Oscar turned his head as a voice called out to him nearby. @isaac had arrived, and thus there was nothing further to worry about. Besides you know, the mission. Oscar greeted Isaac with a smile, turning toward him with an outstretched wrist. "Glad you could make it, and not a moment too soon." If Isaac observed Oscar's wrist, he would see Oscar pointing with his other hand to a silver watch. The time was nearly 5:00pm, but Oscar was pointing to the 6. 

Oscar smiled, reaching into his coat and pulling out a folded piece of paper. "While we wait for things to kick off, why don't you grab some groceries. I think I saw a store nearby." He would hand the paper to Isaac, and should Isaac unfold the paper he would not find a grocery list. Instead he would see a carefully written note which read thusly:

Look under the dumpster behind to the convenience store next door.

Oscar would give Isaac a devious smile before returning his focus to masterminding the "outreach" aspect of this mission. Many residents had gathered to grab water and eat some free food from food trucks Oscar had rented--providing the perfect opportunity for what was to come.

Should Isaac make his way to the dumpster has instructed, he would make two discoveries. One would be a Hisuian Voltorb named Trigger, who was rolling around near the dumpster. Trigger had two tasks in today's events: The first being to protect the dumpster from anyone that did not look like Isaac. The other would be made clear later.

As noted before, Trigger was trained to look out for Isaac and would allow him to safely approach the dumpster. Under the dumpster Isaac would find his second discovery: another note. This note was a great deal more detailed, laying out instructions to dig a tunnel toward the complex starting from under this very dumpster. The instructions had the exact measurements that would be required for this tunnel, and noted that Isaac should return to Oscar once this task had finished. Finally, it stated that Isaac had only one hour to accomplish this task.

It was a good thing he made it on time...

Isaac Merlo

The digging team would encounter no obstacles beyond the earth they cleared out. Even when they dug up and into the complex itself they would find no one waiting for them. They would end their tunnel in an unoccupied apartment, owned by a 'Tyler Crespin'. Tyler was dead, poor man was hit by a stolen vehicle while smoking outside of the restaurant he worked at. It was actually his death that made this all possible--as it would be the catalyst for the 'party' that would occur at six.

Oscar took great lengths to set up this event, he needed it to be a spectacular cluster fuck if he was going to get anywhere with his upcoming endeavors. It required a bit more maneuvering than past plans, but should everything go well it should be worth the effort. You see, Tyler was the member of The Duskulls; a gang based in outer Mauville. He was well respected, fair mannered, and considered a decent human being despite his penchant for armed robbery. He was always willing to help those in need, even if they had connections to The Duskulls' long time rivals: The Claunchers. 

These two gangs had been at it since the 90s, but they were always looking for excuses to rip each other apart. Oscar used this to his advantage, stealing the car of a Clauncher captain and having one of his Rocket goons smash it into Mister Crespin. Once The Duskulls got their hands on the security footage, they were instantaneously enraged. They could not be reasoned with, no matter what the Clauncher's claimed the blood was already in the water. Desperately wishing to avoid conflict, the Clauncher boss reached out to set up a secret meeting to set things right--in the parking lot of the GMH Affordable Housing Complex.

The Duskulls' boss agreed to meet, but they had no intention on settling things peacefully. He was bringing a mob that was fully prepared to beat the Clauncher boss into a bloody smear on the pavement. The Clauncher captains did not trust The Duskulls to be peaceful, so they tailed their boss with their own underlings in tow so that they could leap to his defense should things go down. And oh--things were going to go down.

Oscar checked his watch, clicking his tongue as he saw that the hour was coming up on 5:50. He wondered how Isaac was coming along, should he have given him more help? Nah, he heard Isaac was a tough fucker. Surely he could handle this on his own. Oscar's presumptions were proven correct, as Isaac would soon appear with his task completed. Oscar grinned, "Glad you made it back safe! Umm--but where are the groceries? Eh, never mind they weren't that important anyway. You're just in time for the party!"

