Chapter 24

 

“Kitchen secure, move up.”

 

Geno moved through the darkened room, his claw weapons still sheathed, easily avoiding the various pieces of furniture, though he did wince as Tiamat brushed against a chair, causing it to screech as it slid across the hardwood floor. He refrained from glaring at her, waiting a moment to ensure that no one had heard the second noise before moving deeper into the house. Hamiri moved quietly, behind the larger dragon, and while she was quieter than Tiamat, she was still louder than he was. He made a mental note to start giving the harem a series of lessons, similar to the ones he had gotten during the survival training at the Academy, before heading deeper. Everyone had had their roles explained, and he was fairly sure they wouldn’t flinch or hesitate during this little… exercise.

 

Hamiri was the only one he really worried about, mostly because she would make or break the attempt to get information from the Council member. Ia could simply break into his mind, but Geno didn’t want to do that unless he had no other choice and hoped it didn’t come to that. He continued deeper into the house, his path avoiding closed doors, and while it took longer than he had expected, they did arrive outside the room in relatively short time. He gestured for Hamiri to wait outside the room, not wanting her to reveal herself, as they might not believe him.

 

He posted Tiamat by the door, and then silently stalked forward, and shook his head as he recognized the movie, The Pokégirl Slasher VI. The movie was in the spot where a Whoresea was being raped by the main villain, while an electric saw travelled along its track toward the screaming female’s neck. He could only wonder how they could watch crap like that, and snagged the TV remote from the nearby table. He paused for a moment, before deciding to wing it, and turned off the TV, right before the saw got to the Whoresea’s neck. All three adults jumped as the TV snapped off with a pop, and again when Geno unsheathed the two outer claws on his left claw.

 

He leaned forward, and pressed the claws against the Council Member’s neck. “I would strongly advise against…”

 

He winced as the human female screamed at the top of her lungs, and then was forced to dance back as the Purrsian turned and lunged over the sofa at him. He cursed as the feline knocked him backwards, his claws nicking Mr. Duham’s throat, causing the man to scream in terror, thinking his throat was being slit. Cursing at the situation, he unsheathed his right claws directly into the Purrsian’s stomach, making her stop attempting to slash him with her blunted claws to grab her stomach, and then flipped her off of him, toward Tiamat. Tiamat grabbed the Purrsian, and then slammed her into the ground, stunning her, before shoving her muzzle into the pokéwoman’s face, and snarling, causing the older female to freeze.

 

Geno stood up, and rolled his shoulder, before glancing at the two terrified human’s in the corner of the room, as far from him as they could get, though the woman was still screaming. He sighed, and then sheathed both sets of claws, before grabbing the woman’s hair, and slamming her against the couch, smothering her in it. She immediately stopped screaming, and Geno took the brief silence to take control of the situation. “The Hunter’s have been dealt with, your security system is offline, and no one is coming. Now, we can do this the quick, silent and painless way, or I can start taking people to pieces to get what I need, starting with your children and these two after them.”

 

Everyone froze when he said that, including Tiamat, who he had not fully told about his plan. She relaxed after a moment, and shoved the Purrsian toward the other two, and settled down. He simply waited for the three people to decide, and after a moment, he let the human woman up so she could breath. He then shoved her toward the corner of the room and sent her husband over to join her. He gestured for Tiamat to let the Purrsain join them, before sitting on the arm of the recently vacated sofa. “Please refrain from screaming, wailing, or otherwise making a good deal of noise. If you children wake and come to see what is going on, we will kill them. Without hesitation or pause.”

 

Both of the women silenced immediately, though the male was staring at him as if trying to place him. He simply smiled, and nodded. “I am Geno Rathin, you might have heard of me. What I am here for is the information your husband has on Team Apocalypse. Now, like I said earlier, two ways we could do this, one is painless, and he lets my psychic pokégirl look for the information I want, while the other involves me killing people in this house. I would PREFER the first, but the second is fine too. It is your choice.”

