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<Hey, hey, easy man. Be cool. He's got our money. Don't fuck this up.> You stare intently at the side of Dan's head, trying to literally will him into calming down over the money. (It's the least you can do with your even more limited psychic potential. Anything stronger than a Confusion is just asking for a pulse-pounding headache and a bad time. There was this time you tried a full blast Psywave at your shift supervisor but then—)
<span class="mu-i">This fucking contractor shit back in cargo...</span> Dan's thoughts simmer and seethe beneath his expressionless look, but he manages to put a lid on it after a long pause. He breathes out slowly, relaxing at last. He's gonna be fine.
>"Hey, weren't there two other Pokémon or something? What happened to them?"
Dan turns the conversation to different matters. Mr. Foster has already stood up and is currently checking on the fallen banker since you started "talking" to your brother. He turns his head and there's a glint of wicked light in the darkened lenses of his mask.
"Pfffttt, ha ha ha." Mr. Foster stands back up again and starts gesturing animatedly with his length of bent pipe. "Spies, bloody useless! I knew that lizard cunt was going to try and circle around for a backstab with his barb, all sneaky beaky like, so my partner here flushed him out with a nice and toasty Fire Spin. Invisibility and that Keclokeon trick with the shed skin does piss all when he keeps being lit on fire."
Dan nods slowly and appreciatively with his arms crossed, vividly recreating the violent scene in his mind. You really missed out on a lot when you got knocked out.
Mr. Foster makes crawling motions with his hands. "Lil bugger tried to come at me next, but then I jabbed at him like this" —he suddenly snaps his pipe hand upwards, like a duelist flicking his rapier (and you warily note the sudden burst of Dark-type energy at the tip)— "And down he goes! 'S like catching rats, you get better at killing rats every time one tries to put a hit on you."
Your employer raises a hand to his face and sniggers nastily through his elephant-like gas mask at his personal joke. "Now, the other gemmy bloke stalled a bit too hard. Didn't move a finger even after Mr. Roster here lit him up like a fag."
Mr. Roster lets out a noise that goes "graaaooohhhh" and lets out a puff of flame, clearly pleased with himself. For a 'mon in a mask, the walking flamethrower somewhat manages to look awfully smug.
"And that's the end of that. Any questions, children?"
"Nope." You look at Dan, then shake your head for a "no" as well. <span class="mu-g">Your employer puffs out his chest, happy that you two gave him your ears.</span>
