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It took Wes a moment to realize someone was talking to him. He blinked, then jumped when he realized she was standing right there, leaning over him. And where had she been when he was about to get sliced into pieces? Awful convenient for her to express concern now that he was no longer in...

“Brrr?” Wes jumped at the sound and suddenly registered that Novo was at his side, trilling softly in concern. Without a word, Wes looped an arm around him and pulled him in close, taking deep breaths and trying to focus on the softness of Novo’s fur above all else. Breathe. Breathe. He just...

Wes dove around the skirmishing Pokémon and grabbed the man’s knife. Good. Now if he had something to tie him up with— A yell caught his attention. The shorter man who had come to his aid was flat on his back, staring down the other Umbreon, with a snarling Mightyena at his side. Wes cursed...

[[GOT SNIPED AAA]] …oh. That made things easier. He would take it. The problem now was the man’s Pokémon. “Novo, keep them away! Subdue them if you can!” Novo released his hold on the now unconscious man and spun to face his Pokémon. He deflected the Umbreon with a Protect, then gunned...

Wes was faltering. Novo could see it in his eyes, in his pained expression, as if he were lost in his own head. Novo lashed his tail up against his trainer’s leg in a feeble attempt to bring him back to reality. Now was not the time! The split-second of hesitation was all he needed, Novo lunged...

Gods, what was this guy’s deal? Wes managed to skirt around the pool and made it to the far end of it before turning and snarling at his pursuer. “What do you WANT from me? I haven’t done a damn thing to you!” ..well, other than choosing to sic Novo on him, but that was beside the point. Novo...

No doubt about it. This man was absolutely unhinged. Wes was now regretting his decision to pull the trigger. Novo was immediately buried under the opposing Espeon and Umbreon. Wes sprang to his feet and whipped out his dagger. He didn’t care if they were Pokémon, if Novo was in danger, he...

Hot anger flared in Wes’ chest. Just who the hell did this guy think he was, marching up to strangers and giving them death threats? And did he seriously just say he was fine with killing at random here? Was he really that deranged? In the corner of his eye, he saw a flicker of dark movement...

What was going on. This idiot knew about Cipher? And Snagem? His threat against both organizations should have been comforting, but instead it just set Wes more on edge. Something about this entire person just felt wrong. The man’s movement to his own knife was not lost on Wes. He took note of...

…apparently he’d written off this schmuck too quickly. Wes glared up at the masked stranger, making an effort to appear as unruffled as possible. “The hell are you talking about?” Who did this punk think he was? ‘Mocking’ him? Apparently Wes minding his own damn business was an inexcusable...

“Spi, spi, espi-spiiii!” Wes nearly jumped out of skin with Neo suddenly sprang to his paws, chirping ecstatically. The Espeon was dancing on his toes and practically prancing around Wes’ stool, looking up at him with wide, sparkling eyes and pointing with his snout over across the deck to…...

His first reaction was a snort and a very firm hell no. But then the letters kept coming, and each time it made him more and more tense. Just who were these people, how did they know him, and how did they find him…? “Sounds suspicious as hell, if you ask me.” Duking’s voice had crackled over...