Josh, Noel, and Raikiri were not in great shape, all three of them bleeding from the explosive firefight underground. Having escaped the bunker and now a safe distance from it, their leaving the place in disarray made it unlikely the wounded Rockets could afford to pursue him. Tilting his head toward Noel, Josh gasped. "You're hurt. Bad." He ordered Raikiri to crouch, the Gym Leader scooting forward in the saddle. "Hop on. We'll get you back to Oldale and find us medical assistance."

Provided Noel agreed, he would find that even the Zeraora's limp was quite speedy. It would not take them long to get the young man to an immediate care facility in Oldale. The Bullet Seeds, unlike real ammunition, would break down over time in the presence of Pokémon healing. Several doses of LIFE DEW and some R&R, and the two would feel good as new. "I'll get the package with the Poké Balls mailed back to the farmers' guild and file a report with Ranger HQ. You should get your check in the mail. Thanks for the help; couldn't have done it without you." With that, the duo parted ways, Raikiri waving goodbye to Noel.