 

All three of the people in the room blanched, before the two women turned to the council member. Geno shifted from the arm of the couch, and sent a mental request for Ia to send down one of the children, her choice of which one. A minute later, the youngest daughter stumbled tiredly into the room, and looked confused. “Mama? What is going on?”

 

The Purrsian’s head snapped up in horror as Hamiri stood behind the child, looking at Rathin. He shook his head and headed toward her, nodding to Tiamat. “If they move, don’t kill them, but make sure they don’t move again.”

 

The girl seemed to realize that something was wrong, and whimpered softly as she tried to back up, pausing when she bumped into the Kitsune. She looked up, suddenly scared, but Rathin put one hand on her shoulder, and smiled softly, sadly, at her. “It is alright. Nothing bad is going to happen as long as you aren’t scared. I just wanted to talk to your dad.”

 

She knew, from the fear in her eyes, that he was lying, but was also smart enough to not say anything to the contrary to him. The Purrsian was alternating between whimpering in absolute terror, and begging. “Please… not my baby… please, anything, do anything you want to me. Just leave my baby alone…”

 

He smiled softly at the terrified Pokéwoman, before nodding to her husband. “He still hasn’t answered my question. Let my psychic go through his head, or we do it the hard way. Which will it be?”

 

The male stared at him, before shaking his head. “I don’t know anything.”

 

Geno sighed, and shook his head. “Wrong answer.”

 

He ejected the claws in his right weapon, tearing through the back of the girl’s head, one claw coming out of her eye, popping it, before twisting his wrist, and then ripping the claws out the side of her head. She gurgled, and dropped to the floor, twitching, as the Purrsian screamed, and tried to lunge forward. Tiamat pegged her with a dragonbreath attack, paralyzing her and knocking her to the side, where she continued to try and crawl forward to the small still body. Hamiri gagged softly, but quieted when Geno glared at her. He noted Tiamat watching the body with a hungry expression, and shook his head, not quite wanting to go that far, yet. “And that is one of three. Now, think VERY hard on that answer I want, because the next might be your son. Because clearly you don’t care about the girls.”

 

The human woman looked up in terror from the no longer twitching form on the floor, before fearfully looking at her husband. He ignored everything other than Geno, meeting his eyes, trying to see if he was bluffing. The pokegened tamer simply looked down at the body, before shrugging. “Alright, next one is…”

 

He glanced at the door, and saw the older daughter, the six year old, and shrugged. “Well, looks like your son won this round. Of course, she can win this one too if you give me what I want.”

 

The daughter was frozen at the door, staring at the slowly spreading mess from her sister’s head, and looked up when she realized Rathin was walking toward her. She turned to bolt, his claws that he used on her sister still out and dripping, but Tiamat was already behind her, having used blur to get behind her. Tiamat easily picked up the screaming and fighting child, before snarling softly into the girl’s face when she slapped the G-spliced. The human woman was arguing with the council member, but Geno didn’t listen, simply grabbing the girl’s arm as Tiamat set her down, before frog marching her over to stand beside her dead sister. “Again, you can either relax those impressive mental defenses of yours, or you lose another child.”

 

The council member shook his head, but tried to reason with the cold blooded murderer that had broken into his home. “I CAN’T. If I did, they would…”

 

Geno cut him off by putting the claws through the back of the girl’s neck, severing one of her jugular’s and her spine, before the claws went up into the bottom of her brain. “What they WILL do is nothing compared to what I AM doing. Move ma’am, and you will get the same attack the Purrsian did. And I doubt you will survive it.”

 

He watched the human woman collapse, before sending a thought to Ia. “Think very carefully on your last child, Duham. Because next is the Purrsian, then your wife, and finally you. My psychic could break your mind right now to get the information, but she might destroy what she is looking for. Unlikely, but I am not willing to settle for unlikely. So think fast, because your son is coming down now. Oops, too late.”

 

He turned as Tiamat grabbed the boy, who had the presence of mind to try and bolt as soon as he saw someone he didn’t recognize. Tiamat handed him over to Geno, who tried to turn to bring him over to his sisters, but this one was a fighter, and the five year old tried to punch Geno in the groin. He grunted as the blow caught him on his thigh, and then broke the boy’s arm with a casual twist, making him drop to his knees and blanch, though he was brave enough to not scream in pain. Geno looked up, his eyes as dark as death. “Maybe this one screaming in pain will help you decide, Council Member Duham. Should I remove any chance of him ever breeding first, or should I start with his digits? I am tired of TRYING to be reasonable. Decide now.”

