[attr="class","samjermain"]Sure, her rent was cheap. But Pokemon food wasn’t and power around here was a fricking racket. That’s why she kept taking stupid jobs like this. Ones that were questionable instead of outright illegal. Most of them were stupidly simple tasks that some rich or lazy guy was too lazy for. With only two scams under her belt—including a weirdo who wanted feet pics—this merc stuff had been going pretty well so far. And she hadn’t even broken any laws. Unless you counted jaywalking.

She didn’t wait to cross an empty road sometimes. If that’s what she went to jail for, so be it. Those few seconds were worth it. Be far from the worst thing she’d done. And, heck, most of that stuff had been done out of spite. At least money was logical capitalistically.

Today, the powers that be sent her to the routes around Lavaridge. Some scientists—which side she didn’t know—wanted a particular type of rock. After an impromptu geology lesson, one punctuated with a hundred pictures of the same brown thing, she’d set out for the target area. Beneath her breath, she murmured the names of the stones in time to an old grunge song. Boots kicked at the dusty path beneath her as she climbed the hill to the first outcropping.“Get anything, Yakky?”

The badger nodded enthusiastically. "GOON!" He held up a large rock in his hand. One blunt claw pointed at it—as if she’d somehow miss the flexing and movement. A sigh punctuated her next words. “Yakky. That rock’s not even the right color. Can you try?” His muzzle wrinkled in offense. He was trying! It wasn't his fault those pictures were triny.  With a grunt, he tossed the rock over his shoulder.

Instead of the din of shrubbery, however, an ‘ow’ echoed from the walking path below. “Shit.”

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