he wasn't usually in raids such as this one back when he was still working for the slateport police department, and even then, he doesn't like being the one in charge.

the task was simple at least: he was to scout ahead before giving a go for the main force, basically him just making use of his dogs to secure everyone else's entry. it bothers him that he's the first to die if an ambush is in place, although he supposed this was the excitement he's been missing in his life.

a ballistic vest covers a rather casual attire of a dark woolen hoodie and jeans. a radio is fixed for easy communication, though kyle doesn't have to use this for this particular encounter.

two of his pokemon were out of their pokeballs, with the poochyena sniffing the ground by the warehouse door precariously. it turns to kyle after a whiff, with the lack of wagging of its tail telling kyle the message he needs to know -- no explosives, at least. he turns to his mightyena afterwards, and then jerks his head to the door.

it sticks by his side as kyle approaches the entrance, watching as his trainer yanks the gates open. the poochyena releases a roar shortly afterwards, as if announcing their presence for kyle, while his mightyena takes the front protectively.

"lilycove p.d.! surrender yourselves, or something like that."

the last part lacked motivation and the energy.