I do not own Pokémon
This story contains several ships, including some with OC's

YES I KNOW ABOUT THE GRAMMER ERRORS, HAVE NO FEAR, UPDATES WILL BE COMING SOON

If there was a single defining feature of Delta City, it was the thunderstorms. The sheer amount of rain that the storms dropped on the city was simply staggering. Every day, the inhabitants of the city would wake up and look outside to see the rain, go to work in the rain and head home in the rain. The rain was so intense that it had simply become a part of life in the ocean/river front city. The days when the thunder didn't crash and water refused to pour forth from the heavens we're a rare occurrence.

At night, Delta City became a ghost town. For the obvious reasons of low visibility, lack of streetlights on some roads and the danger of slipping, people choose to stay inside the comfort of their own homes on those nights.

"Except for me." Callen thought to himself as he stood on the roof of a deserted building. He shivered and pulled his coat closer, while still keeping his hand on his gun. Even though only a single group of people knew where he was that night, he was scared and close to panicking. The reason for him being on a deserted rooftop at night was reason enough, but the fact that tonight's thunderstorm was particularly brutal didn't help.

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning, and just for a second he swore he saw the figure of a person standing not twenty feet away. He jerked the pistol he had in his pocket up. Lightning flashed again, he looked at the spot and found nothing. He gave a sigh of relief. But that relief turned to panic when he realized someone was in fact, standing right next to him.

He jerked the gun up, but the figure didn't react. Instead he simply sighed and held his hands up.

"You asked to see us Callen…you can at least not shoot me, I'm only here to help" Said the figure.

"Trust me I'm not that scary one you get to know me," Kite said to Callen. His eyes were wide with fear, and Kite could see that he was on the verge of a panic attack. The gun in his hand was shaking. He would have to be careful or he would snap.

"I'm reaching for my identification papers" He said as he slowly reached into his coat. Callen watched him move, the gun momentarily stopped shaking. Kite pulled out a small note pad and handed it to him. Callen eyed it for a moment and quickly snatched it, and began looking through it. He then started to relax.

"Sorry," He mumbled as he tried holstering his gun, but the shaking in his hands was giving him a hard time, "can't be too careful."

Kite reached forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Deep breathes," he said simply. Callen nodded and slowly he began to calm down. Kite looked around for a moment, and then pointed at a small cluster of air conditioning units.

"Let's talk over there." They both walked towards the ac units and Callen sat down on one while Kite stood in front of him. "So what do you have that would cause my boss to send me out into the city on this lovely wet evening?" Kite asked him.

Callen didn't answer him, but he did pull out a small piece of cloth from his coat. Kite took it and examined it; it was nothing more than an old shred of sackcloth. Kite looked at Callen, feeling annoyance welling inside of him.

"What is…?" He began to say, but he stopped when the cloth caught the light. There was a symbol on it. But not just any symbol; it was two rainbow colored feather's making an X with a small pearl on the middle. It was the symbol of the Advent of Ho-oh Society.

"As you can-"Callen began, but was stopped when he was slammed against the wall by Kite. One hand was around his neck, the other was pulled back into a fist.

"You have a lot of explaining to do little man," Kite said in a low voice, "I should kill you right now".

Callen tried to say something, but Kite's grip was too tight. He loosened it only a little.

"I'm….gack, trying to defect!" He managed to get out.

"You people aren't really fans of that last time I heard."

"They…they…killed gahhh, my son," He spat, tears started to well from his eyes. Kite looked at him for one more moment then dropped him. Callen fell to his knees and gasped for air. He looked up at Kite who wasn't facing him anymore, but staring across the city before them. Callen stood up, and leaned on the wall.

Kite sighed and turned towards him "Revenge is not the prettiest thing in the world…but it's one of the most powerful, I believe you..." Kite sighed and adjusted the fedora on his head, it still was soaking wet from the rain.

"So you leave the cult because your son was killed by them, when?" He asked.

