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While Sol would continue to give no response to Lt. Surge, utterly denying his ego the trip it so sorely desired. The door closing and sealing behind them was no surprise. Were this a less serious set of circumstances and not in a setting where anything done or said could and would be used against them, he'd have no qualms calmly requesting that the Gym Leader go hug a Cacturne. Being led off to a chair with Sub and Reno, even looking as Cruxias, their prosecution, introduced himself, he still said nothing and kept where he sat. There was, however, a brief bit of surprise when he saw Barbara, confirmation that she'd made it out of those ruins too. But almost certainly one that'd revel in the team's end.

Cera wouldn't quite have the same decorum. Beneath the good sense to keep her mouth physically and mentally shut was a constant glare at the boorish mannerisms and crowing from Lt. Surge. Despite Sub's attempt at assurance, the barrage of contempt from nearly everyone else and stray thoughts proving that they ran even deeper was already giving way to pangs of despair. Even if they "could do this," what good would it do when the whole world hated everything about you? Ein almost felt like a mercy by comparison. By the time she was made to sit, her eyes just trailed down, looking up briefly to see the people brought in to watch. She still said absolutely nothing, the pit of despair in her stomach only growing.

Both of them would get to their feet as the Judge came in, sitting down shortly after. On either side, Sol and Cera looked towards Sub and waited for whatever his opening statement would be.

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"In case? If we're lucky, they might let us choose how we get to be executed. Probably the only show of friendliness the world has left for us," Amaranth remarked, deciding to sit near Aile. There was little she could do that wouldn't be noticed immediately, certain there'd be eyes on the skies. And the Sharpedo left behind by Cera would be far too obvious compared to Kayvaan, sticking out like a fish (literally) out of water.

She couldn't help taking a peek at Aile's SNAG, getting a glimpse of the blueprints she was looking at. "So... what kind of route are we looking at when it goes south? Or I guess if, but..."

Sub would continue to pay no mind to Lt. Surge as he went about seating and situating people, the Snagem leader at this point already fully annoyed with the Vermillion Gym leader. While he scanned the room for something else to focus on while they waited that 'something else' would walk in, dressed in white with an accent that reminded him of a Kalosian farmer but with a Paldaen twist. Sub was familiar with such people, the Kalosians considered them 'ploucs', country bumpkins. Such people were typically employed in fishing, particularly for Clauncher, so it was interesting to see such a refined and educated 'plouc' this far out from the island swamps and working as an attorney no less. No doubt was this an interesting character but it hurt to look at him too long, his suit too white, his appearance too put together for his liking. It seemed correct they would get such a polite and proper man to prosecute them. Just by his first impression Sub could tell this man was everything he wasn't. Another insult upon his character, an intentional one no doubt.

The man in white would approach Sub and offer his hand for a shake, the Dark One obliging him, not because he wanted to but because there were other people watching who likely already had a distasteful opinion of himself and Team Snagem. "Oui... pareil..." Sub immediately replied to the man in white with a kind of distant tone, pulling out the Kalosian just for the man, arms folded as he took a defensive posture. "Yes, I go by Sub, thank you." He answered Cruxias, finding all this politeness to not only be off putting but fake. It wasn't until the 'white one' hit him with that last line of Kalosian did Sub confirm it was exactly as he thought. They were going to need good luck huh? Well Sub was often a lucky man so it was time to see if his lucky streak would continue so that he might disappoint this smug plouc, 'prosecutor' Cruxias.

With the white one no longer bothering him Sub could focus on the jurors as they came in, noting the looks on their faces. Shortly after they entered the judge would enter as well, the famous administer of justice, Jenny the First. Sub immediately rising for her without delay out of true respect for the woman. This was perhaps the first bit of hope he could find in this situation as Jenny the First was well known for her fair and just decisions, however even she was bound by the decisions of the jury. She no doubt had the troublesome task of finding a way to both administer fair justice and to give the blood thirsty masses what they wanted. In spite of his own situation he did feel a hint of pity for Jenny the First, she was a good woman, a rare gem in the so-called 'justice' system.