 

Mr. Duham looked from Geno back to his son, his mouth working as if he was trying to talk, but nothing emerged. After waiting a moment, Geno’s patient expired, and he put the middle claw through the boy’s knee, making him scream and instinctively kick, which tore open the major artery in his leg. Geno waited a moment for the boy to finish screaming, before pressing the claw against his other knee. Duham was crying as he watched, and rocking as he tried to talk, but he took too long to speak, and the boy’s other knee was destroyed by the same claw. The even shriller scream of his son, begging for his daddy to help him, finally broke him. “ALRIGHT! Enough, you win, get your damn psychic, just stop and save him.”

 

The man was openly crying, but Geno could feel nothing but disgust for him, though his expression went blank as Hamiri emptied her stomach behind a nearby chair. Ia appeared behind the man, and grabbed his head, lifting him with one arm to his feet so she could look into his eyes. It took a half second, before she tossed the unconscious man back onto the ground, and nodded to Geno, indicating she had gotten the information. Geno dumped the boy on the ground, and recalled Hamiri and Tiamat. “My thanks, and be of good cheer, it is not as bad as it could have been, and it could have been MUCH worse.”

 

The woman looked up, anger mixing with disbelief and sorrow. “How could this possibly be any worse? You monster, you are even worse than Team Apocalypse. At least they only kill freaks like you, and leave everyone else as alone as they can.”

 

He didn’t bother to answer, as Ia reappeared beside him, and the moment their hands touched, they were gone, heading back to their home in a round-about trip.

 

 

 

From the fearful glares that everyone was giving him, he could guess that the story had gotten out about what he had been doing during Halloween night. Only Ia was sharing breakfast with him, everyone else was sitting as far away from him and Ia as they could, and both Tiamat and Hamiri were still asleep. He finished his breakfast, before speaking. “Are you done with the silent treatment and would like to hear why last night happened, or would you like to continue acting superior?”

 

Mayuan looked around, and nodded. “Hamiri was… rather forthcoming about what you were doing, Master. And we want to know what was so important that you killed and maimed children.”

 

He sighed, and looked over at Hamiri, who meeped and started to duck out of the room, having just started to enter. “So you only gave the highlights, and failed to mention how we did it? Fine.”

 

He stood up and jogged into the tunnel leading to his chambers, and then came out a moment later, leading a child. “So, you have problems with me doing this?”

 

He had asked Ia and Hamiri to assist like they had last night, though he nodded to Hamiri, and half of the child ceased to exist, revealing that Hamiri was using an illusion to disguise a watermelon, and Ia was holding it at about the height of a child’s head. He emotionlessly drove his claws through the watermelon, noting with some approval that Hamiri managed to keep the child illusion as realistic as possible even though half of it wasn’t being created. He sliced the watermelon in half, before nodding to Hamiri again, and she dropped the rest of the illusion. “So, anyone want some watermelon?

 

There was a disgusted silence, before he shrugged and let Ia float the watermelon over to the table, neatly cut in half. The harem slowly gathered about the table, before Ly sliced it into equal pieces with a dagger, and offered the first slice to Asheer, a small smile on her face. Geno shook his head as the harem slowly began relaxing, before looking at Ia.

 

She didn’t answer immediately, though he wasn’t sure why she didn’t, she wasn’t the type to get distracted, and had proven on numerous occasions that she could have psychic conversations with most of the harem at normal conversation speeds, and she should have reviewed her findings last night as she got them. However, she did quickly get back to him. There is a contact in Goldenrod that we can pick up at a club called Fiery Disco. It is a rather… peculiar place, so I would advise bringing Asheer to escort you in the club, while I stay outside. Only certain types of pokégirls are allowed inside, and most of the tamers that frequent seem to have fire related blood gifts and curses.

