Not a Casual Call.

Lysander sat at his desk, sifting through piles of paperwork. The digital clock on the wall read 10:47. He glanced at it, then pushed aside his papers and reached for his computer. If he was going to do this, there would be no better time than now.

He turned the computer on and called Lysander Labs. The call rang several times, and then went to voicemail. Lysander frowned at his computer. He hadn't been sure anyone would still be up in the lab, but his head scientist, Xerosic, was known to stay up till two in the morning, and he had been counting on that.

He called again, this time calling Xerosic's personal number. This time Xerosic answered.

"Hello?" the head scientists asked through a yawn when he picked up.

"Xerosic? This is Lysander."

"Oh! Good evening, Lysander. Little late for a chat, isn't it?"

"This is not a causal call, Xerosic."

Silence on the other end of the line. "What do you need done, Lysander?"

"Do you remember a series of experiments you began several years ago regarding a mineral that could enhance a Pokemon's raw power?"

Xerosic paused, supposedly in thought, then after a while said, "If I remember correctly, we had to cease those experiments because we lacked enough mineral to complete any more tests."

"That is correct. Now what would you say if I told you I had found a way to retrieve more of that mineral?"

There was laughter in Xerosic's voice as he asnswered, "I would say, bring as much of it as you can get!"

"Excelent," Lysander said, "send Bryony and Celosia to help me retrieve it. If I remember correctly, it was one of them that caused our shortage of mineral the first time. Hopefully they won't repeat their mistakes."

"Hopefully not. I'll send them to Hoenn bright and early tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, Xerosic. Also, tell them before they leave that Alain is not to know of this mission."

"Of course Lysander, but, why?"

"I have my reasons."

"Very well, Lysander. He's your bodyguard."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight to you too." And with that, Xerosic ended the call. Lysander leanded back in his chair, staring at the blank screen with glazed eyes. Soon, the power of Zygarde would be so strong only a fool would even try to stop him. He could just see it now.