"If it's okay with the court I prefer to be addressed by the name Sub, your honor." Sub said as he stood up, adjusting his vest slightly as he fixed his clothes and posture. With that out of the way he took a deep breath. This was it, his moment, his chance to make a good first impression. Glancing at the jury out of the corner of his eyes he knew he needed to leave a good impression on them if he had any chance of getting out of this mess. Over the last ten days he had thought long and hard over what was he was going to say, filled many a sheet of paper with words only to crumple them up. Preparing a speech ahead of time just wasn't his style. No, Sub was a man of passion and spontaneousness. The point of all this was to prove to them he was a good person, innocent of these crimes, and to do that he needed to show the jury the real him and not the demon he has been painted as. He had to speak from the heart.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen of the jury..." The Snagem leader started as he turned to face the jurors, stepping out from behind his table. "I am Sub, just Sub, and I am the leader of Team Snagem. I am here today with my fellow teammates and friends, representing myself and them in this case. We, the defendants, stand here today wrongly accused of outlandish charges such as conspiracy, terrorism and even war crimes! No doubt these are awful, horrible crimes, but it is absolutely beyond comprehension that we, Team Snagem, are being accused of such evil acts." He began his speech in earnest. He needed to not just make them look good but also to make the charges against them to appear ill fitting.

"Now I'm sure all of you know a good bit about me and even more about Team Snagem at large. You've heard stories, seen news reports and I know some of you have had interactions with myself or my teammates at different points in time. Some more than others." He said, looking from Blue to Clair, giving them a weak smile of acknowledgement as he did. "As such you should know good and well the kind of selfless people we have proven ourselves to be. We have routinely risked ourselves, our very lives, to protect the innocent, Pokemon and people alike. From combating Cipher and their schemes, to meeting head on their cruel Shadow Pokemon project, then working to find a cure and administering said cure for the Shadow Virus that followed to even stepping up to the plate alongside the men and women from all over the world to meet Cipher and Flare in their war against the world! Snagem has proven time and time again their commitment to protecting this planet and everyone who inhabits it, no matter the cost. And not once have we ever asked for anything in return. Have there been times when others have rewarded us? Of course. Hoenn was one such grateful region, the first to give us the legitimacy I believe we earned, allowing us to not only legally operate in their region but also gave us a diplomatic office in one of their greatest cities, the heart of Hoenn commerce." Sub continued, looking towards Juan when he mentioned Hoenn, flashing a smile at him.

"What we do has never been for financial gain. Further to the point, if we were the monsters they claim us to be why would Hoenn give us such a gift? And it's not just Hoenn that had legitimized us in the past and rewarded us, but the majority of other regions as well. Why else would we be invited to participate in the World Champion Cup as one of the few non-regional teams? An event that took place in the aftermath of the World War as a way of bringing the world back together in peace and harmony. Doesn't sound like the kind of event you would invite alleged war criminals to if you ask me." At this point he knew to wrap this up, save some of his energy and ammunition for later, it was time to end on a good note.

"Team Snagem are your allies, your friends, your selfless heroes even, if I'm to be frank. We have wanted nothing more than to make a better, more peaceful world for us all. So ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I hope you keep in mind our countless good and selfless deeds when you hear what alleged crimes the prosecutor attempts to tarnish our good name with. When others failed to step up to the plate and protect the defenseless it was Team Snagem that filled in the void. I hope now that the roles are reversed you might return the favor. Thank you all for your time today." With that Sub gave a little bow and turned to return to his chair, giving both Reno and Sol a bit of a nod before turning to watch and see what mister prosecutor from the boonies would do.

While Sub was giving his opening argument a voice would suddenly begin to speak into Reno's mind, one he has heard before, though not exactly a friendly one. "So, how's it going in there?" The familiar voice said without warning or introduction. "I'm outside with the riffraff, I'm not exactly famous enough to earn a seat to observe the spectacle first hand. I did watch all of you enter the gym though, a lot of harsh words were thrown at you and your companions, huh? Oh, and if you're wondering how I'm talking to you this time, give yourself a pat down. I was close enough to scatter some spores on you. Don't worry, it's not like the mushrooms before, your little comrade made sure of that. Such a shame too, took me centuries to recreate that strain. Ah well, at least you were kind enough last time to teach me what 'channel' you mentally broadcast on, just needed to plant a receiver on you. Let me get to why I'm gabbing in your mind. Since I can't speak to him directly I'd like for you to extend my best wishes to the Dark One for me, that I'm rooting for him and if he makes it out of this he should consider seeking out the Cult for help with everything going on. His loyal followers might be able to provide answers and aid. With that said I'll be talking to you later, Reno." With that the voice would go silent. If Reno searched his person he'd find a very tiny mushroom on him, about the size of an eraser. Once removed the voice would no longer be able to speak to him.