Oscar nodded toward the parking lot, where a majority of the complex's tenants had gathered to enjoy the handouts. If Isaac looked closely, he might spot a lean yet muscular looking thug wearing a teal sleeveless shirt with black stripes. Oscar leaned in toward Isaac to whisper something to him, "The 'you know what' is about to begin. Wait five minutes, and once I give the signal I need you to unleash hell. Are you ready?"

Oscar hoped so, he was pretty certain that they only had one shot to get this right.

Isaac Merlo

Oscar grinned as Isaac spun his tale. The kid was a natural, it was reassuring that he knew how to play along without instruction. Some grunts would not know the meaning of subtlety if it had bashed them in the face. Oscar turned toward the complex's parking lot--it was time for everything to fall into place. 

The leader of the Claunchers caught the sight of a large group heading his way. They moved effortlessly among the oblivious crowd, marching with purpose toward their waiting rival. It was a mob of Duskull gang members, their own leader taking point as they approached the Clauncer boss. They were all armed, which immediately sent the Clauncher boss into a panic. Before he could run however, members of his own gang would appear to defend their leader. The Duskulls ceased their march, this was no longer an easy mark. The two groups were equal in number, and things could get ugly fast if they were to start fighting. 

And then Isaac stepped in.

The blizzard took the entire crowd by surprise, cutting them off from the GMH tables. Their confusion was short-lived, quickly replaced by a bizarre rage thanks to the falling Rage Powder. The final nail in the coffin came from the very clever strike at the Clauncher's leader. He went down instantly, and the gangs leapt eagerly into battle.

Their brawl was ruthless, quickly taking up the entire parking lot. The other members of the crowd, innocent bystanders with no stake in this fight, were quickly drawn to partake in the violence thanks to the rage powder. Soon blood would cover the pavement, and those outside of the blizzard would begin to panic as the sounds of battle echoed through the streets. 

Oscar gave some orders, sounding assertive as he instructed his GMH lackeys to break through the blizzard. It was all apart of the performance, the workers knew not to interfere--just to make the semblance of an effort. This seemingly open act of aggression would very well be enough to assure the city council of the legitimacy of Oscar's crusade against crime. However, Oscar felt this debacle needed something--a little extra. Something that would really strike fear into the public and elevate Mauville's crime problem to an all-out crisis. He looked to his watch and smiled--"Three, two, one..."

The voltorb within Tyler Crespin's apartment stared at a clock on his wall. When the correct time came, it performed its given task. It Exploded. The blast dissipated the apartment and several apartments around it. More importantly, it blew out one of the walls facing toward the parking lot. Fire and debris shot through the blizzard, engulfing the brawlers and sending several people flying into the air. The complex began to creak, leaning ever so slightly as its structural integrity was compromised. The GMH workers sprang into action, loading up bystanders into their vans to safely transport them away before the building could collapse. The back of Oscar's private van flung open, and the beast would casually walk toward it. "Come along Isaac, we're done here."

@isaac

Oscar stopped as Isaac spoke out, though he did not turn to face the grunt. A GMH official peeked out of the van, "Mister Clayton we have to move..." Oscar held up a finger, and the official hesitantly slipped back into the van. This shall not take long.

Oscar turned his head, so that he could get a view of Isaac. With his mouth hidden behind his shoulder, the beast's expression would be unclear. "My apologies Isaac, I neglected to give you the choice. By all means, feel free to stay behind and help. Don your mask, and fly to the aid of these victims in the name of Rocket. Hell, do the 'Prepare for trouble' mantra if you wish. I however, do not have that luxury."

Oscar turned his head away, "Events are in motion now, and they will not stop for us to gawk or bemoan. The League will indeed show no action, but as I act as one of them I must be there to force their hand. It's all about the big picture, of which I am the artist. I would love your assistance, but if your heart guides you to the bit-players you have no obligation to join me. However, neither I nor the future will wait for you."

Oscar stepped forward, boarding the van without hesitation. He allowed the van to stay open for but a moment, allowing Isaac to make his choice. As Oscar took his seat, he wondered what Isaac will choose: progress or sentimentality? 

Isaac Merlo