 

He nodded and turned to Lendysa , who straightened slightly as she saw him turning. “Get everything ready to move. We have been here long enough, and it is time to move on. Mayuan, you will be teleporting everyone, including the two kits, to the area where we returned that Leopardess to her tamer near the Union Caves. You remember that place right?”

 

He got Ia to send his image of the cliffs on top where the tamer had been, on top of the slope they had battled an avalanche of Gravelgals and Geogals. Mayuan nodded, and put everyone in their pokéballs, except Lendysa , who would be in charge until he and the others got back and staying out for the teleport, and the two Draco pokékits, though he doubted that they were mentally kits anymore in anything other than name.

 

That done, Ia teleported Asheer and Geno to Goldenrod, appearing in an alley behind the major department store, and Geno quickly pulled on a travelling cloak, which helped him blend in as it was getting colder, and he needed the extra heat anyway. He gave Asheer a hug, before walking out of the alley, Ia having already left to find out more information about club Fiery Disco. Asheer snuggled against him, before suddenly remembering something and glaring at him. “You didn’t have to punch Razia that hard you know. She would have slunk off at a harsh word, let alone two punches. You are going to have to make it up to her later. And much sooner instead of sooner. As in as soon as we catch up with the others.”

 

He didn’t bother to reply, instead waving off one of the nearly infinite number of pokégirls that were employed part time to help customers in any way possible. He opened his mouth to respond, when Ia contacted him, giving him the location of the club, as well as the details of the TA recruiter inside, what he had with him, and how to ‘properly’ initiate contact with him, as well as a probable cover story to get him outside. From the look of amusement on Asheer’s face, it was obvious she was having the same one. They started toward the exit, and Geno gave the Bunny Girl and her exasperated supervisor a polite nod as they left. Asheer had a distasteful look on her face, so he assumed Ia and Asheer were still having a conversation.

 

 

They arrived outside the club, and the first thing he noted was the bondage pokégirl using chains, and a second one wearing a leather outfit that covered everything, except for her eyes, mouth, breasts and groin. He shook his head, and took a breath, before approaching, skipping the line, heading for the male leaning against the wall near Leather Girl. If he had to, he would guess a dominatrix for the leather one, but the chains pokégirl eluded him. He had just barely started to skip the line when a Machoke stepped out of the shadows behind the male wearing a latex suit that left only her mouth and eyes uncovered, and pointed at him. “Get in line, you can wait like everyone else.”

 

He ignored her, and continued toward the male, which made the Machoke curse and start toward him. He paused just before the chain ‘rope’ that blocked people from entering, and leaned forward, leaning against one of the poles that held the chain up. “I need to see Mr. Silver.”

 

He honestly had no idea who Mr. Silver was, or why he was needed to get to the contact, but the name made the Machoke freeze in place. The male stared at him, before shaking his head. “Mr. Silver is out at the moment. Though if you want to leave a message, I can tell him when he gets back.”

 

Geno ducked under the rope and stepped around the Machoke, who tensed up as he got between her and the male. “Mr. Gold is actually who I need to talk to. There was a Bunnygirl that matched the description he put out. He might want to go and see her, now. She was supposed to be sold, SOON.”

 

That was supposedly the code for a police raid, according to Ia, and the way the male tensed and jerked his head to the door indicated it certainly meant some kind of emergency or shit was about to go down. Feeling like a character in a really C-grade movie, he entered the club, and immediately revised his current role from C-grade to a blue C-grade movie. He ignored the various ‘entertainments’ going on, heading for the bar, though he had to rebuke Asheer as she stared in horror at one stage, where a woman was bound in latex, hanging from a rope between her ankles, and was having piercings done. And judging by the muffled screams, she wasn’t wanting piercings. Another stage had a pair of Dominatrix having a contest, taking turns whipping a pair of very near human pokégirls, stripping their street clothing off, and then shoving the studded hilts of their whips into an orifice of their whimpering victim. A pre-Sukebe song was being played by a trio of Bardesses and a Diva, though since it was a rap song, he wasn’t sure if it was actual music or a type of chant with music added.

