Slateport’s Pokemon Black Market had been booming recently. Having been working with virgil roach for quite some time now, Lex is not a stranger. She doesn’t enter through the alley, instead she cuts through one of the many questionable shops in this area of the city. The keeper peers up from examining his wares, simply giving her a nod before returning to his work. In the back of the store, a Klefiki sits lazily on hook beside a bare piece of stone wall. It stirs at the sound of her footsteps – familiar. A soft jingle can be heard before Lex even turns the corner. Once her identify if confirmed by the fairy pokemon, the stone wall shift thanks to the Malamar on the other side.

Lex is inside, waiting for him, leaning against a damp stone wall with their cargo in hand. When Bill Anderson approaches a set of amber eyes flashes towards him, critical, as always.

Bill Anderson