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With cities come pests, and Uberrime has its fair share of annoyingly domesticated Pokémon. Pichu and Elekid form strange social packs, working together to rifle through the bits and pieces left outside of diners and cafes. Helioptile, originally introduced to feed on the massive Pichu infestation, are now just as big of a nuisance, sunning themselves on the stone sidewalks and occasionally snacking on the overweight Pidove that flock to Uberrime. Pawniard trained by the local branch of Rangers work to keep crime - at least, the obvious kind - to a minimum. Uberrime's official bird is Pidove.
The very definition of opulence, Uberrime is packed to the brim with shining metal buildings, bustling shopping centers, and the latest in technology from researchers around the island - and even from other regions. Far and away the most advanced city for miles, Uberrime boasts a multi-story gym, highlighting and -type Pokémon, along with an alternative route through which those less inclined to fight can answer puzzling questions to advance. Those with scientific interests will be right at home, especially researchers, who will no doubt find work in any field they please. Breeders, however, may find themselves up a proverbial stream without a proverbial paddle, as Uberrime's population is inundated with the latest in pure blooded oddities and attractive award-winning Pokémon. Oddly, Uberrime seems to have no discernible culture, nor has it ever...
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Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Jul 3 2018, 04:30 PM
It was late on a Wednesday night when the rickety truck drove past the warehouses at the docks under starless, moonless skies which were as murky as the path ahead sparingly lit by what few streetlamps were working in this part of the city.
There was no music playing on the radio as Sirhan drove towards the depot with Saladin curled up in the passenger seat and even with the knowledge that the rest of the team weren’t far behind him and were spreading out to circle the area, it didn’t make the tension any less palpable.
“The hell is that stuff you’re chewing?”
The Lucario piped up, nose wrinkling slightly as he watched the Ranger spit into an empty soda can in the vehicle’s cup holder.
This was unusual behaviour but given that he was wearing a heavy collar and Sirhan was sporting a ratty jacket smelling like an ashtray that looked as though it had been filched out of a dumpster with greasy hair pulled back into a slick ponytail, everything about tonight was unusual.
“Coffee grounds. They’re suppose to mimic chewing tobacco.”
The undercover Ranger explained briskly.
“If you’re going to pretend to be scum, you better go full hog.”
“And this scum don’t do the real thing ‘cause?”
“This scum don’t like the probability of mouth cancer or his Amma’s joota in his face.”
The Lucario nodded sagely which prompted a small chuckle from the man that broke the tense atmosphere just in time as they finally came up to the massive, brightly-lit warehouse which was currently under investigation.
Sirhan murmured as he subtly reached for the seat to grip Saladin’s paw firmly.
“Ready to pitch in your Oscar performance?”
The Lucario licked his paw and slapped it on his partner’s head, slicking back the man’s greasy-looking hair even more.
“I’ll leave you enough room for Best Supporting Actor.”
Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Jul 3 2018, 04:34 PM
As they came up to the guardhouse, four men stepped out from the shadows with eyebrows arched in suspicion and shoulders raised in a manner that told Sirhan they were ready to jump him at any time.
“What do you think you’re doing here? This is private property.”
The first guard, seemingly the leader of the crew stated firmly and shone a flashlight into the front of the old truck as Sirhan rolled down the driver seat window.
“I’m on business.”
The incognito Ranger drawled as he put the gearshift into neutral for a moment.
“Word on the street is you’ve got some interesting merchandise. The kind my boss got his eye set on.”
He could hear the guards shift uneasily at his words though the lead man ‘tch’ed dismissively before waving him off.
“At 11pm on a weeknight? Get outta here before I call the cops.”
Came the warning though Sirhan wasn’t taking it to heart as he rustled in the footwell for something before pulling it out.
“You sure ‘bout that?”
He inquired casually, hoisting the duffel bag at the edge of the car’s window and unzipping the top to reveal the stacks and stacks of hundred-dollar bills inside and immediately the guards stood up straighter and stared at him keenly like a group of hunting hounds picking up a scent they couldn’t resist.