 

Geno got to the bar before Asheer could start spouting her rage, and he nodded to the barkeep. “Need to see Mr. Gold. Now.”

 

The barkeep looked up from the drink he was mixing, a random suicide as he was quickly adding dozens of drinks to the long necked glass. “Never seen you before. No concealment among customers, bar rule.”

 

He glanced at Asheer, before turning back to Geno with a smile. “Her first time here? Then rules are she has to perform. Though you get to pick how.”

 

Geno snorted, and shook his head. “Hit coming, I need to get Mr. Gold out of here, now. We pay enough for that, Mr. Silver, so you can damn well make an exception.”

 

The barkeep looked up as Geno mentioned a hit coming, and when he identified him as Mr. Silver, the keep nodded toward one of the corners. “Far booth, though be careful, he might not like being disturbed. He has his favorite performance going. Who called the hit, and when?”

 

Geno hadn’t moved, as Ia had said that they had layers of ways to make sure no one had breached their racket, and moving toward the first booth would get him and any of the harem with him as part of a performance, before being turned into a pokégirl. “Insider in the HBC broke, and we couldn’t burn down the house fast enough. Current lead is General Smith, though he probably won’t show his face here. The usual.”

 

That made the barkeep stiffen, and he slid Geno a drink, which he immediately took a long draw from, before the barkeep continued. “Milktit shit. He is one.”

 

“And they know it, though not publically. So this is his burning.”

 

Mr. Silver grimaced, and jerked his head toward a table near the Dominatrix performance, where a rather plain tamer watched with apparent boredom, each arm around a pokégirl, working a tit of each, as a third bobbed her head up and down his cock. Geno rolled his eyes, took another pull, before sliding it back to the barkeep. “Disappear, they are coming. Soon, if not already.”

 

Mr. Silver nodded, and spoke to the Tavernmaid pokégirl nearby, and disappeared through a small door behind the line of shelves. Geno had just gotten to the man’s table when the band finished their rap song, and rolled into another pre-Sukebe, one that Geno recognized though he couldn’t remember the artists, ‘No One Lives Forever’. Smiling at the suddenly appropriate song, he nodded to the man, and sat down. He started to speak, but was cut off. “Leave, you are not a friend of mine, and I don’t share my table or girls with strangers.”

 

Geno glared at him, before shaking his head. “Burn down in progress, Mr. Gold. We need to go. Full burn for this sector.”

 

Ia was carefully guiding him through what to say, and he knew without her, this would be impossible. Mr. Gold jumped at being named, and shoved the pokégirl sucking him off away with his foot, fixing himself as he stood, the three pokégirls scurrying away the second he stopped paying attention. “What the hell? Why wasn’t…”

 

Time suddenly seemed to slow, and Geno became aware of everything going on around him. The sound of someone slamming against the main door hard enough to dent it, everyone freezing but the band. “…the Grim Reaper cuts, cuts, cuts, but he can’t get me…”

 

A second hit, and the door blew inward, before two canisters of gas were tossed in. Geno didn’t wait, grabbing the contact, and dragging him to the emergency exit, cursing under his breath as the Hunters began pouring into the room as the gas canisters expelled their compressed contents. ‘Mr. Gold’ was babbling, and he had to resist the urge to knock him out, though he wished he had as they got halfway to the door, and someone else made it to the back exit first, jumping out only to get knocked back in as someone jammed a rifle butt into their gut. Geno shoved Mr. Gold at Asheer, yelling for her to get him out, while he dashed forward.

 

The four men at the emergency door were armed with oversized rifles, except for the one at the back who had what looked like a tranquilizer gun. The three men were wearing Hunter uniforms, and were exactly his height, and while their they wore face concealing gas masks, they all had the same color hair as him. Two of the people near the Hunters tried to rush them, but one went down as the man in back fired, hitting him with a tranquilizers, and the other was knocked backwards when two of them other men fired their weapons into his gut, the beanbags knocking the wind out of him, and a rifle butt to the forehead convinced him to take a nap.

