Donning a hat and sunglasses, Oscar entered the arena as anyone else would. The fact that tickets cost like, 50 poke was annoying but whatever. The profits will be worth it. The lobby was full of stragglers, mingling here instead of finding their seats like normal spectators. Oscar left the lobby quickly, he had a very small window of time to make this distraction work. 

Meanwhile Musta and Disco began their dig well outside of Mauville. They had quite a ways to dig, but didn't seem to mind. They enjoyed digging together, and spent their time goofing off and humming silly tunes. Due to their jests and antics, they would most likely be late to their appointment with Clavis. Not that they seemed to mind, they had no concept of time after all. 

Meanwhile Clavis was released on the way to the arena, and had skittered his way into the vents beside the building with little effort. He crawled through carefully, not wanting to pop his head bubble against the steely vent walls. The followed the route laid out for him by Oscar, and quickly made his way to the vent overlooking the manager's office. As he quietly peeked through, he found an unexpected problem. There was a woman waiting in the office, which is weird because Oscar swore up and down it would be empty. As far as Clavis knew, Musta and Disco would be there any second so this lady needed to be disposed of quickly. How could he possibly get rid of her though?

Clavis had an idea, it was a gamble but a gamble would be better than going back to Oscar empty handed. He slowly pressed his bubble against the ceiling of the vent, and with a little pressure it popped. Clavis immediately began to suffocate, so he had to move quickly. He Lunged against the air vent cover and blasted it away. He fell to the floor of the office and twitched wildly, violently gasping for air. He really hoped the woman would take him to get help, because this would be a stupid way to die.

Meanwhile Oscar walked the perimeter of the arena, seemed like every seat was full. Good, the more noise out here the more noise he can make backstage without drawing too much attention. On the opposite end to the arena from the entrance, there was a large opening that lead to the snack bar. Within that opening there was an employee's only door. Oscar opened that door and went down the stairs within.

The stairs lead to a hallway hidden below the seats that surrounded the arena. Oscar strode down the hall, acting like he belong just in case someone came out and found him. The diagram of the arena placed the pokemon storage toward the north end of the circular hall. When Oscar reached it, he knocked roughly against the door. Hopefully someone was inside to greet him.

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Nobody answered the door. Oscar knocked again, still nothing. Was it empty? No, he could hear voices. Then what the fuck, didn't they know he was on a tight schedule? Oscar groaned and checked his pokenav. Shit, that fight was gonna start any minute. Well, he had to cause a proper distraction. So he opened the door.

"Hey what's the hold up!?" He tried to sound official like but it was up in the air if that worked or not. Oscar found an additional small hallway that lead to a door with three massive pokemon in front of it. A nidoking, a rhyperior, and OH FUCK THAT WAS A GUY! He was a god damn tank holy shit, how do you build that much muscle!? Oscar forgot what exactly his plan was, he was to transfixed on the mass of man that stood before him. He nearly fainted. No! Stay focused on the task at hand. He shook his head to snap out of the spell, "Er um I uh believe the fight is about to start. Is the champ ready or what?"

Meanwhile, Clavis was in a pickle. The woman indeed tended to him, but she attempted to catch him and failed. Clavis had to think fast, and more importantly not panic. He weakly lifted his leg and began rhythmically tapping the floor. He was attempting to communicate using the code his master had taught him. Except--only his master would know that code. Darn. Perhaps he could write a letter? No, he couldn't read nor write. Oh dear what to do. Clavis weakly nuzzled into the woman, he wanted to appear pained and lost. Perhaps she will take him to find his trainer. Hopefully before Disco and Musta arrived.

Disco and Musta were still goofing off, but they were focused just enough to start keeping up a good pace. If they kept up their current trajectory, they should reach their destination very shortly.

