"Uhh, my truck, my rules, punk. Don't like it? You can walk or you can hitch a ride with the pity party in the back."

The loud thump of his feet do nothing to intimidate her. In fact, she doesn't even spare him another glance. Their only interaction thereafter is her slapping his hand away from the radio.

"The big boy and one of the littles. Gotta make it look convincing, we only managed to rescue the two small ones 'cuz they were hiding out beneath the frozen bodies of their friends. Tragic, they'll eat it right up."

mission: cold caravan

Elliott Jenkins

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"Sure, that's why we'll show 'em they're frozen solid."

She inclines her head in the back where her Beartic is currently rearranging the back to set up their makeshift scene. With the Pokemon asleep, it makes it easy to separate the two that would be 'dead'.

"Beartic will freeze them and we'll take 'em home with us to dispose of. Works like a charm."

Practiced, polished, perfected. She was a smuggler for a living, and this wasn't her first 'oops they froze to death!' lie. All she had to do was remove the Beartic from the picture and present the bodies.

mission: cold caravan

Elliott Jenkins

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"Well that wouldn't do, would it? How are we supposed to get paid if they're dead, Mr. Jenkins?"

She says this sarcastically, with a tilt of her head.

"I'm going to make it look like they died so that we can take them out of the picture. No one will know."

And then, just when he asks, they pull up to their destination. In the back, everything seems to be going as planned. The Pokemon they were smuggling would probably be delivered with some frostbite, but if they were alive, that's all that mattered.

"C'mon, kid. Let's make some money."

mission: cold caravan

Elliott Jenkins

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