Again he was going over the cargo that had been slated for transit, taking the utmost of care to ensure that everything was in order. As simple as a job like this might be any sort of oversight might and typically did lead to disaster.

Too many times has a job like this been gone south because some imbecile didn’t know how to read a chart properly. A job like this was normally not something Simon bothered himself with but being stuck behind a desk got boring after a while. Everyone needed to stretch their legs at some point or another.

These were also hazy times with everything that had been going on in the region so a delicate hand would be better than a rough one. Granted these were all just excuses the man came up with to justify his getting out despite the protest by those he works with.

You didn’t expect to see someone whose trade was information typically getting their hands dirty. At least he wasn’t alone even if the one he’d be working with didn’t seem like the type who enjoyed too much idle chit chat it was better than nothing…he hoped he would be proven wrong.

”Careful boys, wouldn’t want to damage the merchandise. No one’s going to want to open a pokeball and wants on the inside has turned to goop.” Simon called out, cautioning the dumb goons whose job it was to load the merchandise so they could get it moving. It was a question that Simon wondered a lot about as a child. What happens to the Pokémon on the inside if you crush a pokeball?