It was times like this I wish I could snipe whoever or whatever drove me to do these things.
With Yaku on watch, I was checking out the base I was to infiltrate.
At first the idea of the base housing a Legendary Pokemon was ridiculous. For one thing the base was small, a single two story building surrounded by a large dome and a gate, only a few guards patrolling at any time.
But a prolonged look began to pick up things that weren't obvious at first glance. For one, the dome looked sturdy, despite the scorch marks that must have come from a previous assault it seemed undamaged. The few guards out at a time were well-selected too. A psychic type that most likely could detect anyone coming close to the base. A flying type who would remain grounded, but would probably go airborne when the psychic type detected an enemy. A Rock type, probably skilled and ready to fight if the enemy just wants to barge guns blazing.
…And I occasionally caught glimpses of something out of the corner of my eye. Most likely a Ghost Pokemon, or even a Dark type.
The shifts were short, and that brought another thought to mind as group after group of Pokemon entered and exited the building. It was far too small to accommodate so many, and nobody seems to have left. So that probably meant the building went underground, and all I could see was the tip of the iceberg.
I gritted my teeth, and then forced myself to exhale. 'Calm down, you always managed. There's always a way in. Look, they don't even care to leave the gate closed all the time.' Not that it mattered, getting close would alert the psychic and the gate would be shut quickly, or they might just let you in and kill you.
Alright, inventory check. I have some remote and timed explosives, some Pokeballs, food, the pair of binoculars that I was using, some basic medical supplies, a combat knife, my silenced pistols…
Without warning, the flying pokemon currently patrolling, a Pidgeot, shot out of the base.
For a moment, I thought I had been spotted, perhaps the current psychic's range of detecting was greater then the previous ones. But it became apparent that it wasn't the case. The base was in a valley, surrounded by mountains, and the land surrounding it was strangely barren, perhaps intentionally by the Rocket members, so the helpless Rattata was all too visible.
In a flash it was caught in the bird's talons, and whisked away to the patrollers.
And they tore it apart hungrily, devouring it all. Thanks to the rock type, not even bones were left by the end of it. The Pokemon that was always in the corner of my eye revealed itself too. An Umbreon that seemed all too happy devouring flesh. Could have sworn they were herbivores too…
Well, this is… interesting. Either they aren't well fed, or they have been trained to be rather bloodthirsty. Still, it gave me a few more bits of info. The psychic didn't move an inch in its patrol, nor did it move its lips, yet the Pidgeot knew that there was something out there; it had gone straight for it. So the Psychic doesn't go on the offensive in most cases, letting the flying do the work for it, using a psychic link to communicate where the targets are.
…Which is probably a bad thing, it means I wasn't going to distract the Psychic Pokemon easily. It was going to stay in the base, it was probably the one who closed the gate too.
Still, I might have an idea. First, I might go back to the good old days of Pokemon catching…