There was a loud knock at the door. Hilbert and Hilda turned their attention to the front of the room, grabbing their pokeballs. When the knocking stopped, they just stood to wait. They expected the door to burst open, someone or something knocking it off its hinges. But nothing happened, the banging ended and the door remained in its place. After some time, Hilbert was the one who decided to approach.

Slowly, he made his way to the wooden rectangle, nervous of what he might encounter. He grabbed the handle, which was a bit hard to grip, mostly from the sweat on his palms. He turned the knob, slowly. Once it couldn't turn anymore, he pulled back the door and jumped to the side expecting at least someone standing there. So naturally, he and Hilda were left confused when no one was there. Despite how he was feeling just a few seconds before, he peaked his head out of the doorway, to see if anyone was walking away.

He looked down and to his surprise, there was a pink messenger bag laying on the ground.

"What is it?" Hilda asked.

"Just a bag," Hilbert replied as he gave one last look around, in case anyone was watching him.

"Is that it?" she let her shoulders rest and placed the ball in her hand into her pocket.

"Wait, it feels like there's some stuff inside."

Walking over to the bed, he unzipped the bag and turned it upside down, letting its contents spill out on the sheets. To the two's surprise, sitting in front of them was now a small pile of money. They looked at the cash, then each other, then back to the money. Hilbert began smiling and was about to say something when Hilda ignored him and started scooping the money together. Moving it over to the nightstand she got all the bills lined up by tapping them on the table. When they were easy to hold, she began counting.

"The hell?"

"What?"

"It's five thousand dollars..."

"Well, it's not the first time we came across random money."

"The 'first time' you stole that money," she said matter-of-factly, to which he just shrugged.

"And this isn't random, someone left it there for us. Is there anything else in the bag?"

"Hm," he began scanning the inside, "Oh wait, yeah, there's a note."

"What's it say?"

"'Half upfront, the rest when you complete the job. Meet at the nearest pokecenter in one hour.'"

Hilda looked at her brother confused, while he turned his head at the paper in his hand.

"Meet who?"

"Doesn't say, just to meet and where to."

"What does it mean by 'job'?"

"Hilda, I know the same amount of information as you, stop asking me questions."

"Sorry if I want to know who left the money and why."

"There's no point in asking me questions. Just get ready to go."

"What?! You want to meet with them?"

"Uh, yeah."

"We don't even know who left the money, or why they want to meet with us."

"That's why we go meet them, to find out."

"But it could be a trap by someone, like whoever is behind that guy's murder. They could be coming for us now!"

"Relax, we have Houndour and Venipede, and after yesterday they're a bit stronger now. If anything happens, they'll protect us."

"Well, I suppose you're right," she said as she took a deep breath and stood up.

Ready to leave, Hilbert was the first one out the door, but right before he stepped outside, he turned his head to his sister and gave her a small grin. What most people would've seen as an insignificant action, Hilda, took it to have more meaning. That it was his way of saying things will be alright. And thus, all her worries about what might happen went away. She had faith in their pokemon and especially her brother.

In just a few minutes, and after asking for directions, they found the orange roofed building. They thought the place looked impressive on the outside, but upon entering, they were borderline in awe.

Trainers were coming and going at a breakneck pace, yet the single nurse joy behind the counter didn't look exhausted at all. She just kept helping with whoever was in need with a smile on her face. Even two clerks behind a blue desk looked like they were doing just fine despite how the lines seemed to fill up once they disappear.

The building itself was impressive to the two as well, two fully opened floors, the place felt somewhat empty when looking at all the unused space in the air.

Remembering they were here for a reason, they went to a waiting area. Sitting down on a bench, Hilbert leaned back and let out a sigh.

"Is something wrong?" Hilda asked as she went down next to him.

"Not really, I just wish we left the motel later, cause now we have to wait for the person to show up."

"I don't know why you're complaining, you wanted to leave right away."

"Well, how was I supposed to know that the pokecenter was just a couple blocks away?"

"We could've asked someone at the motel for directions, instead of just leaving."

"I thought it was gonna take longer."

"Wow, headline; 'Hilbert gets something wrong!', that's never happened before..."

The two continued their petty and pointless argument. Getting so distracted they didn't even notice the hooded person walking up to them until they announced themselves.

"Ahem!"