 

Geno grinned, and pulled his cloak forward, just as the man at the back of the formation spotted him charging, and fired twice. Both shots were stopped by the heavy clock, and he feinted dodging right, and then swirled to the left, dodging a trio of beanbags, but a fourth glanced off his shoulder. He let the cloak fall about him as the tranquilizer gun clicked, empty, and the hiss of his claws sliding out of their sheaths was an eerie counterpoint. One of them seemed to jerk slightly, and fumbled for his shoulder, trying to call for assistance, as the other two moved to cover the others. One of them dropped his rifle, and drew a pair of daggers, lunging forward only to drop into a crouch as the second fired his weapon, but his shot missed as Geno flipped upwards, over the shot, and landed with all his weight on the dagger wielder’s shoulders, slamming him into the ground with a crunch, one of his shoulders snapping.

 

Geno skittered forward as Asheer flanked the man fumbling with the tranquilizer gun, carefully bashing his head against the wall to encourage him to take a nap, before slipping out the back door behind them, where Ia should be waiting, leaving her tamer to deal with the two humans left. The third man finished fumbling with his shoulder, and drew a short sword, as the remaining Hunter tried to fire his weapon, only to find out that Geno had cut open the pouch containing the special ammo for the weapon, turning it into a really awkward club. He was already behind the man, and slammed his elbow against the back of the second person’s neck, before having to dance backwards as the short sword flicked out, almost as fast as he was normally, but with his strange awareness, it might as well have been moving at quarter speed.

 

He immediately darted back in, his claws moving to shatter the weapon, one weapon sliding upwards, trapping the short sword between the blades of his claw, and then twisting. It was the first time he had tried to shatter a weapon with his claws, and he was mildly worried that instead of breaking the weapon, he would break his wrist, but the short sword snapped in half with a satisfying crack. He feinted with his second claw, and then kicked the man in the gut, and kneed his descending face, shattering the gas mask, and flipping the man backwards. Geno grinned, and then danced to the side as a storm of glass shards whizzed through the spot he had just left, slicing up his cloak and letting his wings come into view. He looked back from the direction the glass had come from, and saw a Hunter with shards of glass covering his forearms, with a Glass pokégirl moving just behind him in a proper guarding position.

 

Realizing that Shard had come to the sting, Geno waved, and then turned, slipping his foot under one of the bean bag guns, and kicking it up into the air, catching the heavy weapon one handed. He whirled about lightning fast, as Shard raised his arms to toss more glass at him, but Geno was already leveling the weapon, still one handed, as he turned, and fired it without properly bracing the weapon against anything. The recoil dislocated his arm immediately, but the shot hit Shard in the gut, causing him to fold in half as he dropped to his knees, pulling his mask up to puke up his last meal. Geno grinned and bowed to the infuriated Glass, before ducking out the back door, and dropping the bean bag gun and only then groaning in pain.

 

He looked around, and saw Ia standing over Mr. Gold, one hand on his forehead, but Asheer was nowhere to be seen, though several pokégirls of various types were lying around the alley. Assuming Ia had already put her in her pokéball, he walked over to her, ignoring the way his dislocated shoulder allowed his arm to sway as well as the pain, and coughed. He dropped to his knees as Ia popped his shoulder back into its socket with a thought and no warning, before glaring at her. “Did you get everything? And where is Asheer?”

 

Ia handed him a pokéball, before standing. I can’t teleport both you and him away. They have put a teleport block up and it is reducing how much I can move, so it will just be you and me.

 

Geno nodded, and then gave her a hug and a kiss, before looking around, and seeing that they were at the meeting spot near the Union Caves already. “And that is what I call a good mission.”

 

 

 

Geno was relaxing in the hot spring of the cave system that was the new base, and enjoying the sight of Mayuan and Sarianna trying to teach the two draco twins how to use a pokédex. They were using the dead tamer’s one since they had managed to somewhat repair it, since his was likely still be tracked and was going to stay off except for a daily check to see if Kiagan or Liandra had sent a message, though that would be done away from the camp to make sure they were not found. The survivor from that tamer’s harem was an Orcunt, and she was enjoying the hot spring across from him, and he had to admit she was striking. Though she kept looking at him like he was dinner, so he was debating whether to have Ia or Aliza around to keep her calm when he offered her the choice of being tamed or being put in a pokéball until they could return her with the tamer’s equipment to a pokécenter.