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Back in Viridian Forest...

Larrimore would watch as the other Snagems began to act on their own to prepare for when and if they would be called upon by their comrades to rescue them from the gym just south of their location. Aile would send one of her Pokemon to keep an eye out from the a vantage point just outside of the city, Camoflage no doubt would find a good location in the thicket of trees just behind the gym that separated the city from Route 2. Right now there wouldn't be much for the frog to see, just the masses of people still surrounding the gym but who knows, maybe it would catch wind of something eventually.

Larrimore would perk up at Cera's question, considering it for a moment as he considered it. "On my way out here I noticed a section of Route 2 that appears disconnected from the main road, a stretch of lightly forested land that allows one to avoid Viridian Forest entirely, however in spite of the gate in the middle it doesn't appear to be used often. No doubt SWIPE and other law enforcement are stationed at all the main checkpoints, like the one leading into Viridian Forest, however I didn't really see the same level of security at the off road gate. Looks to me it wouldn't be difficult to leave the forest and onto Route 2 just south of the gate, take the path all the way south towards Viridian City and then just pass through the small forest behind the gym." The Pinsir hybrid pointed out, revealing how much he scoped out this area in preparation.

"Does anyone have any agile Pokemon or any other...rapide Pokemon? Particularly one that can carry more than one person. If we do have to rescue our camarades we'll have to carry them out of the range of the teleportation scrambler which according to GRAY reaches just a bit into Viridian Forest, as such we'll have a good ways to go before we can safely teleport." Larrimore asked.

"More importantly..." He says, walking up to Aile. "Sub said you managed to acquerir the gym's blueprints, anything of interest that we could use?" He inquired with Aile.

Looking closer at the blueprints Aile would note several things of interest. One was that the spin panels inside the gym, were they still there, had two control switches to turn them on and off. One of them was pretty obvious, in the far back where the Gym Leader would stand and await a challenger however it appeared Giovanni had a secret switch instead for some reason, embedded in the right Rhydon statue at the front of the gym, requiring one to turn its horn a full rotation left, right and right again to turn on or off the panels. Perhaps so one could get through the gym without trouble with the panels. The other interesting thing was a hidden warp panel built into one of the spin panels, a north pointing panel on the right side of the gym. It appears it can only be used as a warp panel when the rest of the spin panels were turned off. As for where it led to it looks like a hidden tunnel underneath the gym that leads all the way to Diglett Cave north of Viridian City, just outside of Pewter City to the south. No doubt this is what they used to smuggle things in and out of the gym without being noticed.

Lykas and Odd listened carefully as Sub spoke in their defense. He made good points but with how things were going, how much it hit home their jury was questionable at the moment. Maybe striking at the heart right away was a good idea but for Lykas, at least, he wondered if it might have been better to make their case first with reminders of actual actions but he hadn't been in a courtroom since he was a teenager and had barely talked his way out of juvie.

When Cruxias made his statements to he contrary, both Snagems felt a sense of dread for brief moment. Too confident, this man was. Then cme the call for witnesses and Odd's stomach dropped completely. No one outside the Abbey should know that name, barring Cadenza. He'd stopped using it completely the day he left to journey the regions on his own. "How?" He mouthed silently before standing. "Gladly, your honor. If my partner may assist me to the stand." He replied as he was bid to take the stand. Lykas woudn't wait for permission, standing up and taking Odd's arm by the elbow, guiding him along the row of seats as until he was free, walking with him to the witness stand.

"Thanks, Lykas. I can handle it from here." He told the hybrid. Lykas nodded and returned quickly to his seat. Odd settled into the witness stand, hands in his lap as his scarred eyes faced out toward the courtroom. He could see the souls of those Snagems present, all clouded by fear and anxiety. All except for Sub, it seemed. Was he truly that confident or was he just that good at hiding even his negative emotions?

(sorry for the late post)

Keiko and I took our seats with the rest of our team, but otherwise kept to ourselves. The second I sat down, I started to feel the oppressive feedback of the teleport scramblers the building was covered in, which meant Rala was close. That had to mean at least Yuna was close by, as well. Knowing that helped me calm down a bit, but Keiko was still on high alert, looking all over the place to try to find where the girls were being held. "I can sense Rala nearby, so the girls are here," I whispered to her in hopes of calming her down. "They're probably going to wait to return them to us until the most opportune moment for them."

