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Relief washed over Anabel at the man’s agreement to come quietly. She wasn’t worried about the woman; she looked halfway to fainting already, eyelashes fluttering as if she were seeing stars. The man, though; his hand might have looked a bloody mess, but he wasn’t a small person; if he got the jump on her, he could probably do some real damage.
He wouldn’t be able to kill her before her weavile got to him, though, and she’d have assumed it from the start except she’d spent a decade working cases like this. It was surprising, sometimes, what one found out about their opponent when things started looking bad.
Some people turned on each other. And the man—he could run, probably, leave the woman behind. Anabel wouldn’t be able to chase him, not when a life was at stake right in front of her. But he didn’t, and that said something about him, though she hardly had the presence of mind to consider it.
“Thank you,” she said, but did not smile as she turned back to the woman. “Try not to pass out if you can. Medical personnel will be here soon.” To the man, she added, still staring down at the woman’s wounds, “Recall your pokémon. Mine will suffice to protect us.” Using her free hand, she gave a snap, and her weavile appeared at her side. She nodded toward the fainted weavile and hers went to join it, hackles up as if prepared to fight.
When it woke up, it would no doubt be angry and confused and would strike anything nearby. Perhaps her own pokémon would be able to calm it down. Or at least prevent any damage from being done.
Try not to pass out ? Way easier said than done. It was like the only thing that was keeping her from conking out right then and there was the rising fear she felt.
How in the almighty fuck were they gonna get out of this. This lady was with the damn IP, the big wigs, security up the wazoo for sure. Was their crime enough to warrant life in prison ? She really didn’t want to spend the rest of her days in the slammer, fuck that.
Still, she did what was asked of her and returned Lei-Lei to her ball, albeit hesitantly. Baby’s lack of a pokeball made him an exception, he was hardly a threat to anyone right now, much too worried about his trainer to strike anyone.
By then another thought had crossed her mind. Sure, Big G was injured but could he still potentially save himself and get out of there ? While on one hand she really didn’t want to be left behind but on the other she was more than willing to take the fall alone for his sake. If they weren’t gonna put up a fight, not that they could, she could at least try to convince him to ditch her before she passed out.
She dropped her voice to a low murmur once again, now struggling to keep her eyes open long enough to speak.
“Boss.. you don’t gotta stick around if you can.. I won’t hold it against ya if you just.. got the fuck outta dodge.” She cracked the faintest of smiles to assure him of this, “they need ya back home, don’t they ? Come on G.. both of us ain’t gotta suffer.. please just go if you can..”
Shit, it was getting hard for her to stay conscious, but she’d be damned if she let herself peace out just yet. Just a little longer, just long enough to find out what was gonna befall them.
The cold hand of anxiety began to reach up and slowly start fucking Guzma right in the ass. Moment by moment it settled in that he was in deep shit, and the ramifications of that shit only piled higher in his mind while Anxiety squeezed acid into his stomach and sucked the moisture from his mouth. He was shaking, both from blood loss and the knowledge he was about to be put away for a long, long time.
He let out a sharp breath at the command to recall his Pokemon, a command seemingly reiterated by Annabel’s Weavile, which trained its focus on the Boss. Guzma jerked back at the sudden look from the Pokemon, which of course the person fucking arresting them would employ the exact species of Pokemon that landed them in this situation. Without breaking eye contact with the Weavile- clearly more out of fear than an attempt to intimidate the creature- Guzma recalled his Pokemon.
Kyanna did the same, and what she said afterwards shocked him. Did she really think he would run away? He hadn’t considered doing so for fear he might be shot, but hearing K suggest it made him wonder if he could get away with it. A hypothetical event unfolded before Guzma- Annabel had already called for backup, but would they take precedence in assisting an injured accomplice, or risk her health by attempting to obtain the Team Skull Boss first? Running into the forested areas outside of the Meadow was guaranteed to stall a helicopter landing, but he couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t call anyone else in. And on the hope’s chance he made it back to Po, what happens to K? She had no information whatsoever.
Was it really, statistically, in his best interest to abandon her?
What would happen if he did? K gets treated, then questioned. All she is is a Grunt, all she can tell them is shit they already know and don’t give a flying fuck about, Po Town ain’t really on Interpol’s radar.
But it would be after that. If they didn’t catch Guzma now, they’d be crawling through the cracks of Po Town to get at him and his connections. And in doing so probably unearth every other piece of dirty laundry Guzma had hiding in the secret spaces of the Shady House. No, if he stayed, he could sacrifice only the necessary information. Some people might not trust him so much any more, but it wasn’t their trust he was concerned about.
“I ain’t goin nowhere. Plumes is back home, this wont be the first time I take a li’l ‘break.’” He tried his damndest to offer a confident smirk to his slowly fading compatriot. “Ya boy’s got this, K.” He hoped she bought the lie.