 

Asheer staggered into the room, and Geno frowned, noting that she had been hurt, before pointing to one of the side passages where Tiara was. She understood, and limped toward it, as Sara came in, carrying a fanny pack over her shoulder. She started to spread her wings to fly, but paused as Rathin shook his head, it was too small and she would make a mess of the living area. She gave him a pout, spoiled by the saucy sway in her hips, as she stalked around the pool, and lay down on one of the sleeping bags behind him. Her tail flicked over to rest on his shoulder before tapping the side of his head. The Orcunt staring in shock as he idly grabbed her tail tip, ignoring the flame, and plunged it into the hot spring, making Sara yelp.

 

He glanced over his shoulder at his Whorizard, before shaking his head. “Are you being pushy for a reason, or just because?”

 

He got a glare from her, but both of them knew that he was in the right, so she shrugged. “Me and Asheer went out to look around. Found some more ferals, caught most of them except for the plant types and others that are more helpful to the wilderness than stored, and were on our way back when we literally ran into a pair of buzzbreasts with a buzzqueen. Both the ‘breasts stabbed at Asheer, hence why she got hurt, while the ‘queen seemed to have freaked at the sight of us and was bailing. Caught her between her shoulders with a flamethrower, dropping her and she slipped into the pokéball fine. The two ‘breasts’ went berserk, and only one of them survived the resulting combat, sorry.”

 

His look got sour when she mentioned capturing the buzzqueen, and from her small smile, he already knew what she was thinking. “I just lost my last buzzqueen to a recognition. Why the hell do you think I want another one?”

 

Sara got a rather cute pout, before dismissing her tail and sliding into the water beside him. He glared at her as she pressed her breasts against his side, and one hand drifted down to fondle his testes. “Because she is gorgeous, curvy, and can make that delicious honey that heals us without using up either Tiara or the PPHD.”

 

The Orcunt was watching her wheedle his opposition away, though it was clear she was surprised at how he took it. Apparently slight amusement was not the norm. He kissed her neck, but looked up as Ia teleported in, and looked down at him. I have located a base in Goldenrod, but while it should have the information you want, it is likely that the Jhoto Hunters are aware of it. If you would like, I can see if they have raided it, and if not, come back for you and a team.

 

He considered the options, before shaking his head. “Let me get the team together, and you can recon in front of us as we go in. Just stay close, I will be relying on you to keep me intact.”

 

 

 

“Of course, if I had realized that the base was this close to the Hunter Headquarters, I might have had a different answer. Whatever. Teams are Asheer Aliza, and Athena for team A, “ He paused, waiting for the groans at his unintentional pun to die down, “ Can it, ladies, being serious. Lendysa , Hamiri, and… Sara, you three are team B. Ia, Razia and Tiria have tamer guard, so are team Tamer.

 

Team A is to guard the entrance, but fall back if someone enters, and let me know before hitting them from behind, unless it is Johto Hunters, in which case, fall back to Team Tamer. Also, Asheer is leading.

 

Lendysa , you are leading team B, and you three will be point team. Stay in contact, and be careful. You three are out there on your own, and will have to avoid confrontations until my team gets there. I have patched our comms through Adam’s pokédex, he was the tamer that got killed. Now, we wait for Ia to finish scouting, and we move in.

 

Also, try to avoid killing anyone, but if push comes to shove, and someone has to die, I would rather it not be in the harem. Stay alive, and good hunting.”

 

He glanced over at the building’s back entrance, which was still locked, and once Ia deemed the area was safe, and no one was paying enough attention, she would unlock it. He figured she was also looking around, but even as he thought that, the door clicked, unlocking. He gestured for Lendysa ’s team to go first, then his team, giving Ia a quick tap on her shoulder in appreciation, as Asheer’s team came through the door. Ia shoved several large, heavy, and bulky pieces of equipment against the door, making it nearly impossible for someone to get in or out this way without getting really loud. I have blocked all the other entrances but the front entrance, since you want Asheer and the other two to watch it. All the local Team members are inside the base, so no one should be trying to get in. I don’t think they are aware of my tampering up here yet, but once the fighting starts, they will be.

