Atreyu was probably going to kill him when he found it. It'd be deserved. For all that he had elected to move away from home in order to help his cousin look into the death of his immediate family, he couldn't pretend as if he didn't have his own motives. Kanto was no longer home, if it ever had been. The streets had become foreign, and unfamiliar, in a way that made his skin crawl. There were far too many demons in the shadows, and Embry was known for spending the vast majority of his time there--lurking.

He'd left his younger brother to wait for him nearby. It wasn't like the boy needed to see just how much of a punk ass he really was. There was countless reasons, as is, for his kid brother to be disappointed in him. His affiliation with the Rocket's was only one tick on a very long list of indiscretions. It wasn't like he'd set out to be the perfect role-model. Ew.

It was Owen's fault if he decided to look up to him... Regardless of the boy's presence, this was his life to fuck up.

Casually, the red-haired grunt put his shoulder to the wall, leaning his weight hard against the brick. His narrow-eyed gaze was a constant, when his attention didn't drift off to some other unknown. There was only a sigh, and a downward twitch of the younger man's lips, as his fellow Rocket pointed out the obvious.

He was here to make these assholes more money, that's all this was. The only thing he suspected the stranger gave a shit about was his success in doing so. There was rarely room for screw ups, in his experience. The Rocket's didn't much bank on losers. The thought had him huffing, as if he were recalling some sort of private joke.

The Fletchinder perched above on an overhang tilted his head first to one side, and then the other, coming to hop from one foot to the other impatiently. Embry already looked bored. He wasn't exactly a big-time thief, or even a planner. Truthfully, he was a reckless liability. "Of course there's alarms," he muttered unhelpfully, rolling a shoulder whilst maintaining his per usual air of: "the rest of the world can go fuck itself."

After a long awkward pause, Embry pushed off the wall lazily, his hands slipping into the pockets of his beat up jacket. He looked like the exact sort of street trash one would expect to attempt to stage a high-stakes robbery... and fail. Tilting his head back, he looked up, and further up still. The city buildings were tall, reaching up towards the night sky. Not that the stars could be seen, what with the lights and cloud cover. "Obviously it's meant to keep people out, not in..." A ghost Pokemon certainly would have been helpful to have on his team, but the only Pokemon he had who was of much use was the fire-type continuing to inspect the pair of them. "Cameras around the back of the building can be taken out easily enough," he boasted, as if he'd done this before.

He was way out of his league.


Zev Harcourt