LOG 87: Barricade

I was about to exit my seat when loud rattling sounds from large numerous trumpet destroyed the enthusiasm and fun the people were having. Shauntal and Iris's battle was put to a halt as Team Plasma grunts entered the scene with their Pokemon. Everywhere my eyes turned, grunts were being replaced by local guards. They were everywhere, surrounding every rock they could fine. Myriad in numbers, Plasma came in, baffling those who least expected it.

Iris's Haxorous and Shauntal's Chandelier faced the particular man coming ahead. He is a man with blonde hair and wears a blue cowlick around his head. He has yellow eyes and wears glasses. He wears a long white lab coat, a pair of white gloves and a black uniform with blue outlines. He also wears black shoes.

"Team Plasma! Leave at once!" demanded Shauntal.

"That trick does not work, I'm afraid." said he in a gentle voice. He echoed to say the following, "Perhaps this could be your opportunity, a guide for a manuscript!"

"My inspiration are only to be touched by the good!" Shauntal argued.

"What are you doing here?"

"The girl from the Village of Dragons."

"Lieutenant."

"We meet again! This time, I have the upper hand! You won't win against the painful wrath of Team Plasma!"

Their Pokemon shot everyone they could find with their boosted moves.

"Let's alert Logan," Dawn suggested.

The people who were racing for their lives, rambling throughout the arena to look for a way out was our cover-up. There was no way out for Team Plasma had barricaded all entries and exits, even the main gate with a giddy and tight path was blocked. At the top of his palace, Alder rode his Bouffalant down, trying to get there to avoid the problem from becoming a widespread catastrophe.

"Shh, go bring us to Logan," I told Gardevoir.

<Gar~>

We ran inside the loop of endless doors, restrooms, and ancient Unovan artifacts. It's round, this place is, and we feared we might've went in circles for the past three minutes.

"Watch--"

"Empoleon, Hydro Pump!"

"Skitty use--"

"I'll deal with this, Gardevoir, Moon Blast!"

<Gardevoir!>

A grunt surprised me in front, Dawn took over. Another aimed for her back, but I was there to stop him.

"Thanks," Dawn and I uttered in exact moments.

"This is room forty-one, so that must be it!" I pointed at the door four steps ahead.

"It's opened?" Dawn tilted her head to the side.

We entered his waiting room and noticed he wasn't there. The lights were on, the air conditioner was running but his bed was well-made.

"Argh!" A grunt walloped his shield at Dawn's back.

He tried doing the same to me but I immediately kicked the bottom of his shield to push him away from the door. I advanced and separated his leg with my left leg while the right goes up like a zipper to his genital. Losing force to clasp further his shield, I pushed it away and gripped his throat, sliding him up the rough walls afterward.

"What are you planning to do here? Where's the Meteonite?"

"I won't tell you."

"Fine by me. I'm not wasting time to build up drama. Gardevoir, he's all yours." I tossed him away and went inside 43.

"Dawn?"

"I'm fine."

"You sure? That shield had a sharp edge. Where did he hit you?"

"Don't know what you call it, but somewhere in the middle."

"Spine. Can you stand?"

She tried pushing the floor. "Yeah, yeah, I... I'll take time. Go find Logan."

<Garde!>Gardevoir called for me.

More grunts were coming away. She had a hard time dealing with them. One fainted grunt was equal to three more on their way. Worse, both sides were charging directly for us.