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Alba had an idea. Clearing his throat and straightened his shoulders, he used a tone he hadn't used in years. There was no reason he could think of as to why he couldn't sound confident and authoritative in this situation. Right? Right.

"Actually, miss, I'm searching the area in accordance with an ongoing investigation. You wouldn't happen to have come across any Pokemon lately that stood out or otherwise appeared odd to you, would you?"

"Ah, okay, thank you," Inigo said gratefully - he hadn't expected this to be quite so... easy. Well, he wasn't out of the woods yet - or into them, so really.. into the clear-- Ugh, whatever. This wasn't over yet, so he couldn't let his guard down. "C'mon," the teen told the blue-horned Whimsicott as he scooped him up and let the grass-type perch on his shoulder, then turned to look at Bonnie. "Let's--huh?" He frowned and scanned the immediate area before seeing the perpetrator already almost to the treeline the man had pointed to, his pilfered pokeballs still buried deep and invisible in her pink-tinted cottony fluff. Inigo just sighed and chuckled a bit. "She's always the impatient one," he said casually, then offered the man a polite wave. "Well, thanks again for your help. She'd thank you too, but she'd probably rather stuff her face with berries." She'd probably smack him for saying that, but it was true. The petite Whimsicott didn't have a polite bone in her entire body, and she'd much rather eat than do something nice. Oh well. With that, Inigo turned and jogged after her. "Hey, wait up! No getting lost!" Now he just had to hope the giant of a man wouldn't notice nor would think Inigo had anything to do with his missing pokeballs..

This wasn't going as well as the grunt had hoped anymore.
"What pokeball?" Tambrey tried, jokingly, while her brain rolled along, working out her next courses of action.
She watched, and winced, as Lasi was hit by the first round of Roll Out and cursed under her breath, but wasn't too deterred until it was time to start running again...
"Lasi! You're a /bat/! Ignore that thing- fly over it- and follow me!" She'd return him when she could...
But now she had a trainer chasing her.
Well... She had the Wigglytuff, she just had to... there... Treestar vanished in red light.
"Pygi!" Ah, the usefulness of Palu's daughter... "Fly me out of here!"
If the trainer was out of the Sand Attack and chasing her, than she may as well use her bird for escape rather than distraction.
She got ready to jump onto the Pidgeotto if nothing untoward happened next..

Alba refrained from grinning in relief. "'Fraid I can't go into too many details. However, we are on the lookout for an oddly colored Pokemon in the area," realizing how much that may limit things, he added, "or Pokemon that wouldn't normally be found around here. Caused some trouble for some locals, you see, and could do some harm to the Pokemon if a repeat occurs. There may be more than one, though. We aren't entirely sure, so we're asking people to keep an eye out and let us know if they see anything."

Not fair. Not fair. Not fair! Why couldn't things go smoothly for her first outing as a trainee? And it had to have been the male to chase after her. It was just her luck as well that she didn't carry anything round the size of a Pokeball, besides her own, to toss as a diversion.

Oh well. At least Valentine was getting exercise. Her pace sped up a little as the adrenaline kicked in, her muscles moving with memories that had been etched into them for months now.

Taking a quick turn, Valentine dashed into a cluster of trees. With luck she'd make her escape through them. The Rocket sidetracked a little, making her path in a different direction than the way to where the meeting place was. If Valentine should fall, she'd fall alone. She wasn't going to get the others caught either.

If all else failed and the trees didn't deter her chaser...Valentine gripped the Pokeball that held Leven, her Tepig. She could always ask him to use Ember on some leaves to make smoke...and a distraction.

Oh what?
"Oh Frak..." Tambrey muttered, peering over her shoulder to see the rather disturbing revelation that she was /still/ being pursued by the coordinator. On a shiny Drifblim. Huh. Well now she kind of regretted grabbing the Wigglytuff so soon- if Team Rocket knew she'd grabbed a normal over a shiny, it probably wouldn't look good.
Then again, the orders had been to avoid capture...
The grunt turned her head, still gripping Pygi as they flew, seeking out Lasi; perhaps returning him right now wasn't the best idea. She still didn't know whatever else that girl was carrying but, well, something needed to be done to lose her.
"Lasi! Lasi, target /the trainer/ there- supersonic!" She shouted to the bat and then leaned a little to talk to her bird. She knew they'd have to land before too long- Pygi wasn't that long evolved, into her second form, nor was she used to 'Fly' yet, despite knowing it for a while. It would likely tire her out. Again, though, something was needed. "Pygi, turn. We're going to fly straight at the Drifblim and then you are going to use Gust when I say, okay?"
With a screech of confirmation from the bird type, and with the pink bat targeting the trainer, Pygi, and Tambrey, turned to face coordinator and balloon. The bird covered a short distance before Tambrey called out "Now!" and caused her to send the wind-based attack toward the balloon.
She seemed to intend to try to confuse and knock the Drifblim's trainer off.

There was a momentary glance down to the Jolteon, and its subtle reaction to his approach, the girl's was noted as well.
But, the reactions didn't progress from there, and she had answered his questions, and had given Jerome an initial understanding of what kind of personalities he might be up against.

Taking in a breath of his smoke, that was once again exhaled from his lips as he looked down in the direction the girl had indicated. <********" He growled under his breath.
He squinted his eyes a little, as if considering his course, before the noises from the distant talking had turned much louder, and was now more like the sounds of crying.
It wasn't hard to guess what happened. but he shifted to glance over in the direction,
Wondered who that was, pretty quick work on their part, not bad, unless you considered the kind of target they had, Sounded like a pretty small kid.

Jerome was used to working with others, but, he couldn't rely on that this time.
Just like his team mate had done, it seemed it was time for Jerome to figure out how to do this task on his own.
Shifting a boot behind him, so that he could turn back to face the girl and her Jolteon.

He opened his mouth, still acting as calmly as he had when he walked up to her, and looked as if he was going to ask another question.
But instead of words coming out of his mouth, Jerome suddenly burst into movement, two long steps forward, and in a movement just as smooth and quick, the gangster, using one hand to support him, kicked himself over the back of the bench, at the same time reaching the other one out in an attempt to wrap it around the girls neck and pull her into a tight hold.

As Jerome moved, so, in turn, did his Gangar.
the cackling ghost launching himself from Jerome's shadow, charging the Jolteon and lifting his hand up in an attempt to hit the Jolteon with a brick Break attack.