harshest domina would feel uncomfortable with using. Other rooms smaller than the previous ones were filled with wall to wall shelving, each shelf were designed with pokeballs holders. Most of these rooms were half filled with pokeballs; on the wall immediately next to the door were inventory lists. The door to the lounge was open and inside they could see the released Pokegirls being ushered out side by the officers. As they passed the last room before the lounge Annie ran from Wattson's side and straight into the room.

"Annie!" Wattson shouted chasing after his maggiemite. The others quickly followed after him as well. Once inside they found Annie burring her face into Aurora's chest as she hugged her.

"Hello commander, Nene," she simply greeted Wattson and Nene while petting Annie's head. "Were you two that worried?" she asked smiling after seeing the look of relief on Wattson's face.

"Yeah we were," Wattson looked around the room and noticed a knocked out grunt with a swelling face and his hair standing straight, "but, I guess we shouldn't have been."

"Of course not, I am more than capable of handling this small of a job on my own," her voice containing no small amount of pride. "But I'm still glad you came." She added in a low voice.

"Well Terry I finished what I wanted to do here. Will you leave as well, or do you have something else you want to do here?"

He looked to Luna and Emy for their opinions, they both shook their heads not wanting to be there any longer than necessary. "I think we leave with you. There's not much more that we can do, that the officers can do by themselves."

With that they all left for the Pokegirl gym with the newly reunited Aurora holding onto Wattson the whole way back. Outside the Gym Wattson stopped and turned to Terry.

"I think after what you did for us you deserve a badge." He started to rummage through his pockets looking for a Dynamo badge, but Terry stopped him.

"I would rather earn the badge by defeating you in a Pokegirl battle than as the reward for doing something."

"Well, in that case there should be something else we can give you." He looked down thinking about what he could give Terry as a suitable reward.

"You don't have to do something like that, I-"

"Nonsense," Wattson interrupted Terry's halfhearted refusal. "You did something to make this town a better place, and should be appropriately rewarded. How about this, before you leave go visit Rydle and tell him I sent you and you should get a new bike for free."

"Alright… I'll go see him before I leave then." Terry consented.

"Good. Now we'll meet again in the morning for your gym challenge, have a good night lad." The two groups parted ways with Terry's leaving for the Pokecenter and Wattson leaving for his home.

End of chapter 7

As always let me know what you liked and what you didn't. I'm also looking for someone to beta read for me, I really would like to make this better, but there is only so much you can do on your own.