“This is Uberrime City, everyone knows there’s no off-hours on business. Just depends on the kind of business you got but hey! Maybe I got me the wrong address. S’cool, I’ll be on my way.”
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Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Jul 3 2018, 04:41 PM
Even in the sudden hush that fell upon the guards, Sirhan could see the leader of the lot’s hand twitch with the internal struggle just as he was changing gears into reverse and getting ready to leave.
“One second. Hold on.”
He held up his hand before ducking into the guardhouse quickly to page security inside the building and while Sirhan couldn’t hear what was being spoken, the fact that no weapons were being trained on him was a good sign.
“Is that a yeah or a nah, I don’t have all night.”
He called out after several minutes had passed while the decision was being deliberated.
“Alright alright. Step out and let me see some ID.”
Sirhan spat in the can once more before opening the driver side door and flipping the fake ID out from inside his wallet to hand it over to the lead guard who looked it over with a cursory glance, taking down some details before handing it back to him.
“Hassan Osmani. You’re gonna leave the truck with my men here while I take you inside.”
There were fake license plates in the back of the truck which clattered to the floor noisily as the guards climbing inside of it inspected the grotty wooden crates which housed a small shipment of counterfeit Pokeballs missing the official safety seal of the company which made them.
As the undercover Ranger was carefully pat down and inspected to ensure that he wasn’t hiding anything on himself, one of the younger guards turned his attention to the hulking Lucario who skulked out of the truck and was emitting a low-frequency rumble that while non-threatening still filled them with a deep sense of unease.
“What the hell’s he suppose to be?”
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Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Jul 3 2018, 04:47 PM
Sirhan rolled his eyes dramatically at their reaction to his partner—-or in this situation, his attack dog—-before explaining the creature’s purpose in a manner which made it seem like the most obvious thing in the world.
“What’s it look like? That’s my insurance policy. Ain’t packing no lead out of goodwill here man, but I ain’t stupid. Lelaps—-“
Saladin’s low, rumbling growls suddenly kicked up a notch as his pulled his lips back and bared his fangs in a vicious snarl, snapping in the direction of one of the guards who had tried to reach for him and missing the man’s fingers by a hair’s breath.
He raised his hackles, the fur on his back bristling as he lurched forward and was just about to leap for another guard who had their weapon drawn when the sound of electricity crackling in the air had him writhing and twisting in agony on the ground.
Amidst his yelps, Sirhan lashed out with a kick right into the hound’s ribs for good measure and the expression on the younger guards’ faces were a combination of awe and horror both, ostentibly on the fact that someone could have that kind of power over such a beastly animal.
“He’s a brute, but he knows who the alpha here is. Just be cool, don’t touch him and everybody’s going to be alright. Ain’t that right Lelaps ol’ buddy?”
At his feet the low growling continued though the Lucario shuddered bodily as he stood up and kept still with his head bowed while Sirhan pocketed the remote.
“See? We all got an understanding.”
“You packing any more insurance policies like that?”
The eldest of the guards inquired gruffly, keeping an eye on Saladin just in case with his grip firm on his weapon.
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Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Jul 11 2018, 08:27 AM
In response, Sirhan held up the second Pokeball in his possession and released the creature within to a blinding flash of light that made the rest of the men surrounding him take several steps backwards in anticipation of something similar to the hulking Lucario who could so easily rip their faces off.
Instead, they were treated to the sight of a dumpy little Gible who stared at them anxiously and stayed close to her master’s side.
She didn’t have a collar or a harness on but her temperament was far more subdued as she looked obediently up to Sirhan for instruction.
“Terrifying, I know.”
Sirhan deadpanned as the slung the bag of money over his shoulder.
“She’s my intern. No time for orientation, she gotta learn on the job in this business. We good to go?”
“My boys will take care of the truck. You three, follow me.”
The lead guard beckoned for them to come with him while one of his men boarded the vehicle to drive it up to the loading area and there was no hesitance to do as they were asked as Sirhan, ‘Lelaps’ and Srikandi wordlessly followed after the man who lead them to the main entrance of the warehouse.
