>>5594512>>5594514>>5594516"Alright, change in plan." You say as you tab out of the manual and stow your pkedex.
"Huh?" Holly asks.
"Apparently, the cached GPS data from my pokedex got accessed and Detective Winters confirmed there's a mole in the League, so Team Green probably knows where we are." You explain. "I'm going to eat, then I'm going to set more traps.
"Should we move?" Holly asks, sounding nervous.
"Nah, it took us a while to get here with Latias and Latios and they were flying over some pretty rough ground. We ought to be good for a while, at least." You reply.
Holly makes a face, but nods.
"I'll send Cotton to scout for another campsite anyway. Just in case." She says.
"Fair enough." You nod, before you focus on meal prep again.
Lunch doesn't take long. You give Fie's Houndoom a pat and a few fresh pokeblocks for all the good work, then you make a few preparations in case you do need to tear down the camp in a hurry.
You look over towards the pond, only to see one of the Swamperts sticking its head out of the water as Checkers talks to it, apparently relaying a warning about the danger Team Green presents, before the huge pokemon submerges again with barely a ripple.
Holly sends Cotton off to scout and has Latios patrolling the forest near the clearing, invisible as you set off through the trees with Rascal.
Earlier, you were doing this with Latias, but paranoia's got you being cautious.
And as your old Ranger instructor once told you to, you trust your gut.
You set up extra traps on the south and east approaches without incident, but you're just finishing up your first new one on the northern approach - a trap hole - when you here a yell of surprise from further to the north.
You go prone just off the side of the game trail that constitutes a path and listen out carefully.
"Guess we're on the right track." A woman's voice says.
"String shot thread... yeah, this is definitely that stupid farm-boy's handiwork." A man's voice says. He sounds kind of nasal and high-pitched. Actually, on second thought, you can't tell if it's a man's or a boy's.
"Will you two hurry up and cut me down?!" A third voice, an irate man's, shouts, clearly audible. "Arceus, I can't wait to beat that smug prick to a paste!" There's a lot of venom there. This must be another thug you've floored in the past. "And that fucking Sewaddle!"
You make a mental note to prioritise that voice's owner if you somehow cross paths.
"Relax, the Sewaddle's the least of our problems. All of us have Golbats, remember? It's the Hakamo-o I'm worried about. Apparently it tried to kill Kyle. I mean, he pissed himself, so I believe him."
"Ugh, trainers are monsters in the first place, but what sort of psycho sets a Dragon-Type like that on someone?" The woman says.
"I say we hit him with Toxic." The man says as there's a thud as he drops to the ground.
"Nah, Stun Spore. You ever been hit with that stuff? Shit's awful." The second speaker says.
(Part 1)
