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"Visual confirmation of the target achieved."

"Prepare for capture..."

Scuffling sounds could be heard momentarily in the alleyway as dark figures hurried to their assigned positions. They would try things diplomatically at first. Of course, that didn't always work and, being experts, they weren't about to take any chances. The man would be leaving with them, one way or another.

"Times are hard, friend...I don't suppose you'll get far on that little bit of cash."

Chuckling softly, a lone figure stepped out to block Steve's progress. He wasn't a muscular man, so he probably wouldn't be much to stop Steve physically, but he had an imposing demeanor that had little to do with his suit and shades.

"How would you like a job that would more than take care of your needs for food and shelter?"

Smiling, he reached up to pull off his shades with one hand before folding them and slipping them into his chest pocket.

"You seem like a jack of all trades, am I right? If not, forgive my assumptions."

The man's smile was disarming, or at least intended to be so, and he folded his hands calmly behind his back...the signal for his men to hold their positions for the time being. His posture was straight, confident...nodding and keeping his eyes on Steve's as he talked.

"I could offer you a number of different positions, but how about something in the security field? You like working with your hands, yes? Not afraid to get your hands dirty? Anyway, we could discuss this further if the idea sounds appealing to you."

Nodding in response, also another secret signal to his men watching from the shadows, the man in the suit extended a hand. "I'm glad we have a deal. At least to discuss this further. We have a ride waiting for us, as I'd hoped for such luck today."

He paused with an odd smile. "Oh, I forgot to mention...our ride? On the roof of the local PokeCenter."

The helicopter had landed about an hour ago, ready and waiting to take-off again at a moment's notice. He'd gotten the call over the radio before heading for the alley to set up this little 'meeting.' If all went well, they'd take the helicopter and have a ride all to themselves, even exchange some pleasantries on the way back. The rest could catch a ride back to the island later.

If things didn't go so well? Well, there was room in the chopper for the special ops squad.

Nodding once again briefly, he dropped his offered hand, but kept up his smile. His men would know what to do.

"Of course."

He whirled on his heel and stalked out of the alley, heading into the well-lit street beyond and making a beeline for the PokeCenter as if he'd lived in the city his whole life. He moved as if he trusted Steve to follow, but in reality, at least two of his men would be tailing them, ready to act if the target decided to try and make a break for it. He wouldn't get far if he did.

Having slipped his shades back on to shield his eyes from the sun, the man simply chuckled. "Perhaps, if you look at it that way. Then again, as I said earlier, times are hard. Just because you're homeless doesn't mean you're lazy. Everyone has a streak of bad luck now and again. And from what we heard from your last employer, you're a good worker. We simply need someone who's willing to put in the time and work necessary without worrying about anything other than themselves. No worry about any family to come home to, or bills that need paid for electricity or mortgages... Just worry about food and shelter...or at least, let us worry about that, as the case may be. It doesn't matter what sort of background a person comes from as far as all that."

As he'd talked, they'd not only arrived at the PokeCenter, but headed for an elevator that they'd take to the roof and the helicopter waiting on the landing pad outside.

The man slipped his shades down long enough to flash the other a quick smile. "Indeed. I'm pleased that our discussion has gone so well."

He pushed his shades back up as the elevator door opened and he stepped out onto the roof. "Granted, it does sound too good to be true, I know. And in a way, it is...but only slightly. We do operate in a rather remote area. There's little contact or travel, but if you have no serious ties here," he glanced around the city meaningfully before looking back at Steve. "There shouldn't be a problem."

"Make sure you put on the headset when we board the helicopter. It will protect your ears from the noise." He commented quickly before climbing onto the chopper. It'd also allow them to speak during the flight, if they so chose, or simply enjoy the ride in silence.

It would be the last view Steve would get of anything other than the island afterall.