Ch-e had never been squeamish about the black market. Some of his most reliable partners had come from here, before it all got flushed down the drain- twice. While it wasn't really his main focus at the moment, the base that was situated here was going to be relocating very soon and needed an extra set of eyes. Pokemon meant for sale tended to go 'missing' if one didn't eye things like a hawk. A favor had been raised and he had accepted, not really having much better to do with his day.

Razz had not entered at a good time. No customers were supposed to be present. The extra head did not go unnoticed.

"You." From his mild vantage point on the auction stage, he called over the heads of the other workers. He marched down the few steps, making his way towards Raziel Beckett. A Delphox stuck close to his side, snarling but quiet. "What are you doing here?" He hissed, all Beast, no Ki. When he was close enough, his eyes flicked over what he could make out of the other.

And he paused.

"Ah." Taking a step back, Chu-e lifted a walkie-talkie to his mouth, his Delphox moving to stand in front of him. "We have a problem, Cillian Quinn."

"On my way."

The submarine was submerged off the coast of Mossdeep, with a Rocket agent on stand-by to teleport back-up onto the scene as needed. The warehouse in which the auction was to be held was guarded with low-level grunts not out of incompetence, but because they could take the fall in the event of a League raid. Chu-e was the only man of real rank on the scene, with a direct line to one of the underbosses himself. If something went wrong, they'd get him out — or in this case, bring Gavin in.

He appears side-stage, hidden from view, and already has a pokeball in hand. Its weight pulls at his wrist.

"Lock the place down," Gavin orders over the radio, "we're going to have to do a wipe."

He doesn't explain further, and won't have to; as he exits onto the stage, he tosses Lugia's beast ball over the floor. Its dark wings cast malevolent shadow over those in attendance, most of them grunts and new initiates unaware of its existence.

Gavin's amber stare is on Raziel Beckett himself.

"Kingsman? What a shame. I had hoped we'd never have to meet under these circumstances." The deep timbre of the man who was not Patrick Cavalli carries easily in the large space. Another ball reveals his Stakataka, who blocks the main exit with its bulk of metal-and-stone. Gavin's smile is sharp-edged, cruel. "You didn't wander alone into a place you weren't welcome, did you?"

"Huh." This is also the first time that Chu-e has seen or heard tale of the literal god that Cillian Quinn seems to have at his fingertips. It looks messed up, not at all how the stories his mom told him as a kid made him think it would, but he still recognizes it. He's more impressed than startled or ready to do some type of worship. The weird building pokemon... well, Chu-e doesn't know what that is. Maybe if he did he would be more impressed on that front as well.

Chu-e does have a few more pokemon on him, but between Gavin's, his own Delphox, and the handful of faceless grunts lingering around, Raziel Beckett is just... kind of fucked. However, Chu-e is not one to just let someone else do all the work... sometimes. Pulling up his shirt a bit, he reveals a holster and pulls out a gun. It's quickly cocked and idly pointed at the boy.

"Yeah, yeah, this is when you get sassy about the big bad guys. Look, kid, I kind of like you. Just hand over your phone, let me get my Musharma, and I'll even put you up in a nice hotel for a few days. No harm, no fuss, no foul, and I'll even make sure no one roughs you up."

"Curious about me, were you?" Gavin's stare is cutting. "Don't be. You'd be much safer for it. Hands where I can see them, please."

He makes a quick gesture with the hand holding the walkie-talkie connected to Chu-e Choi's own.

"You can forget about calling your friends in the Rangers; no signal out here for a reason. Cooperate and you leave with your life. No offense, kid, but you're not a priority target."

Though unaware of the other's former ties to the organization, Gavin is confident in his dismissal. Raziel Beckett was not someone they needed dead and the disappearance of a popular Ranger from Hoenn would draw more attention than Rocket wanted. He descends from the stage and prowls up to Chu-e's side. He keeps enough distance between himself and the Ranger so as not to allow access to the gun holstered against his chest — he is careful to show the weapon, nevertheless, a threat without words.

"Humour me, while we've got you here. What were you thinking, sneaking in here? Thought you'd take us down all by yourself?" His canines flash as he laughs. "I admire the balls."

"Okay. Not really in the mood for you trying to get into a dick measuring contest." It was said mostly to Raziel Beckett, with a bit of an eye roll. "Cipher, pat him down." The Delphox narrowed his eyes at Razz before moving forward, snatching the phone from the boy before doing exactly what was promised- patting him down, half with his hands and half with a psychic energy. He even went as far to try and empty his pockets and grope his thighs in case anything was hidden there. Really weird, but at least the pokemon wasn't doing it to be a pervert.

The pokemon was very thorough, and if Razz had anything extra hidden on him, it would most likely be revealed.

