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"Need a break?! But we just started!" he said, cracking his knuckles loudly. As much as he loathed to admit it, he was getting tired as well.

Rolling his neck, he stared at the others around him. Someone had to be responsible, someone. But who? He frowned, staring at Juno. The woman was nice...too nice.

With a huff, he stood up and hobbled towards her. "Miss! Miss! Pardon me, but may I look through your things?" he asked, not wanting to sound rude. She was a lady, after all.

Juno inclined her head in a slight bow toward Jade. "Thank you! I'll lead you toward it, but perhaps one or two more will join us first?" She turned toward Dora with a wounded look. "Would you have gone alone? It might turn out to be quite dangerous! Strength in numbers, of course."

((I rolled Fifi in the accusation thread so I hope you don't mind that I do this. She won't be successful though. XP))

After what seemed like forever, Lizzie and Psywater hadn't found any clues or anything suspicious at all. The time in the air didn't do anything to cool off her suspicions either. If anything, the lonely atmosphere made her paranoid about Rockets and Pokemon thieves and who could she trust in the group.

She really didn't want to go back, but she wanted to make sure she didn't miss anything. And Psywater was getting tired out from the hard flying. Landing in the meadow, she noticed the blonde haired girl from yesterday and noticed that she had her Meowth back.

"If you've been here then you would've known." Lizzie said in a slightly pissed off tone. "How did you find your Pokemon back so fast, when no one else has found a hair nor hide of their missing Pokemon?"

After getting back from their searches, he Cara and Remmy returned to where everyone else was. Rumors of the lost pokemon being stolen were being thrown about. Zak placed a light hand upon Remmy's shoulder. "Remmy you and Squeeks keep close," he whispered to the boy softly. He didn't want anything to happen to the two.

Osmond shifted his hands to his hips, bowing his head to stare at the dirt in his typical fashion as he considered who or what was the disappearance of the Pokemon owned by several people. As he racked his brain for some kind of clue, he was approached by Shaun, and perked his head up with a tilt. "That's what I'm considering myself," Osmond responded, catching no notice of the inclination in the young male's question and instead taking it as small talk about their current situation. "I mean, there's a lot of key items to identifying a thief; 'specially if its a group or something like Team Rocket. I mean, they acted at night when everyone was sleeping. They had a lot of time between then and morning to work. There's not much evidence to be obtained in such a large time frame . . . "

The officer mentally ticked off the best options in his head, "I mean, I would've asked George to assist me in a pat down of every single individual here, but there's some many people, they're will be objections, especially from those highly upset. And with such an open area, the Pokemon could've been stored anywhere. That's what concerns me the most . . . I want to get people back their Pokemon, but I'm at a dead end. Openness is the main key I'm considering though. Thieves like interaction, it garners trust and sympathy. When accused, they have someone to fall back on. Whose the guy or gal who most people can recognize easily? That person or people might be hiding something . . . "

Rubbing his temple, Osmond twisted up his lip to the watcher. "This vacation has surely turned tides, aha."

"I suppose," Dora said, still unsure about this glowing-rock thing. "How big was it, and how far away? How long will we be apart from the rest of the group?" She asked, shoving her hair out of her face with a huff.

Spotting Jack, she waved the pinstripe-dressed trainer and doduo over with a slight frown. "Only half of our pokémon vanishing in the night, likely because they were stolen."

Well, at least she didn't really think Jack had done it. Not with how heavy (s)he had slept!

"Mmhm." Lizzie wasn't convinced that she was telling the truth, and she made her suspicion apparent in her voice. Even if this girl wasn't lying about her Meowth though, there was something really fishy about her. She had seen her flitting from one person to another on this trip, perhaps sizing up Pokemon to steal? She couldn't let this hunch go. She had to be right about this.

"There's no need to cry. Tears won't prove your innocence." Lizzie crossed her arms and glared at her. She didn't care if this was making her look bad. She was going to prove that Team Rocket had infiltrated this group and this girl was one of the grunts.

"D-do you want to look at my things?" Fifi offered tremulously. She slipped her backpack off her shoulders and offered it out. She already knew there was nothing incriminating in it. She had just released the only pokemon she had actually taken, as it had turned out to be a fellow Rocket's. It should be making it's way back to camp soon. She'd cached anything that would be suspicious, and unless someone strip-searched her, they wouldn't be finding her communicator. Her offer risked nothing.