Hilda looked up surprised, she had no idea how long they had been standing there. Hilbert however, looked up to them, clearly annoyed.

"Can we help you with something?"

"If you want the rest of the money, stay quiet."

Realizing who the person was, and to keep the conversation from going completely south, Hilda immediately clamped a hand on her brother's mouth, keeping him from talking.

"Ignore him."

"I was going to. Now, on to business, follow me," the man said as he turned around and walked towards the exit. The two hesitate for a second, until deciding it would be best to do as he says.

Following him outside of the building he began walking down the street until he turned down into an alley. Again, the two looked reluctant. But still chose to go down the dark passage. The man stopped and turned to face them.

"Alright look, here's what I need you two to do," as he spoke, he began to take off his hood to reveal he had slicked down blue hair and took off his sunglasses to reveal bright blue eyes. Immediately, the two recognized this man.

"Oh my god! You're Cress!" Hilda said, well, more like yelled.

A/N - In the story, Hilbert and Hilda live in Striaton City.

"Shut the fuck up!" Cress hissed, causing her to cower behind her brother. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm trying to keep a low profile. Having some dumbass girl scream my name as loud as she could don't help that now does it?"

"Hey, do you want our help or not?" Hilbert chimed in.

"Whatever," Cress scowled, "Just keep her mouth under control. Now what I need you to do is make a delivery for me."

"That's it?"

"What did you expect? For me to have you guys do a hit for me? Just take this package and take it to where I need you to go. I can't exactly do it myself, even coming to the pokecenter can risk someone noticing me and I can't work with a crowd of wannabe battlers surrounding me."

"And someone finding out a gym leader is dirty would likely ruin some people's reputation so we have to do it?"

"That, and if someone as important as me gets caught being involved with any sort of crime, league officials would start investigating. And any ties I have will get found out, ruining almost every gang in the city."

"Really? Almost every gang?"

"I have a lot of connections."

Hilbert looked at Cress in a new light. If what he said was true, about having ties to every gang, then he should watch what he says to him. Someone has strong as a gym leader likely has a lot of pull, probably enough even get someone killed.

"So, what do you want us to deliver?"

"This," Cress said as he handed the boy a small parcel, "Don't worry about what's inside, just know that if you get caught with it, you're fucked."

"Yeah yeah, just tell us where to go."

"Do you know the Dreamyard? Just west of the Gym?"

The young teens stared at Cress, who looked back at them and let out a sigh.

"How do you not know?"

"Well, we don't go that much around the city."

"Yeah, we don't even live around here. Let alone that part of town."

Face palming, Cress reached into his pocket.

"Here take this, it's a town map. Should help you find it."

The map lived up to its name, showing all of Striaton, most of which Hilbert and Hilda have only heard about when watching the news.

"I'll be heading back now. You can probably make it there in an hour or so," Cress said as he put his glasses and hood back on.

With that, he left the dark alley, leaving the two alone. They looked at the small package, unsure of if they should go through with it. After thinking for a few minutes, the two decided it was the best course of action. All they have to do was make a simple delivery, then they get paid. Easy.

It took a little more than an hour, the map was straightforward, but the two still got lost. They had never been anywhere around the Gym. It was completely different from their neighborhood. Most of the buildings had multiple stories and were well maintained. Not to mention the number of people and children outside. They two tried to focus on getting to their destination, but something made Hilda stop.

In one of the yards, a couple was playing with their two children. A boy and a girl.

She looked at them and thought about her past when she was as young as the two kids. From what she remembers, she never had a moment like that. She had never experienced a parent's love.

"Hey, come on," Hilbert said, gently pulling her away from the scene. She looked at the happy family one last time, before having them disappear once she went around the corner. She hoped she never saw them again.

Another few minutes of walking, they made it to the entrance of the Dreamyard. Surprising to them, there was a slight path leading into it because children like to play there. They originally thought that it would've been an abandoned area and that they would've had to sneak in or something. But luckily for them, that was not the case.

There were some children and their pokemon running around, Hilbert and Hilda were careful to stay out of their line of sight. After a few moments, Hilda made a realization.

"Wait, who are we supposed to meet with?"

Hilbert mentally facepalmed. He forgot about a crucial point. Getting the package to its correct destination is one thing, but they also needed to give it to someone.

"God damn it..." he sighed.

