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"Ex-Team Rocket. His affiliation is currently unknown." There were rumors, gossip, hard believes in what the man currently did. Nothing Kero took part in. Facts were facts, gossip was conjecture - at best.

"Do not forget at any time that this is a mission," Kero told Jump before returning to silence.

"Drop off in ten seconds," came a voice over the overhead speaker and the cargo doors opened.

Kero didn't reply to Jump, he merely stepped over to the edge of the ramp of the cargo hold. The countdown over the speaker went down, ten, nine, eight, seven...

At the 'go' mark he jumped, the prediction for placement was within an accurate radius around the target location. They weren't coming here to be stealthy, afraid Jean-Pierre might run.

He hadn't a chance in hell of that.

As Kero fell, he noted his surroundings. Underneath him was the ocean. A click and a flash and he was landing on Blastoise on the surface of it. Whatever impact one might except from a drop that high didn't appear to effect the Pokemon and Kero turned, his eyes resting upon the island of route eighteen.

"We could use the C-Gear, but I don't have an x-transceiver." It was broken. Where had she placed it? She couldn't remember. She could always buy one, if she had money.

"I'm going to find everyone else. I still think we should meet. At my house in Nimbasa, tomorrow."

Jump

Ah, the drop off. This was usually Jump's favorite part of the mission. He loved a good entry, and it wasn't everyday that you could jump from a jet hundreds of feet in the air to the ground. The Interpol Agent cracked his knuckles. "Word."

Then he ran off the hangar, rocketing himself into the sky. Jump bounced off of the air with his double jump multiple times, appearing as a black blur zig zagging across the sky that got closer and closer to the surface. Passing over the ocean, he made a powerful landing into the shore that created a huge crater on the beach. Sand boomed outward and then rained back down to the earth.

Very flashy.

After the sand settled, Jump spun himself around at super speeds, becoming a human sized tornado that splattered excess sand off of him and towards everything else. When he stopped spinning, there was barely a grain of sand on him.

Jump put his hand over his forehead as a visor, looking out to shore as Kero neared it. "Lead the way, dude."

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Salieri

C-Gear...Sal had heard of that before. Eunmi had that application. With that app, they would be able to relay information privately and keep track of people's locations. It would be a perfect tool for this job.

The idea of going to Henrietta's house was also interesting. Sal wondered what kind of place she had grown up in. Or what Nimbasa was like, for that matter. After doing training with Wayne and calling Jump like she said she would, Sal planned on using the rest of the day to hopefully make it across the desert by nightfall.

"If you don't have an x-transceiver, how are we supposed to find your house? Or contact you at all?"

Jump's ears perked up at the subtle sound of machinery. When he turned and saw the Arsenal, his eyes narrowed. With a grin, he gave Jean-Pierre a thumbs down. "Cool suit, bro."

The Interpol Agent's control over his own speed extended to his reflexes: they had to be pretty fast to handle the high speeds of his running. So dodging wasn't too much of a hassle, although the Arsenal was no slouch in the speed department.

He simply jumped upwards, although not to the extent of his skyscraper height in Castelia. The blade swung under his body as he leapt into the air almost ten feet above his mark. Jump moved so fast in that moment that his body became a blur again before he became fully visible once more.

"But you're gonna need better trash talk than that!" he taunted as he brought his arm back behind him. The air shimmered in a sphere around his closed fist before he lunged his arm downwards.

Jump had charged up one of the eight bullets with vibrations. He hurled it at speeds comparable to that of gunfire at the ground. The target wasn't Jean: although he was simple minded, Jump remembered that the Arsenal was to be retrieved as unharmed as possible.

Instead, the bullet plummeted into the beach right before Jean. The speed of the impact increased it's power, making the tiny vibrating bullet more like a cannonball in force. The vibration shockwave released from the impact would possibly be enough to knock Jean off of his feet and maybe cause him , but that wasn't the goal either.

The impact blew sand up into the air again, creating a sheet of sand that would temporarily blind Jean to what was in front of him.

Which would give Kero an opportunity to dive in, if he could find the enemy.

"Target Acquired?" This robot is AWESOME!

Jump landed from his dodge just in time to see Kero unsheathe his tonfas, missile style. When the Arsenal landed, Jump let out a long whistle and stretched out his legs. "Come oooooon, Kero, lemme take it out for a ride after this. Actually, can you just try to hook me up with a robot suit too?"

When he stood up, it was like someone had cut frames out of a film. His position instantly changed to one hand on his hip, one hand held held out across his body, and a big smile on his face.

Three of the needles were caught in between his fingers. The other two were pinned between his teeth.

Jump dropped and spat out four of the five needles. The last one he touched on his tongue for less than a second. He looked up and away for a second, thinking back on his days of training in the Einatz Clan of assassins. The name wasn't coming to him, but he recognized this poison to be extremely potent.

To most people. Not someone who had built an immunity to almost every poison. Like Jump.* For an Einatz, it came with the territory.

"I mean, it's just soooo-"

He was now in front of the Arsenal, lunging forward with a jab to the mask of the armor. That had gained enough invariant mass via striking speed to flip a truck over.

It would be a shame to break it, but he'd try not to bust it up beyond repair if he could help it. Jump, however, did not have a good method of scaling what was repairable and what was not. The guy had zero engineering experience outside of Legos.

"-COOL! "

*(Although he would never admit it made him feel like he had to poop for, like, one second. But that was it.)

Jump rose an eyebrow when his fist was blocked. Pretty fast. His eyes darted to the left hand. Gas dispenser. If the Arsenal was this fast, Jump would have to up the speed a little more.

As he retracted his punch, his arm hooked around the suit's left one and he bowed his head down to avoid the gas. But he needed to keep moving to avoid the remnants of the chemical weapon.

Using his grip on the left arm, he swung himself up and on top of Jean, switching to a handstand on the machine's shoulders. "Robots are awesome, yo. But they still ain't better than a lady."

He swung his legs down and out under himself repeatedly in a flare, breakdancing at such speeds that his movements almost seemed incomprehensible. Once he built enough momentum to almost double the force of his previous punch, he'd swing himself up for an axe kick and-

Hold on.

"What's THAT supposed to mean!?"

Jean's sudden movement caused Jump to lose his perch, leaving him at an awkward, mid-breakdancing swing in the air. When the missiles came in, his swinging legs destroyed two of the four missiles.

The remaining two blew up on him, making him lose his orientation and knocking him to the ground. He quickly got up, shaking off the damage. It was basically nothing, not for someone with Natural Infusion. Although compared to other Aura users in his tier, Jump's defenses were lacking.

"And watch where you're shooting that s**t, man! That smoke's no good for my clothes!"

Rotating his arm at high speed, Jump shot a jab forward quick enough to pop the air. The air that spun around his arm shot forth as a tornado the zoomed horizontally at the Arsenal. The vortex blast had enough power to blow the armored man across the beach into the cliffside.