He nodded, and waited while Ia forced everyone to experience the layout, a moderately painful experience for most of them. He gave Ia a look, before shaking his head. “Less force, more permission. Let’s go ladies.”

 

 

Outside the building, a shadow on the nearby roof detached itself from the surrounding bits, and shook his head as another shadow joined him, though this one had fine dark fur, with several bright gold rings slowly appearing as the moon rose in the sky. The first shadow shook his head, and tapped his radio. “Nox here, final target has entered the base. And it looks like Clown owes me a thousand creds. I expect it on my bunk when I get back.  Gonna need to go around to the front, they left that open. Don’t move too fast. Give him time to get too deep to get out. That Alaka-Wham of his from the park is powerful, since she punched through that teleport block on her lonesome.”

 

 

Inside, in the basement of the building, a steady beeping from a console made a Team Apocalypse member swing around, and look over the console. “Sir, we have an unauthorized entry in sector four.”

 

James Smith glanced up at the alert from his conversation with Cinder, who was, as usual, in his plate armor with the flamethrower tanks on his back. “Hunters?”

 

The grunt played with the console for a moment, before shaking his head. “No sir, not sure who it is, we can’t get a good visual. All the cameras have been moved from their normal positions, and I am getting glimpses. No alarm as to someone doing that, so probably a tech pokégirl blocking it while someone else moved it.”

 

James nodded, and punched Cinder’s shoulder. “See, told you that we couldn’t get out without a fight. Why don’t you go play with our intruder in basement level 1 to stall him, and tell all the grunts to pull back to basement level 2. No sense giving this ‘hero’ a sliver of a chance. Dumbass kid probably, thinking that this is a video game, and that a few high quality can beat a mob of mid quality. Oh well, their funeral. Get a loveball ready.”

 

He turned and headed into the back room, and suppressed the urge to draw his weapon at the sight of someone who looked damn similar to his so called arch-rival Geno Rathin. “Diplomat, we have an intruder in the warehouse above. I am mobilizing everyone to meet them in the arena and holding cell room on basement level 2.”

 

The young woman sitting on the desk looked at him with her one eye, her left eye covered with an eye-patch, and a large katana resting on her knees. The individual behind the desk looked up from his computer, and nodded, punching in a few more keys before standing and stretching, making James notice the striking similarities to Rathin yet again, only this one had no obvious pokégenes, only a few minor ones that gave him his nickname, since no one knew his actual name. If he even had one. “Good, and you really should relax. Remember, you filleted Rathin like a Magicunt, and our research hinted that he couldn’t be healed. And I saw that wound on the films you and the others brought back, without magical assistance, he is dead.”

 

James fumed at being figured out so easily, but didn’t show it outwardly. “And yet he was reported to have been seen by one of our people a week or two ago, and was certainly alive then.”

 

Diplomat shrugged, before closing his laptop and putting it into a backpack. “Then apparently your information was wrong. Now, go deal with this intruder, I will be watching in the observation room. Deal with it, and then finish evacuating the base and get out. Our insiders at the Hunter’s said that they would be raiding tonight.”

 

James nodded, and headed back out, as Diplomat’s Sup-Bra Genius teleported in, and pushed her glasses up onto her nose with the palm of her hand. “All of our key members except for Cinder and James are out, master. And most of the more valuable pokégirls we recently acquired as well. Only the three special cases remain. Do you wish to stay and watch or get out before the Hunter’s record you and THEY realize you are still alive?”

 

Diplomat shrugged and laughed, before shouldering his backpack. “Life is a gamble, and my personal security system got a good look at the tamer. Turns out James was wrong about this Geno Rathin, and not only did he survive, he is stronger for it. I wanna go and see him fight. It would be certainly edifying to see what those two did with my younger ‘brothers’.”