The Bayleef was on the floor, unhurt. It shook itself and climbed back into the ring. Kyisha sighed in relief.

Brale crouched down, digging her claws into the mat. She began glowing. A field of green light grew around her. A beam shot out of her head, striking the Skarmory on the chrome skull.

Kyisha stared at her. "What was that? A psychic attack?"

"Cobber does not think Skarmory can be affected by that."

The Skarmory shrugged, then leapt at Brute.

"Brute!" the Bayleef cried, falling sideways.

Brale charged at the Skarmory, clawing at its metal frame. The #&0cussword0%# *& dodged the attack.

"Brute! Eni! Brale! Attack the Skarmory!"

Kyisha's three pets commenced their attack.

Brale stepped forward, buried its claws into the mat, and a blue beam of light shot out from its forehead. It seemed its psychic attack was operating properly for once, but the Skarmory was not affected.

The Arcanine jumped at the Skarmory, knocking it down. The robotic bird did not get back up. Wolf Dago put it back in one of his Pokeballs. He sighed, approached Kyisha, and gave her a firm handshake. He then climbed out of the ring and walked out of the gym.

"Yaay!" Cobber cried. "Good job, Kyisha!"

The lights went out.

"What was that?"

Kyisha looked around the darkened gym.

"Did someone forget to pay the power bill?"

"Ow! Hey!"

There were sounds of a scuffle, and chairs clattering to the floor.

The lights came back on.

Kyisha saw the red panda holding the warthog in a headlock, giving him a solid pounding. "Stay out of my pockets, you greedy thief!"

"But my hands weren't in your pockets! That was someone else!"

"Likely story!" The red panda hit the warthog in the head, knocking him to the floor. "I won those ten dollars fair and square, and I'm keeping them!" The critter walked out of the room.

"My briefcase! It's gone!"

Kyisha looked over the side of the ring and saw a short bald man in a labcoat. There was a worried expression behind his large glasses. He paced the room, searching around chairs and rings. He came up to Cobber and said, "Excuse me, Miss, have you seen my briefcase?"

Cobber frowned. "I am not Miss, I am Cobber. Where does man be seeing briefcase before?"

"I just had it! It was in my hand! I fear someone stole it!"

"Can man be describing what briefcase is looking like?"

"Well, it was black, leather, with a Pokecube embossed on it."

Cobber sighed. "Cobber is sorry. Cobber has not seen anything like short man's briefcase. But Cobber will be looking and Cobber will be letting man know if Cobber is finding anything."

"Thank you," said the short man. "I would truly appreciate it. My name is Professor Bubbles." He dug in his pocket, taking out a small square of paperboard. "Here is my card. Give me a call or an instant message if you see anything."

Cobber nodded. "Cobber will do!...May Cobber ask what was in briefcase?"

Professor Bubbles nodded. "I am not permitted to discuss the particulars, but the briefcase contained highly classified documents and computer files concerning a recent development in Pokemon research. I would appreciate it if you would return that briefcase to my office if you find it." He then went about searching the gym again.

The labcoated figure took out a small device from his pocket, waving it around. It started making beeping sounds when he pointed it at Kyisha. "I knew it. There is something unusual about your Pokemon. I have seen this type of phenomenon before. I came into this gym for the express purpose of studying them and delivering my findings to the Pokemon board." He sighed. "But first we must find that briefcase before something terrible happens."

Kyisha nodded. "I'll help you. But first, do you know of anyone who would want to steal your briefcase?" She returned her Pokemon to their Pokeballs, keeping Eni out. "Or anyone who tried getting the information out of you?"

Professor Bubbles shrugged. "It could be anyone. This is a busy gym. I only brought my briefcase in here because the gym is on the way to the lab. I wanted to take a break from my work and watch a few fights. It was a mistake. Some thug probably thought it contained money or something." He sat down on a chair, staring at the floor. "What to do? What to do? If it ends up in the wrong hands, the information contained in that briefcase could demolish an entire country!" He buried his face in his hands. "What to do?"