"How did you forget to ask about the person we're supposed to meet?"

"Well, you didn't ask either."

"I didn't even really want to be here! You should've just been doing everything."

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm completely new to this!"

"Alright, alright. Let's just, look for someone who might be our guy."

The two scanned the nearby area, but only saw children with their parents or pokemon. Realizing that if they were expecting someone to deliver them something illegal, they would likely stay out of the public eye as well. Going through a semi-large concrete arch, they went deeper into the Dreamyard.

After a concerned parent told them about the wild pokemon in that area, and after they lied about being trainers, the two were finally alone.

They wandered around outside, not seeing anyone. They then found a set of stairs that lead underground and debated about going down it. Hilda insisted on avoiding it, but once Hilbert started walking down, she was quick to follow.

At first, the place was a little too dark to see, but eventually, their eyes adjusted and they were able to at least make out objects in the dark to avoid bumping into things. They took a few steps before someone called out to them.

"Hey, you kids!"

Two figures came out from a darkened area, and while the twins couldn't see their faces, the way they stood gave off that they weren't exactly happy with their presence.

"Did Bless send you?"

"Bless?" Hilda asked.

"Are you two not the ones making the delivery?" one of the two strangers said in annoyance.

Hilbert suddenly comprehended the situation. And he felt a little stupid for not realizing sooner.

"Oh, here," he said pulling out the small parcel from his waistband.

One of the men grabbed the tiny box and quickly opened it up. The man couldn't see, but he felt the object he had unwrapped in his hands. After the first man gave a small nod, the second one reached forward and handed Hilda a stack of bills. Feeling it's weight, she deemed it was the same as when she held the five thousand from earlier.

"Well, we're leaving now," Hilbert said while turning around.

"Fine, we don't need anything else from you."

The two were going up the stairs, with Hilda behind her brother, when one of the guys began snickering out loud and the other called out after her.

"Hey, girl! If you want to make even more money you should visit us alone sometime!"

Hilbert stopped and was about to turn around when Hilda pushed him forward. She didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes read "let's just leave" so he just gritted his teeth and walked into the light.

The trip back to the motel was uneventful, just a silent walk for the full hour or so. It was starting to get darker, as evident by the fewer people they saw out. The two decided to turn in, maybe leave for food and that was it. Hilda walked in after her brother, confused as to why he walked up to the messenger bag and once again emptied its contents onto the bed.

Confusing her even more, he then went to the dresser in which they keep the rest of their money and pulled the stacks out, which, after the motel and new clothes, was still over eighteen thousand. He undid the rubber bands, then tossed all the money on the bed. The small grin he had on his face quickly grew into a smile which then turned into laughter. Something he rarely did.

He threw himself onto the bed and while still laughing, began tossing the money into the air. Growing a smile of her own, she began giggling as well. Taking out the five thousand they just made and tossing it with the rest of the money, she then lied next to her brother and grabbed a handful of bills and stared at them while holding them to the light.

They were too focused on what they were doing, the fact that it was wrong had clouded their feelings. They were looking at the job in the eyes of the law and not what they truly wanted.

The one thing both had always wanted. The thing they had to steal to get by some nights. The thing that was gone almost as soon as they obtained it. What they always wanted and always thought they would never truly have.

Money.

While Hilbert wanted to protect his sister and pokemon, he did always wanted to pay for things. Not just steal all the time. He liked how it made him feel, spending his cash. Not having to deal with guilt.

Hilda, however, was still somewhat unsure of this lifestyle. She has always wanted to buy nice clothes, like the ones she would watch commercials for. The best she ever has gotten was a T-shirt with a gothitelle outline on the front. It wasn't even a shirt her parents had bought or one she managed to buy herself, she had stolen in from a friend she once had.

But now, she can buy whatever she wants. They both can. They looked at each other and silently agreed. They were going to continue their jobs. For as long as it takes.

Chapter four finally done! It would've been done about two or three weeks ago but was hella sick and couldn't write. Then when I would've been done last week school got in the way. But anyway, let me know how you feel about the chapter. This is also when the "crime" genre starts kicking in. I do have plans for what to do next but y'all know how I am with updating.

Oh yeah, before I forget, I'm looking for a beta reader if anyone is interested. Just PM me if you are.

Well, that's all for now, peace.

~~~Sikahdik.