Lindsay would be on her way down to the basement floors if she had acted like that to an elite? What goes on in the basement floors? Shawn wondered as Frost left. He'd said something about labs needing test subjects, and the boy didn't really want to consider what they might have been doing tests for.

He would have thanked the grunt for the information, but the man had already left and the boy still felt embarrassed for asking about a pokemon daycare. He had just heard of trainers using them before, so he thought there might have been one around. It seemed that was not how Team Rocket functioned, however.

As Agent Faleen returned to her lunch with her teammates and pokemon, he looked up at Xander as the older teen recommended he look at his 'dex. What's a - oh, right. A Pokedex. Forgot I had one of those now... "Thanks," he replied to the blond man gratefully, pulling the device out of his pocket to try it out.

He hadn't really messed with a lot of technology before, but the basic functions seemed obvious enough. Xander left soon after that, so Shawn followed suite, deciding it was probably a good idea to do the same if he wanted to stay alive. Basic training...here I come.

He had some pride as an independent teen, but above all, Shawn hoped against hope that he wouldn't required to train with his pokemon.