I felt some resentment coming from Keiko, but she visibly calmed down after I told her that. This was the last place in the world where an outburst would be tolerated, so it was important to appear calm while the proceedings remained civil. I had a sneaking suspicion things wouldn't stay that way, but there was no point in worrying about that now. The best we could do was play along for the time being.

Reno had many reasons to not make any big reactions or show any sudden signs of his own emotions to the discussions flying around him. Keeping himself tamped down and the picture of professionalism was more important, especially since it gave him the focus to feel out the room for any surface level thoughts that might warn him about an oncoming trap being sprung. He had walked in with his Wynaut blatantly on his shoulder and they likely saw it as an effort to garner sympathy by having a cute blue blob be in every glance cast their way. Like a cheap doll designed to show the 'humanity' and 'safety' of the leadership before them. If they weren't going to make her go away or take away his necklace with his stone on it, then who was he to not utilize everything he has given. There would be no deep diving anyone's mind in this room though. That level of direct intrusion without a backdoor or distraction would at minimum alert the target, if not anyone else in the room looking for that sort of an energy spike.

So, naturally, that was when the backdoor that had been introduced onto his body decided to announce itself. While Barbara's presence and her own history certainly indicated his presence, it was almost calming for Reno's mild paranoia to be answered by being somewhat correct. And as could've been predicted based off his own grandiose statements from their last encounter, Mister Mushroom was spending more time gloating and patting himself on the back for managing the incredible feat of being unseen by them. That incredibly difficult task to do when a person is surrounded by a raucous crowd and the one doing the sneaking is just as faceless as everyone else there to his target.

But a few things were feeling off about his statement. A few things he had to question. "And why would I listen to anything you have to offer? From how Eri acted, I can assume you're associated with the Cult for the Dark One. Plus the only time I brought up the name Ultrarius, Sub went into fugue state and felt like he might bring down Victory Road on our heads. So why would I follow any requests to ring that bell again and walk to where you want us instead of just saying I caught a minor case of Paldean Athlete's Foot but its benign? Oh, also? Not exactly a surprise when who I presume to be your lackey is sitting in the audience gallery after we halted her Herba snatch and grab." Biting his mental tongue after that, Reno would quickly assess himself and find the small mushroom that was playing antenna. Apparently it had tucked itself away behind his tie, right next to where his stone was resting inside his shirt and that had managed to hide it both from view and being felt. But he wasn't going to cut the cord yet. He wanted to see if he got a response,

There was something else this little statement was telling him, but fully putting the thought into the world while he was still connected might alert him about the thing.

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Having decided to take a look himself, Beau would speak up from beside Darts. "I think Reno said the scramblers are more about messing up the user's ability to pick a destination in that area. So, since the destination is preplanned by the design, it should be fine." Scratching his chin, Beau would continue to examine the map and start trying to plot out a mental map of the area from what Larrimore said and where all the exits could be. If he needed to do anything to force people a certain way with explosions or other methods, it was going to come in handy to know things like the side gate past Viridian Forest, But he couldnt help out on the actual removal of people. His Fletchinder barely carried him and a Charizard wasn't exactly going to be carrying much beyond a single person.

At the mention of leaving scrambler range, Leslie would perk up. "I got a few options. And like....half of them are local enough that they wouldn't stand out until things were way closer than they probably would want. I just....maybe shouldn't be riding some of them." Leslie said, reaching to her satchel and pulling out a Pokeball. Cracking the device open, her Fearow would now be perched on the ground beside her and staring at the strangely familiar terrain that she found herself in. "Mauri should be able to carry a few people out of range and SWIPE won't even know she isn't local until like....halfway through the grab part of snatch and grab. Past that....could always deploy the Onix bus again."

"If we're trying to escape the range of the scramblers as quick as possible I'm not certain discretion would be needed at that point. Only mark against using Onix is whether or not it can move rapide enough." The Pinsir hybrid chiimed in as he listened to everyone's suggested Pokemon with Cera not caring for the idea of using an Onix.