As said man communicated with the people inside through the intercom which buzzed with random bursts of static, the Ranger kept what seemed like a respectful distance away though in truth it was just far enough for him not to be overheard by the guard.
“How’d I do.”
Saladin growled even as he kept up the gait and stance of a feral animal and Srikandi looked him over concernedly.
She was lucky to have been kept back from playing bad people like her Baba and her big brother had to do, but seeing Saladin like this was was still scary when she’d known him to be nothing but gentle with her.
“The agonized twitching was on point right?”
Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Jul 11 2018, 08:32 AM
“Double you up for some Golden Globes because you bagged and tagged that one.”
Sirhan whispered back proudly with the ghost of a smile as he placed his hand on Saladin’s neck, subtly ensuring that nothing had fallen or chipped off the collar during their little two-man act.
“You still alright?”
“What, from that kick? Spike hits harder than that.”
Said the Lucario with a growing smirk that would have looked like a leer under poor lighting to anyone else as he reached out with a foot to scratch the sweet spot behind his ear while they watched the head guard debate with someone in the security room.
“I’m steady, Bhai. Phase one set, snarling into phase two.”
Whatever the problem was, it resolved itself quickly as the Lucario’s ears were honed on to the sound of the steel grate rolling up to admit them into the building even as several more guards—-eight in all who were armed—-made their presence known, perched like hawkish sentinels on top of an overhead bride just above the entrance which liked the second floor together.
Sirhan worked quickly, a hand in his pocket fiddling with the remote to activate the camera and wire inside Saladin’s collar which he tapped his knuckles on eight times seemingly to check that the blasted thing was working properly though in reality it was warning the police and Rangers who were listening in from their mobile stations on the number of armed personnel inside.
Sensing that eyes were trained on them out of curiosity, Saladin stiffened before playing his role as ‘Lelaps’ once more; he let out a loud snarl and shook his head vigorously, feigning irritation which earned him a sharp slap in the back of the head from Sirhan who slipped right back into character to admonish him.
While the Lucario took it in stride—-they’d watched enough pro-wrestling to make it look legitimate even as Sirhan only lightly cuffed him——at his feet the tubby little Gible flinched bodily, having never seen her Baba strike anyone before and trying her best to process it all.
This was acting, that was all there was to it.
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Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Jul 18 2018, 05:20 PM
“Stay still you fucking idiot or there’s a lot more where that came from.”
Sirhan growled audibly enough for the heard guard to hear as the man turned around and gesticulated for them to follow in his stead.
The incognito Ranger and his Pokemon trailed after their guide into the depths of the warehouse, and asides the armed guards, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
They were led past the loading bay where a flee of trucks were parked bearing the company logo and a few drivers were gathered around some late night drinks while waiting for their next assignment. A right turn took them to the massive storage hall three storeys high and packed with steel shipping containers, some which were bolted and padlocked several times over and Sirhan began to wonder what it was Argonautilus Industries actually traded in.
A glance overhead revealed a multitude of CCTV cameras, all linked no doubt to the main security room which he spotted on the second floor in the left wing and Sirhan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to remember the floorplans of the warehouse which they had managed to finagle from City Councils’ records; they had plotted out his escape route if things went wrong but only for the floors with plans that had been officially submitted.
His task at hand took precedence over his concerns however as he tipped his chin up towards the security room and it was Saladin’s cue to do the same so the camera could capture it. More casual tapping commenced as he kept count of the guards he saw keeping post outside the room and along the second-floor corridors.
“This way. The boss will see you at B2.”
Behind a set of steel doors, they had reached an elevator shaft wide enough to fit a car and here the head guard motioned for them to step inside, and there was the catch they couldn’t plan for; a basement floor that hadn’t been approved or built in secret and from here on he knew from here on the only support he would have down there was the hulking hound next to him and the little dragon trying her hardest to put on a brave face.
Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Jul 18 2018, 05:23 PM
Regardless of his anxiety, the Ranger gave the man a casual fingergun of thanks before he heard the groan and screech of gears and machinery come to life as they slowly began to descend into the darkness below and as the elevator cab made its way down, Sirhan turned to Saladin to make a few quick adjustments to the Lucario’s collar under the dim glow of of lamps attached to the sides of the cubicle; the elevator cab remarkably was open-roofed and while it rattled worryingly the deeper they went, it afforded them one spot in this building the CCTV couldn’t see.
At the same time, the radio signal between them and their team outside was only going to get worse from here on and it wouldn’t be long before they were completely cut off.
“This is Hellgar. We’re in.”
The Ranger hurriedly murmured into the collar as he activated the two-way system; static crackled for a few seconds before Samuel's voice came in from the other end, the lackadaisical tech-headed Ranger having been assigned as a member of Mission Control.
“Oh man are we going with codenames? Why didn't anyone tell me earlier? I'm thinking Warrgle-One but eagles are overused for Eyes in the Sky aren't they?"
“Definitely overused but stick a pin in it for a moment Sam, we're counting seconds here. Shaft in the back goes down about thirty feet, unsure of any other point of entry so place an excavation unit on standby. We just passed one level on the way down, unknown how many guards are stationed there. How long more does the Faerie Glamor in the bag last?”
There was the sound of movement from the other end the elevator cab shuddered upon hitting a snag in the shaft and next to his feet, Srikandi clung to his pants as bits from the top of the shaft peppered them and he reached down to a moment to stroke her head reassuringly.
“Uh, according to tests done earlier you've got six of of ten chance for fifteen minutes, three out of ten for ten and one out of ten for five and knowing your luck I told them they should have thrown in another case of pixie dust. You need to capture that transaction on record to seal the biggest charge on this case. Make the deal and haul ass before the storm hits in twenty."
There was a groan of metal as the elevator cab came to a halt and the door opened to a holding facility that was immaculate and well-cared for in contrast to the industrial look of complex which fronted this operation two floors above.
the Ranger murmured as the two-way on the Lucario's collar was turned off and the three of them finally strode out of the darkness to meet with the person seemingly behind this whole show.
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Sirhan Saifuddin posted at Jul 18 2018, 05:52 PM
At the entrance to a large hall, a woman stood stiff as a board with her arms behind her, an austere expression that wouldn't have looked out of place in a detention class and a shifty gleam in her eye while she studied his every move as he tried his best to keep things looking natural.
“Mr.Osmani, I pressume?”
She spoke up tersely in a tone that commanded respect as he finally approached within speaking distance; She was anywhere between thirty to forty with tawny skin and platinum-white hair pleated into a Kalosian braid crown every bit as well-presented as the striped grey and black pantsuit she was wearing.
She barely touch his hand as he offered it to her in greeting before immediately getting down to the crux of the matter.
“What are you looking for?”
Sirhan replied as he relented to his second body search tonight by even more guards. Once they were done, he was allowed to approach the woman who led this operation, at least for this shift.
“The exclusive sort. The Boss is a bit of a collector, word on the street is, you’re the second best place to find ‘em and you know what they say about second best—you're willing to slit a few more throats to get to the throne."
"A simplistic but astute deduction of our business model."
The smallest hint of a smile curled up the corner of her lip---it wasn't friendly in the least but he had managed to amuse her somewhat.
"Though I hope you don't intend to add your throat to abattoir block tonight"
The bag was suddenly snatched off his shoulders by one of her assistants who placed it on a nearby table for her to examine the contents, and Sirhan minutely held his breath as they examined what would have looked like legitimate hundred dollar bills to them which in truth were blank notes bewitched by a Gardevoir from the special ops unit attached to this mission; as much as he was wary of Faerie-type Pokemon, there was nothing to say that he didn’t appreciate how devious their tricks could be even as he already found himself wondering how many terrible applications they could have in the wrong hands.
“It looks like everything is in order for a transaction. We’ll be happy to assist with anything you need.”
Her demeanor was less severe now once the inspection was done and the bag was handed back to him; she was still brisk but open, hungry even to the possibility of commerce though she narrowed her eyes a little before inquiring,
“Who did you say your employer was again?”
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