With the Squirtle having fainted, that was one of the Pokemon out of the way. He would find out who owned this Pokemon and ream them for letting it roam the halls freely. That and the owner of the Absol who was still there.
...
Well speak of the devil. Seth turned as he heard a voice behind him. His Pokemon not seeming to pay the Absol's pleas any heed. But since their master hadn't given them any orders, they sat in wait.
"And just who the hell are you?" the elite agent demanded of the newly appeared grunt.