Turning back to the blueprints he stared at them in Aile's hands for awhile longer before perking up, looking towards Darts and back at the blueprints as he considered it. His old friend Beau would then chime in and point out how might the warp panel circumvent the restrictions of the scrambler. "That does make sense, I can see the logique there. According to GRAY Reno did something similar at Realgam Tower did he not? Instead of warp panels he used his Pokemon. Either way, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to check out the panel that's pretend to be in Diglett's Cave, right? Though monsieur Darts is also correct in that we can't rely on that..." He said, tapping his chin in thought.

"How's about some of us examine the warp panel in the cave to ensure it's even there while one or two check out the outside of the building? I doubt us hybrids would be capable of the later but perhaps Amaranth and Rachel? They could go see where the security is most fierce outside and if there is any noteworthy points to strike at, if need be." Larrimore continued.

Odd could sense the negativity in the jury stand very well, though he also felt some things he was less versed in. Joy? Hope, perhaps? Positive emotions like those fell more into Ulla's wheelhouse as a Fairy Channeler than his own but so strong were the feelings in this room that even he could pick them up for the moment.

Hearing the request to recount events, he paused for a moment. What had been the events of that encounter? The only thing that stood out at first was what had amounted to an execution. Granted, it had been a necessary one but that couldn't be the only thing he said in front of these people, whose opinions the freedom of his entire family hinged upon, as well as the freedom of all their closest friends. "Let me think for a moment. It's been a while since then." He requested, casting his mind backward several years. He remained silent for a few short moments, though to him and likely every other Snagem in the room, at least, it felt much longer. Blinking his sightless eyes once or twice before he began to speak, he replied to the request at last.

“As best I can recall-” He began calmly. “We received a call from one of our contacts in Unova alerting us to what seemed like a military occupation in Floccessy Town from an unknown group. So we went out to investigate and see what aid, if any, we could offer.” He explained. “When we arrived, it was fairly apparent right away that Team Flare of Kalos were the occupying group. They were digging trenches, laying down mines, attempting to take over the local clocktower to, I believe it was, set up a communication relay with the rest of their organization.” Taking a long breath, he continued. “And so we set about putting a stop to that, at least, and trying to clean up the mess they’d made with the bombs before anyone got hurt. It was after that, while some of us were checking on the citizens of the nearby Virbank City, that Dull arrived on the scene. I wasn’t on-site when he first arrived but from what I saw when I got there and confirmed by those present after-the-fact, he was fighting the entity named ‘S-22’ by Ein for unknown reasons.”

He paused for a moment, trying to sense any distrust so far. “While he had fought with us in the past, it had been at Ein’s behest so we thought if we helped him get S-22 off his back, he might be willing to help us. Give us information that might help deal with Ein’s mad plans, considering we had learned very little about what he was doing and could only react at that point in time. Unfortunately, he still saw us as an enemy and immediately attacked us. As much as I’d have preferred otherwise, I had suspected he would the moment I became aware of his presence. He wasn’t any more mentally stable than Ein by that point, it seemed like, perhaps less so and we were forced to defend ourselves.” He heaved a heavy sigh at that point, a few tears at the corners of his eyes. While he had lost a bit of himself to obsession at the time, he had tried not to directly address his actions since then.

“Ultimately, after a relentless attack against us on his part and us barely managing to not be killed by his very clear attempts to end the lives of several of us, I was forced to end his life to put a stop to it.” He ended the rather abridged tale, tears streaming down his face by the time he had finished. “We’d made every possible attempt within our power to stop him without doing so and while we had succeeded in the past, he’d been on Ein’s leash before that day and allowed us to escape. That last encounter, he made it clear he had broken that leash and had no intention of allowing any of us to live if he were allowed to continue.” He paused momentarily once more before delivering one last line. “All he wanted was to go home… and I wanted to help him but not even Ein knew how and he’d gone mad with grief by the end.” The Channeler’s trauma over ending Dull’s life had never been more apparent. Certainly, he had been to Hell and back for the power he had gained over the years but that power was supposed to be purely to defend. He’d never wanted to use it to end lives as he had against Dull.

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In Viridian Forest, Wren had leaned back against a tree and closed his eyes, trying not to get too anxious. As he’d learned to harness his Channeling more, it had become more obvious that what he’d called “anxiety” in the past had been him sensing energy but this? This was true anxiety. As the others began to speak on the topic of Aile’s blueprints, he opened his eyes again and took a brief look toward them. Too many gathered together for the moment to see what they were looking at, he thought, so he closed his eyes again and breathed in the smell of the forest to calm his nerves.

