Location: Iron Island, Sinnoh.

Current Situation: Team Galactic disturbance, steel-type pokémon rampage.

Operative Status: Green. Operative has followed her target to Iron Island and is currently keeping and eye on him in case of impending danger.

'Typical.' She thought. 'Out of all the places in Sinnoh he could go, it just had to be this place.'

She shook the thoughts out of her head. No, Fate and Destiny were always like this. What they choose to happen may sometimes look insane, but here was always a reason for it to happen.

For now, though, all she had to do was to flow with it.

The operative was a teenage girl of around 14. She had straight brown hair that reached halfway down her back with a long fringe that was swept to the left side of her face, covering that eye completely. On said side of her face was a thin plait resting on that long fringe covering her left eye. Two short strands of hair hung above her right eye, which annoyed her because she could not brush them away as they would just spring back to their place. She gave up tidying them a long time ago.

Her right eye, which was not covered by her fringe, was sharp and piercing. It was brown, almost hazel as it had tints of green. She had a small sharp nose and brown eyebrows, now frowning.

She wore a red dress which ended just above her knees, and a white neckerchief which rested on her left shoulder, bearing a strange, red sign. The dress had three light red elastic zigzags just above her waist and the dress was short sleeved. On her feet were knee-length beige boots, with a strange sign (different from the last) engraved on the outsides, to make them more interesting. What was left visible of her legs (which were her knees) was covered by black leggings. She clutched a small black laptop to her chest with one hand while the other rested on a white shoulder bag, which crossed behind her from where the strap lay on her left shoulder. The bag had a red pokéball sign on it and seemed full to bursting with things jammed inside.

The operative was flying on her trusted Togekiss, following a ferry bound for Iron Island at a safe distance. She then made a face a slight amusement, which greatly contrasted the previous look of confusion and determination.

'We'll just have to see how this plays out then.' She said with a smile, 'Won't we?'

'Yes, we will.' Lucario answered.

The male Lucario behind the operative was the girl's pride and joy. She had discovered his telepathic abilities upon capture, which Lucario had had as long as he could remember. Ever since his willing capture as a Riolu, the two had become fast friends, causing his evolution to a Lucario at a young age. From then on, Lucario was the girl's most valuable asset, and he walked with her for her company.

Just a few moments ago, Lucario had been coincidentally having the same thoughts as his trainer, but her reassuring words had left him at ease. She was right; they'll just have to see what happened next.

A sudden horn jolted Lucario from his train of thought. The ferry had just docked in Iron Island's harbour and the passengers, including the target, disembarked the boat. It always amazed the two that the target could always meet and make friends like it was his profession. Lucario had never really had much luck with friends, considering the circumstances in which he joined the girl's team, and again, according to the girl, sociability was never the girl's strong point either. They were never a sociable pair, more like the shy and nervous ones.

But to the operative, what amazed her most was the fact he could pull off amazing and brave feats, even at the age of 10. She had never seen such kindness and purity in someone before and ever since the events of Cameron Palace and after, she was certain of whom he was.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the target, asking the male friend on his right where the pokémon centre was.

The target had two friends travelling with him at this moment in time. One of them, the male friend he was addressing, was tan with brown spiky hair and was about 15. Hew wore a brown and orange vest over a green t-shirt, with beige trousers. His most noticeable feature was his eyes, which were so slit like you couldn't even see them. The operative always wondered how he could see at all.

His female friend on his left, however, was a 10 year old spritely girl with blue hair held with three yellow hair clips. She had blue eyes to match her shade of hair and pale skin with soft features. She was wearing a pink and black dress so short that the operative would feel uncomfortable wearing it, much less a 10 year old rookie co-ordinator. She wore pink boots, with black knee high socks underneath, and was clutching a Piplup in her arms.

Yes, it never ceased to amaze the operative duo what the target could do, but then, that was why he was the target. Because his talents were nothing short of amazing.

The three had, by now, found the pokémon centre and had quickly rushed inside. The girl, however, landed outside in the shadows of the trees, next to a window so she could see what was going on.

She stepped lightly from Togekiss' back, her Lucario following her lead. Togekiss folded her wings and purred happily.

The girl produced a pokéball from her bag and enlarged it.

'Thank you, Togekiss. Return.' She said kindly as Togekiss was transformed into energy and stored inside. Together, she and Lucario watched the goings on inside the pokémon centre.

From what she know, the trio had come to the island, responding to a call from yet another friend, one with blonde curly and spiky hair who was very hyper-active and definitely needed medication. The trio had desperately begged the boy to let them help him in his crisis, which coincided with the crisis of Iron Island, where the boys' Empoleon had gone berserk and on a rampage. It was currently under observation in the pokémon centre, along with lots of other steel-types.

It seemed, though, that his trainer had already left to try and solve the crisis on his own, instead of waiting for the target. Of course the target wanted to help; it was the target after all.

The trio had now decided to leave and find their friend. Always willing to help.

As the group proceeded to leave and find their friend, the operative recalled Lucario into its pokéball, not wanting it caught up in the steel-type crisis.

She watched the target and co. walk towards the centre of the island, where lay the untamed rocky land which gave its home to many steel-type pokémon. The many steel-type pokémon rampaging and location of many mysteries she knew were yet to be discovered.

'And yet you never cease to amaze me, Ash.' She said quietly.