a week later.
rorysquinn:
“You better do, Marcus. If I see any of them get away because you made a rash decision, you’re going to see a very ugly side of me. Even worse when they get away with Altaria.” Marcus was starting to think this was a bad idea. Both of them getting angrier by the second, contained in a small space might not end well. Yet Rory has gotten more info in a week than he had in a few months. If he had to suck it up to get his pokemon back, then so be it. Just like he had to keep himself from telling Marcus that criminals are all the same to him. “He doesn’t know him, alright. But does he have a way of contacting him? We could spy on them, maybe follow him back to his hideout.”
Marcus rubbed the side of his nose, heaving a deep sigh. “I’ll ... do my best. I don’t want any Pokemon with these bastards.” At the other’s question, he shook his head. “No contact info, but he does have it on good information that his main base is somewhere near Route 110. There’s ... a guy, there. I don’t know much about him, just that he’s got his finger on the pulse of most crime intel. Maybe you’ve got more information.” To Marcus, the guy seemed almost like the stuff of faerie tales, but he was willing to try anything.