"During the July bombings…" Callen said his voice blank of all emotion.

"That was last year, why didn't you run out then?"

Callen reached into his coat and pulled out a binder and handed it to Kite. Kite took it, careful to try and not get the pages wet, opened it up and quickly scanned it.

"Wow…..In the ten years since this cult was formed we haven't even been able to acquire half as much of the information inside here…" He kept shifting through the papers, finding financial information, research and development and pictures of hieroglyphs ….

"Callen….who's this?" Kite pointed to a picture of a spiky haired teenager. He had found it in the back of the hieroglyphs section; so far it was the only photo of a person he had found.

Callen looked at it. "All I know is that they are focusing on this kid more than their other projects," he started to say, "but, why? I have no idea."

"Hmmm…" Kite closed the notebook and tucked it into his coat, "I should get you back to my safe house there you can-"

Ping-ping-ping-ping

Callen looked around. "Little bit hot to be hailing," he then jerked upright, before falling to the floor. Kite jumped forward and caught him. He wasn't moving, or breathing for that matter. Kite cursed and dropped him. Blood started to pool around his head.

Gunshots at night; someone is using night vision.

Kite crouched down behind an air conditioning unit, waiting. Looking around he saw the only way off this roof was a door….several buildings over. This was going to get ugly. Suddenly there was a flash of lighting that lit up the surrounding area. Kite took off like a rocket, jumping over the AC units and began running toward the door. If he was lucky, the lightning would have blinded the shooter.

He was already across the first roof top when he began to here dull pinging sound from the objects around him. He picked up speed and tried to stay close to the ground. Suddenly in front of him, a cluster of white projectiles sliced across his path.

"Crap! Bullet seed!" He cursed as he dove and rolled under them. Behind him he heard a loud explosion. Gritting his teeth he ran on. He jumped over a cluster of pipes, while he was in midair her heard something that almost made him miss his landing.

Even with the sounds of a thunderstorm, Kite could hear a voice yell, "Ryperior! Hyper Beam!"

"Oh shit!" From out of the darkness and rain, Kite saw a small spec of white light. It slowly got bigger and bigger before it shot out towards him.

Time slowed for almost a moment as he watched to beam of energy arc towards him. Gritting his teeth, he dove towards the ground and covered his head. For what seemed like an eternity, his back felt like it was being sun-tanned with a flamethrower. But as quickly as it started, it ended. He lifted his head up and listened. The pinging had stopped and all he could hear was the rain….and some voices in front of him.

"Did you just vaporize him?"

"I think I just did…"

"Well that's just great, Rai wanted him alive!"

"Look just shut up, let's go see if anything is left."

"Fine I'll single for Rick to get over here too, let's go."

From out of the darkness, Kite saw two men dressed in what looked like white robes walk towards him. Behind him, the bulky gray and orange form of the Ryperior was approaching too. Kite grinned. He stood up and took one of the poke balls off his belt.

"Hey he's still alive!"

Kite threw the ball towards them and, in a white flash, his wingman materialized. His Lucario looked up at the two men and the Pokémon. In his hands, there was a flash, and a long bright blue staff materialized in his hands.

Kite walked over towards him, "Can you take the Ryperior?"

His Lucario, Sange snorted, "Of course I can, fighting types do so well against ground types." he said sarcastically.

One of the men tilted his head, "It talks?"

Sange tilted his head and looked at him, "It talks?"

Kite grinned.

"Anyways," Sange looked at the Ryperior, "EN GUARD!" In one single move Sange was in the air, and flying towards the Drill Pokémon. He landed on top his head and slammed his staff down between its eyes; He just grunted and shook his head, causing Sange to jump off.

One of the men stepped forward, "Ryperior use-" Kite's fist stopped him from saying anything else. Ryperior turned around and took one look at his fallen trainer and let out a huge roar and began charging towards him.

"SANGE!" He yelled while spinning around and laying the other man flat with a roundhouse kick.

