Fortree City. 0128 hours.


He's looking at his watch, glancing at THEO BECKETT before giving their surroundings one more look. In his ear he can hear nothing out of the ordinary in the city. He loads up into the truck, packed to the brim with supplies before the little group moved out.

There's no rushing the drive, no need to speed or go overly slow. Just act normal. They were disguised, he'd put on a wig. It was fine. Unlike most cities, Fortree is quiet, more attune to nature. It's unnerving but there's enough modern looking structures to not feel like a moving van was out of place.

As they approach the drop off point, he noted four or five orange cones around the entrance to the famous clinic. "Smiles on, team." he announced into the comms as they parked and readied to offload. His eyes are on the entrance, trying to see if it truly was unmanned. He wasn't totally sure, but people were getting squirrely with Rocket and the dome up. A clinic is a good place to rob in desperate times.


THEO BECKETT Isaac Merlo | in disguise as construction workers, looking like a ymca reject heehoo

Fortree City. 0142 hours.


Mint released a galarian Slowpoke. Though small, it's power would assist in moving the crates. "Hop to it, partner." he instructed, the pink and yellow pokemon using PSYCHIC as his trainer unlocked the back of the truck. In the shadows and even without that much light, it could see the crates ready to be moved. Mint snatched gave the thumbs up to Isaac. "They'll help, but you'll still need to keep watch of our surroundings." He let out a Tangrowth as well, though it would follow him for a different mission.

As he moved to the side of the truck to retrieve something from the front he shot a smile at Isaac. "Just like the donuts mission, minus the pigs." With that bit of encouragement, the Rocket is off busy trying to follow the instructions he'd gotten from Lulu Flint for the little spy drones. "I'm not gonna pretend I understand the science behind these, we just need to stick 'em kinda hidden but line of sight and everything will be fine." The Tangrowth nodded. All the while they worked, Mint would glance up at Theo, on the verge of forgetting he was there assessing him. It just added more pressure.


THEO BECKETT Isaac Merlo | in disguise as construction workers, looking like a ymca reject heehoo

Fortree City. 0151 hours.


Mint gave a glance and a thumbs up at the little birds before looking back down at his work trying to work quickly but also not fuck this up. If he wanted to push this operation forward, they needed to do well tonight. Didn't Fortree have like a fuck ton of birds?? He made sure the connection is good before the Duskull floated away, thanking it quietly as he counted out the equipment.

Thankfully the retrieval would be easy enough. Ghosts or flying types could easily be led back if he couldn't come out himself. "Oh cool- did Cygne kick your ass in the gym too?" he asked, not looking up from what he was doing.

When Theo speaks up, Mint finally breaks away form his typing and little checks to look over at Isaac. Meanwhile his Pokemon are working, with the Slowpoke slowly setting down obnoxiously large crates wrapped in cloth. There's a couple of stray bird cries, though from the intel he'd gathered that wasn't uncommon for the city.

THEO BECKETT Isaac Merlo | in disguise as construction workers, looking like a ymca reject heehoo

Fortree City. 0159 hours.


Whatever awkwardness Isaac seemed to feel around discussing gossip near Theo, Mint clearly did not feel it. In fact, he seemed almost too chill around the Underboss, fingers click clacking along before stopping. He gave a quick look at the blonde, before surveying the rest of their pokemon's work. There more stray bird cries and he gives a look at his partner who is quick to begin tracking nearby birds and dropping quick clouds of SLEEP POWDER to silence the noises.

"Oh?" Mint took a moment before it hit him, grinning excitedly at the revelation. He clearly wanted to dig more into it but stopped himself as Theo spoke up. Mint closed the laptop. He looked around writing down quick notes as to where the little cameras were stuck to before looking back at the rest. The truck was empty. Just as well.

"Ok, nearly 0200 hours. Cams in place, crates out. Let's boogie." his words are accentuated by a few large birds that seemed to fall out of somewhere, dead asleep. He called back the Tangrowth and his Slowpoke.

THEO BECKETT Isaac Merlo | in disguise as construction workers, looking like a ymca reject heehoo