"I see. You all seem to have very good Pokémon." Michael said, admiring the, to him, rather unique teams. There were still a lot of Pokémon left for them to possibly catch, but they all seemed to be at least fairly experienced. "Though, Rudy..." The Professor glanced down at the boy, finding it mildly odd that he didn't have a Pokémon of his own. Was it simply due to him not being able to obtain one, or was there another reason? Michael shunned the thought of the latter, and continued. "Giving you don't have a Pokémon, and we're going to take a look inside the Daycare... Would you perhaps like to see if you could find a Pokémon to call your own?" He asked, gesturing towards the window. "I know they all look quite rowdy, but they are a bit calmer when it comes to people."

Though Michael had been distracted and didn't notice, Desmond raised an eyebrow at the way Jason was acting. "Are you alright?" He asked, mildly concerned, as he hadn't seemed the most excited after speaking of his Pokémon. It was odd, to say the least. What could make him act like that? Desmond paused, thinking back to the Shadow Pokémon conversation. Maybe he was just scared of that...? [I]'If it's all over, then what is there to fear?'[/I] Desmond looked away, unsure of what to think on the matter. He had the impression that Jason might have been hiding something, but passed it off as him just overthinking it.

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[Center][B]Meanwhile, along the road to the Pokémon HQ Lab...[/B][/Center]

A rather large truck sped down the road, kicking up dust behind it as it quickly approached the lab, not concerned for anything in it's path. The driver kept his eyes on the road, while the passenger, a rather lanky man, relaxed as much as he could throughout the ride. He had a look of disapproval on his face, as they hit a bump in the road, bouncing him up and causing him to hit his head on the back of his seat on the way down. "Be careful, would ya?!" He shouted irritably, grumbling complaints under his breath as he adjusted himself, sitting strait. The sound of a phone ringing soon interrupted his complaints, and he calmed himself as he pulled out his phone. He sighed, answering it. "P here, what's goin' on?"

[B]"Don't act casual when addressing me."[/B]

The man's eyes widened behind his sunglasses, as he stuttered his response. "B-Boss! Heeey, I would have never done such a thing if I had known it was you!" He said, as an excuse. "So what's got you so worried about this lab that I hafta' come all the way out here with these low-league grunts? I could be doin' much better, cleaner, and more enjoyable work back in Realgam right now."

[B]"You think that this will be as easy as going in and completing your task? A very powerful trainer resides here, he could handle all of the fodder I sent with you by himself. Do not underestimate the trainers that reside inside the Lab. Or they'll easily see to your defeat. And you know how I respond to failure."[/B]

"Yeah, yeah. I've got this covered, don't you worry." A smirk crossed the man's face. "They'll never know what hit them. I'll see to it that they are left frozen solid for eternity, heh." His words had probably fell on deaf ears, giving the fact he was left alone as soon as he finished. He shrugged, putting his phone away, before glaring at the driver. "C'mon! Move it! I ain't got all day to waste on these lab junkies and their 'powerful' trainer."

He was satisfied as the truck began moving faster, leaning back and keeping his smirk.

[I]'We'll see just who this powerful trainer is... Probably a pushover, but it might at least be a bit entertaining.'[/I]