"Kid, you were in the club, too. You should know that if I wasn't repaying that favor, I would have just killed you by now." While it had been a somewhat harmless comment, Chu-e did send a brief glance in Cillian Quinn's direction. Yes, the kid had been in Rocket and Chu-e knew that. Had he been hiding that? Not intentionally.

At the Ranger's bold comment, Gavin actually laughs.

"The Light-Devourer was under no man's control that I could see." It occurs to him that Chu-e Choi knows nothing of Necrozma's assault on Slateport, as with most of Hoenn. Raziel Beckett's words strike Gavin as desperate bravado; he's not impressed. "I've no interest in such games. I know my power."

His gaze flicks to the malevolent legendary whose powerful wingbeats keep it suspended above the assembled auction seats. Lugia had stood against Necrozma where so many of his other Pokemon had failed — that alone was proof of its strength. Gavin had come to respect Lugia, even trust it to some degree, but he would always fear that strength.

You were in the club, too.

Gavin's gaze returns to Razz, then, razor-sharp. Where before he'd adopted an air of indifference, there's an intensity to him now. "You ought to have stayed far away from our business." He's not smiling, now. "I don't appreciate a loose end who doesn't know to leave well enough alone. Choi is the only reason you're still breathing. How important is that favour, Chu-e?"

Gavin's gaze never leaves Razz, and he's drawn his gun.

Any ounce of warmth still inside of Chu-e was sucked out when his siblings nicknames were said to him. There was the briefest moment of panic. Then it was quickly iced over, eyes hollowing into something predatory and sharp. He wordlessly plucked a pokeball off his hip, called out a Blissey. Her serene grace and bright pink, soft body doesn't fit into the situation. Wordlessly, he hands his gun to the pink pokemon. A knife is pulled from his pocket, sharp enough to split hairs.

His eyes do not leave Raziel Beckett the entire time he does this.

"Restrain him." It's growled out, voice deep and commanding, an echo of the past. Cillian Quinn and his question are forgotten. Some of the various thugs grab onto Razz, holding his arms down and forcing him to his knees.

Chu-e grabs for the boy's hand, sets the edge of the knife on his middle knuckle. "How do you those names?" Is the first question. The knife slides, biting into skin. Chu-e is not trying to cut his finger off.

"And how many other people know them?" The knife cuts. Chu-e is trying to skin him alive.

Their prey makes a critical misstep.

Gavin does not know who Joey and Calla are, but he will remember the names. Family, perhaps? Rocket were Gavin's family, and he would react the same if any of them were used against him as leverage. It's why he's quick to tie off loose ends; they must cut away the cancer before it eats their organization whole. Razz Kingsman is one such cancer. A danger to Rocket's continued existence in the shadows.

However, it is Chu-e Choi that Raziel Beckett should fear in that moment. Gavin looks to silence the Ranger quickly, but their former Beast wants to make him suffer. The underboss has never been a fan of torture, but there were some lines you didn't cross.

Gavin sits down on the edge of the stage and lights a cigarette. He could stop this, but he won't. He doesn't intervene, nor does he look away.

The honesty gives Chu-e pause.

He's done this more times before than anyone should. The casual torture for answers. You can see desperation in the eyes of someone broken, saying anything to make it stop. You can see the shadows of lies in their gazes before they've given in. But Raziel Beckett has something else in his eyes. A sort of fierce assurance that hides nothing. Chu-e is not one to be bought in by pretty words but he feels this is the truth.

The knife is pulled back before the thin strip of skin, which he had been so busy separating from muscle, can be completely severed. "Amora, Healing Wish." The Blissey hums before a shower of sparkles erupts from her body. They sink into Razz, beginning the slow process of knitting flesh back to flesh. It will not be perfect, it will not be the same as before- but it will not leave as large as a mark as it might have before.

A bloodied hand curls under Razz's chin, pulls his head up so he can look Chu-e eye to eye. "If I find out you're lying, Razz, I'll hunt you down like a dog. Then, I'll do things to you that make you beg for death. Understand?" Slowly standing back up, he steps away as he taps another ball on his hip. A pink Musharma floats there.

"Hypnosis." The pink pokemon floats down, gets eye to eye with Raziel Beckett. Chu-e pauses, glances at his Delphox. "... Cipher, you make him forget."

It is not the kind choice. The fox pokemon steps forward and radiates malice. Where the Hypnosis would make Razz sleepy and malleable, a Psyshock from the Delphox would do more than make him forget- it would replace the memories with something worse. Force Razz to remember and relive whatever ailed him. Perhaps something that burned hot and left scorched flesh in it's wake.

He closed his eyes, took a few steps back, then snapped his attention to Cillian Quinn. "Can you hold the floor? I need to wash my hands." He didn't wait for an answer, already walking off.