Frontline Mission #1

Jackson tore down a paper flyer that was stuck to a nearby metal pole, his eyes scanning over the page. The flyer had been created by the police force and had rather simple text on it saying that the police force was looking for information about gang activity. He was about to crumple up the paper until his eyes reached the bottom of it where it specified that a credit reward was being offered.

“Well what do you think of this bud, snitching but we could use the reward.” Jackson whispered to his partner pokemon, a noctyena named Atlas as he showed the pokemon the paper. Although his pokemon definitely didn’t fully understand the complexity of the situation, he was still rather intelligent. Atlas wagged his tail back and forth, seemingly on board with what the trainer had suggested.

Jackson got back up with a sigh, knowing that this would be of particular danger for him. The trainer was rather involved in selling technology to Thunderdale gang members. Although he had never desired a life of crime, times were tough and he had to make credits somehow. This meant that Thunderdale’s criminals were familiar with him and would know right where to go if things didn’t go as planned.

Considering this, the trainer decided it was best to go to another city. His ties should make it a bit easier for him to get information and people were less likely to catch onto him there. Still, it was rather risky. The thought did cross Jackson’s mind that he could always decide to not give information to the police. Depending on the information, it may not even be worth the offered reward.

Jackson and Atlas were now walking down the pristine streets of Grovehart city. Bright colored plant life covered many of the buildings and the sky overhead was a bright blue. It was certainly a stark difference to Thunderdale’s dark atmosphere and criminal activity.

The trainer turned down an alleyway, looking behind him to make sure that no one was following. Although the police mainly had a handle on the crime in Grovehart there were still plenty of criminals if you knew where to go.

Jackson reached a metal door, knocking on it which created a metal clanging sound. He could see a nearby camera as it moved around, looking at him. “Remove your mask.” A voice over the intercoms said. The trainer removed his metal wolf mask, revealing his face to the camera. For a few moments there were silence until the door slid open, being controlled by a mechanical switch. Jackson put his wolf mask back on before stepping through the doorway with Atlas.

As soon as they were clear of the doorway it closed behind them. The room they entered was filled with crates and boxes of materials, looking like a storage room. Jackson walked over to a nearby wall and waited until it slid open like the door, which intrigued Atlas. After passing through that he entered another room with hallways extending from it. In the center of the wall in front of him was a large painting of Cynic’s symbol. Plenty of other cynic decorations were also around the room. They currently weren’t subtle.

“What can I help you with?” A man said as he stepped out from a nearby door and approached Jackson. The trainer felt nervous, knowing he was supposed to collect information for the police. Although, he was still trying to keep himself rather undecided on if he would actually give information to the police.

“My name is Jackson. I do a lot of the tech for people in Thunderdale, and I came to see if there was anything you guys needed.” The trainer said, his face still hidden beneath his mask. He tried to be vague because truthfully he provided his services ot Ethos, Cynic, and anyone in between. The majority of his customers were members of Cynic, but he typically couldn’t refuse the money if someone with Ethos approached him from a request.

The man nodded as he motioned for Jackson to follow him, turning and heading down one of the hallways. Although this base was much smaller than the one in Brookfell, it was still rather impressive. This was especially true considering they had to keep it right under the noses of the police force that patrolled Grovehart. Atlas was also still walking at his side, his nose wiggling as he sniffed the air and his ears perked up with curiosity.