Then he heard Larrimore ask about Pokemon that could carry people and piped up, loud enough to be heard from his tree. "Asphodel and Laurel can carry one or two each but Laurel isn't what you'd call 'fast' so best not to rely on the walking tree in a prison break scenario." He provided.

The glass-like child that had snuck into the group popped their head up in front of everyone else to look at Aile’s SNAG, much like any curious child might crawl into a parent or older sibling’s lap to slake their curiosity about something they were looking at. “So… We’re looking for something? Anything I can help with?” They chirped, looking up at the others. They were probably not a good choice for sneaking, given their unique appearance but sitting around was getting boring. They would, unfortunately, not get a good look before Aile put the SNAG away and stood up. However, they would be one of the first to join her, glad to have something to do.

As I listened to Odd recant his story, there were parts to it that even I didn’t even know. Never bothered to ask. I distinctly remembered Dull, but he never really came after me in any capacity. Neither Freth or Tristen for that matter. The one that was on our case most of the time was Kess, and what a distraction, never mind a pain in our hides, that she was. That she still is. The most I knew between Odd and Dull was that while it was a long, attrition-filled, battle between them, it resulted at the end that Odd had to do a deed he was forced into, and it was one of those things that bothered him and as I noticed the tears, still do. I never bothered asking him about it myself. In some regards feeling like it was not my place. I too had scars from that entire ordeal and on rare occasion have a minor nightmare over that I never bring up to Freth, usually dismissing it to myself as nothing more than a stress-induced nightmare and as long as it didn’t really affect sleep, then I was fine. The whole ordeal with Ein was over. I needed to move on. Granted, moving on has been difficult since then, thinking back to the Galar World Tournament for example and the whole reason why I was pressed to make my way through the whole Victory Road course in Paldea for example to clear my mind, get right with myself and my Pokémon, and start making a decision or two. Allow myself to heal, a bit. But as Odd was showing, maybe some things time wasn’t going to heal that easily.

The prosecutor would speak up once Odd finish recanting his story and every word, and I had to try to hold back a grimace. Every word, maybe legitimately sympathetic, empathetic even. But there was that bitter feeling behind it, and the one sentence that pretty much made me realize just what kind of prosecutor we were dealing with. Who was it that gave Odd the call to end Dull? That was the mother of loaded questions. He was experienced. He knew how to drill into people. Fluster them. Make them speak themselves into a corner. Odd couldn’t say without incriminating someone, and his silence would also incriminate Snagem as a whole as well. If he said he acted on his own, maybe in the heat of the moment, that would incriminate Odd and throw Sub under the bus for at bare minimum of making someone not fit to handle a job like that. If he mentioned Sub or anyone else in Snagem, similar thing. Never mind about bringing into question of taking the law into our own hands outright in such a manner. Why we should decide who lives and dies? No accountability. My God, I thought I was good in getting the better of people like that…but I have to admit, only a few minutes in and I feel like an ametuer to this guy. Cruxias already saw weakness and clamped down tight. And he is perhaps poised to do the same to all of us. Maybe he knows that some of us are going to be tougher to crack than others, but he knows he will succeed in making us incriminate ourselves one way or another. There was no good answer to this man in front of these people. This wasn’t good.

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“Right at the moment, I don’t have any better idea.” Freth spoke up to Larrimore, shaking her head. “Its probably better that way if we did split up in a fashion because some of us would probably get the attention of some SWIPE members just based on pressure alone if we got too close. Ammy and Rachel are pretty low key enough they can get close and back out, provided of course no one recognize them as Snagems. My only concern for us as far as the warp panel is concerned is if there is power and a warp connection for them. Giovanni hasn’t been in that gym in ages. For as all we know, this stuff is out of date and any exit of his has been uprooted and taken out. I doubt the Pokémon league would have left that stuff around on purpose. We’re banking they weren’t that thorough after all this time.” Freth said. “Never mind, now that I think about it…probably should have asked Blizzard why that gym is still standing and didn’t get moved off into another city, if not at least to another building in the city when Giovanni was found out doing his thing in there.” She then mused. “Anyways, we’re burning time. If we’re doing this, we better go now and find out.”