Of shrouded agitations
Both of the shrouded figures watched as the Elite Four member struggled to figure out why his Pokeballs didn’t release out his pokemon. “XG2: Ha, yah, MORON! What? You thought, we’d let you in here with your pokeballs still on you and not have something up our sleeves to stop those that might smuggle the orbs in here?” The grunt inquired in a mocking-like tone. “XG2: This place is fitted with a devices that cancels the activation func-” Again the grunt was forcefully shut up, but this time by the other grunt.
“Hm, that’s why you didn’t get that promotion isn’t it. You just can’t keep your mouth shut.” Shira smiled knowing he’d hit a nerve.* “Thanks for the tips though i really appreciate it.” *Shira started to scan in front of him darting his eyes everywhere in the room to figure out where the devices might be.* “Also, just to note i didn’t smuggle them in.”
Sending off the second grunt, the first turned back to stare towards Shiranui. “XG1: Yes, we were there when you were forced to return back your Ninetails.”
“XG1: Now get into your new home, till death do you part.” Commanded the Grunt, as a door swung open. From within the cell designated for the Solar god was a bloody, unconscious man that seemed to be wearing a torn, yet stained cloak similar to the ones that the Grunts and even leaders wore..