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Clavis nodded at the woman's request. He had no intention of actually leading her to his master, but if it got her out of the room he was willing to play along. It would seem that they were finally heading out, now Disco and Musta were free to--

The manager burst in, seemingly in quite the hurry. If Clavis could sweat, he'd be shedding bullets by now. The manager joked about Clavis's size, which the little dewpider did not react to. He was 80% sure he could defeat any opponent. He was a good little soldier, his master kept telling him that so it must be true. He had no time for this though, his companions would arrive any second and the office was still full. Perhaps if Clavis took the manager hostage? No, he didn't have the strength to wrangle an adult human. Though he was short, perhaps...

No, Clavis was no confident in his ability to handle this on his own. He shall wait for Disco and Musta, their arrival shall provide the distraction he needed to execute a proper plan.

Disco and Musta were digging up, they would arrive at their destination soon. It'll still be a short bit, but their journey was nearly done.

Meanwhile the beefcake security guard asked Oscar a question, and Oscar was quick with a response. "I'm the hype man, you know I yell a lot and get the crowed HYPED!" Oscar made some hand motions to simulate hype, it was not very effective.

He decided to change the subject, "I'll just head out and check back later. Oh! Before I go, I gotta ask. What's your work out routine? I've been trying to build muscle for months but nothing is sticking." As he waited for the guard's answer, he reached behind himself and pulled a pokeball off his belt. During the guard's answer he would open the ball, releasing Zygarl the Scizor, who surged through the doorway and pointed his claws at the man. He had been waiting hours for a fight and was out for blood! After Zygarl, Oscar released Wrath the empoleon, who stepped through the door more slowly. He was down to brawl too, but he wouldn't lower himself by seeming eager.

Oscar smirked and stepped through himself. "How about a work out right here? I mean, you're not busy are you?" It looked like it was gonna be quite the battle, until the ground began to rumble. Oscar peered around, confused at what was occurring. Between the two teams of pokemon, a large hole erupted from the floor. From it popped out Disco and Musta, who cried out happily as if to say 'Surprise!'. As the two pokemon waved at everyone in the room happily, Oscar planted his face firmly within his hands. "You have got to be shitting me." He said, his woeful words muffled. "It's the wrong fucking room! I was so clear, how could you fuck this up!?"

Disco and Musta were too happy to have finished their dig to notice their master's despair. 

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Oscar pinched the bridge of his nose as the security guard prepared for battle. Oscar looked to him, his expression tired and disappointed. "I'm not that cool to be honest. This was supposed to be a big moment for me but I have over estimated the abilities of my pokemon. In other words, I'm no longer in the mood." Oscar spitefully returned all of his pokemon except Wrath to their balls and began backing toward the door.

"I hate to disappoint though. Tell ya what, we'll meet in Slateport and I'll crush you then. Don't keep me waiting, stud!" Oscar snapped his fingers, "Mist me." Wrath opened his mouth and an eruption of mist quickly filled the room, offering Oscar and Wrath some cover as they sprinted out of the room and down the hall. Oscar returned Wrath to his ball mid-run and powered his way up the stairs leading back to the seats. From there he took a more casual pace, striding his way toward the manager's office.

Clavis sat quietly in the woman's arms, wondering where his companions were. The woman noted that they would be waiting fifteen minutes before finding his trainer, which Clavis reacted to with a sigh. Fifteen minutes of listening to the bald buffoon on the other side of the table talk? Oh he could hardly contain his joy.

About half way through the interview the door to the office opened. Clavis wiggled to get a view of the door and found his master standing in the doorway. Clavis excitedly shook his way out of the woman's grasp and plopped on the floor. He skittered over to his master and climbed up his body to rest on his shoulders.

Oscar gave Clavis a pat on the head and gave the office a quick glance. Yeah this plan had no hopes of working, this is why Oscar should never plan heists on his own. He ignored any questions thrown his way and pointed to the bald manager, "You need to hire more than one security guard, I literally just walked up here. No one stopped me. It's pathetic." Oscar gave the two strangers a peace gesture as he turned to leave, while Clavis was sure to wave goodbye to the woman. She was an obstacle, but at the very least a very kind one.

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