Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Virah sat down on a dusty bench and sighed, "that's the plan, yes,"

The poison specialist faced Whitney with a serious expression, she didn't know why the pinkette decided that now was the time to start worrying about getting caught but Virah thought that her friend's worries were valid.

"Are we sure we'll be fine if we do this?" Whitney said in a stressed out tone, "I mean... what if we get caught?"

"..." Virah looked away, "we don't have to do this you know," she replied, expression and tone neutral, "we can just continue being trainers instead of doing what we're planning,"

"Do you want to do this?" Whitney asked, "I... don't think that this is a good idea but..."

"We can just move on and go on our journey," Virah glossed over what Whitney was implying.

She didn't know what the pinkette meant by trailing off like she did just now and maybe that was the point; that Whitney herself was confused and just wanted to hear something.

Virah sighed, "we don't have to worry about Team Rocket, or even the people on the slums, the gangs will be fine without us, and nothing will change if we ignore all of them."

"And if we try and mess with them?" Grene said from the side.

"Then there's a good chance that we get caught," Virah turned and met the martial artist's gaze.

"But?" Grene pushed.

"But we can probably help the slums if we do," Virah said with a unconfidence.

"Probably? Why?"

She faced Whitney, "because their situation is more complicated than what's shown on the surface," Virah answered, "we've talked about this several times already, saving them from the gangs won't help them,"

"Right..." Whitney looked down at her feet, she crossed her arms in discomfort, "how do we help them then? Possibly help them- I mean," she stammered.

"We can spread awareness," Virah replied, "people will probably notice our actions and I don't know, maybe they'll help out the slums once that happens?"

"I can ask dad about helping them," Whitney supplied, "is that a good idea?"

"No, it's too suspicious," Virah shook her head, "he'll probably caught on to what we're doing if you ask him to help out the slums in the same week we attack a gang,"

"Right..." the pinkette sighed, "what do you want me to do then?"

"Stay silent, then continue with our plan, I guess," Virah replied, "that's the only thing we can honestly do, we can't influence cities in the same way Gym Leaders and Champions can,"

"Uhuh," Grene took out the item that she herself won, a Black Belt, "that's first place right?"

"Yep," Virah confirmed, "don't worry, I think Nitro will continue to dominate in the events for a while,"

"Won't you have to register once you go back to the Pokeathlon for the second time though?" Grene tilted her head, "how will you deal with that?"

"By putting up my actual identity," Virah shrugged, "anyway- we're getting side tracked, we need to refine our plan on the raid,"

Virah pointed at Whitney, "are you fine with being the distraction?" She wanted to confirm if the pinkette had gotten her nerves back, "because I can infiltrate the building just fine even without it-"

"No, I'll do it," Whitney put up a shaky thumbs up, "but what about you? You're going in there all by yourself,"

"I'll be fine," Virah smiled, "I can sneak around just fine,"

"Right," Grene said, "and if you do get caught, we'll charge into the building to help you,"

"That is the plan," Virah agreed, "so with that being said, let's talk about refining it,"

Virah hopped down from one rooftop and into the next, the starlit sky above her blanketed the world in darkness, hiding her from the illuminated streets below.

There were people accompanied by Pokemon patrolling the outskirts of the building, their routes were unplanned save for their distance from the building's walls.

They looked well equipped, with clean clothes, a decent haircut, and shoes meant for running. They also had weapons, nothing that could truly hurt a Pokemon but the bats they were carrying were more than enough to incapacitate a person.

And speaking of Pokemon, the ones with them were first stage evolutions, most were Poison Types like Koffing and Grimer but a few had Oddishes.

The ones directly in front of the door had Houndours standing next to them, it was safe to assume that both trainers were strong if they were guarding the entrance directly.

'That or they're just there for intimidation,' Virah thought as she eyed the two bulky men blocking the entrance of the building.

She wouldn't know which of her guesses were right unless she fought them directly which won't happen unless she was forced to.

Virah stood up and ran away from the spot she was on, she jumped from rooftop to rooftop until she reached the building directly next to their target and their, she eyed the window she would be entering.

Inspecting her "entrance" allowed her to learn a few things about it, like for example, the fact that it was boarded up, going around and inspecting the other windows yielded the same results.

Virah got away from the slums and back into the crowded streets of Goldenrod City, she ran around the streets until she found a spot to take off her costume.

She placed her ninja gear inside her bag and slumped against the toilet's canister, "this is a whole lot harder than I expected,"