"We wouldn't have this problem if humans knew hyper beam!" Sange yelled while running towards the drill Pokémon. He swerved in front of him and brought his hands together to create a large turquoise ball. He released it ad it sailed into the charging Pokémon knocking him off balance. It let out a roar of pain before stopping. Sange ran toward him and unleashed a flurry of punches at its abdomen. It let out a roar and backed up a little. Sange jumped back and his fist began glowing blue.

"FALCOM…"Author: This isn't super smash bros…"…..damn it fine." He jumped towards the Ryperior and slammed his fish into it. It opened its mouth and let out a roar of pain. Kite by then, had had enough.

"Sange, get inside!" He yelled, making a dash for the nearest door. He jumped inside and slammed to door just as Sange was in too. He let out his breath and sighed.

"Least we got the Intel…poor Callen…" He muttered.

"Callen?" Sange asked.

"Our contact…don't you read the mission briefings?" Kite asked.

Sange shrugged and pulled out a small corncob pipe and lighter. He lit up his pipe and took a small puff. One of his ears twitched. Kite heard it to. Angry voices behind the door…and some down the stairway.

"GO!" He yelled, taking off down the steps with Sange behind him. He jumped down steps three at a time. The voices from down the stairways were getting louder. Kite stopped at a landing and looked down the stairs, then at a door behind him. He then looked at Sange and jerked his head towards the door.

Sange ran over to the door, "Knock knock!" He kicked it down, reliving a very surprised man. He was wearing the same robes the two men on the roof were. His surprised expression turned to shock as Sange dashed forward, grabbed him by the neck and slammed him face onto the wall. Sange hopped over his body and kept running down the corridor with Kite behind him.

"Any bright ideas on how to escape?" Sange yelled as they ran.

"I was thinking we do this he old fashion way, just beat our way out."

Sange laughed as they turned a corner, only to find them in front of a group of the robed men. Hands began reaching for poke balls but Kite and Sange didn't give them a chance. Kite dashed forward and jumped towards one of the walls. He quickly kicked off of it towards the group and landed on top of two of the men. The three of them crashed into the ground and kite quickly hopped to feet. He reached out and grabbed someone's arm; he quickly twisted it, being rewarded with a grunt of pain.

Sange took a different approach, and used quick attack to close the difference between him and the group. When he was close enough he jumped into the air and kicked the closest man in the face, dropping him to the ground. A fist flew towards him and he lazily moved his hand up, grabbed it and squeezed. He then put his foot forward and threw his assailant to the ground.

"Amateurs..." he muttered, taking another puff from his pipe. Kite got up and motioned him over.

"By now I think this building is surrounded completely and- AHH!" Pain exploded along his arm. He looked down and saw a long red gash on his bicep. He looked around. Down the hallway was a small army of the white robbed men. In front there stood a man with a smoking rifle. He raised it to fire again.

Sange already had other ideas planned. He grabbed his trainers arm and dashed around another corner just as he fired again. They began running back the way them came. Kite reached down and touched a poke ball.

"Sorry buddy," he muttered. Sange disappeared in a red light, not ever able to let out a bark of surprise as he was returned. He could hear voices behind him and he knew he had to hurry. He pressed another poke ball and in a flash of white stood a tall, graceful Gardevoir. Yet where it should have been green in most places, it was a light blue color.

"OK, Moon, can you teleport us out of here?" He asked. His Gardevoir let out a small bow and closed its eyes. Kite let out a small sigh of relief. Then his eyes widened. Behind moon was another group of men and each one of them had a gun. They aimed at him.

"CRAP!" He yelled and grabbed Moon around her waist.

"Gar?" She managed to say before Kite began running towards a window.

"Are you crazy?" He heard moon say telepathically. Kite ignored her and dove through the window, just as the robed men opened fire. Rain and small shards pelted his face as he began falling through the air. He could see the ground approaching fast.

"Moon, NOW!" Moon brought her hands together, and in a bright flash of light, they were both gone.