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The Infiltrator, chapter 5: The Beautiful World

Sorry for the delay on this, guys. I wrote a couple chapters ahead of time, so expect the next three to come up only a few days apart.

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N left Maxie’s office feeling at least somewhat more confident than before. It was frustrating that no one seemed to know what the plan was, but now he knew where the admins worked and what they did. And Lysandre was apparently the project director. Surely he had to know what was up to do his job. And unlike Cyrus and Ghetsis, he didn’t seem too dangerous. He was a logical next step.

N went to stage 3 and knocked on the door to Lysandre’s office. No response. He used his key card, cracked open the door, and saw Lysandre facing a wall on which a video conference of about twenty different rich and important-looking people were projected.

“It’s settled, then,” Lysandre said, “I’m taking Kalos and the South half of Galar, but that’s all. I’ll be splitting my time between managing them and helping Giovanni with his other projects, and I don’t want to bite off more than I can chew. I plan on doing a perfect job, after all. Now, what about Unova? How should it be split amongst the nine Unovan governors we have signed on?”

“I don’t care which piece of land I’m in charge of,” a surly faced Unovan man interjected. “I keep asking you: how many workers will I have?”

“Gentlemen, there will be plenty of workers for everyone. Giovanni and I are still discussing the optimal number, but whatever number we come to, we’ll leave spares. Now, if we could please stay on topic...”

As the various board members talked amongst themselves about how to split up Unova, N took a good look at Lysandre and his office. The office walls, aside from the one the conference was projected onto, were covered in neat blueprints and paintings of various architectural and technological wonders. The office itself was spacious, perfectly clean, and stylishly decorated with green tropical plants in vases of gray rock. Lysandre himself, while not especially handsome, was equally well-put together and looked about twenty years old. He looked so much younger than he sounded that N almost failed to notice that he was at least seven feet tall.

N thought it wisest to close the door and wait for the meeting to be over. After twenty minutes, the door opened.

“Oh? What brings you here?” Lysandre asked congenially.

“I’m N, king of Team Plasma,” N started, remembering what Maxie had said about emphasizing his status. “I’m here from a universe where I won. I’m the new go-fer. I was hoping you could-”

“A go-fer?” Lysandre chuckled. “Come with me.”

Lysandre led N into his office. “I don’t know what Giovanni told you, but there’s no way that he intends to keep a person like you as a menial worker. Do you drink?”

“Uh, no,” N replied.

“Very well, then,” Lysandre said, pouring N a cranberry juice and handing it to him. “I have to say, I didn’t think you’d be joining us, N. I’ve researched a lot of great people for my job here, and you were one of them. You seemed like you could be a great leader. I’ve heard that you’re smart, well-spoken, have an eye for architecture and were loved by almost everyone you met, but so many people seem to think that you’re the renegade prince type. A ‘man of the people.’ What a pity that would have been. So, what brought you here to join Rainbow Rocket?”

N took a sip of his juice to give himself a moment to think. Would it be better to pretend to be what Lysandre wanted him to be, or to stick with what had worked so far? He went with the latter. “When I went through with my plan, people and Pokémon were separated. And once Pokémon had no reason to care about people...”

The smile fell from Lysandre’s face. “I see. You’re here because you had no choice. Well, I hope you’ll find yourself agreeing with our ideals. And what brings you to my office?”

“All the admins have to do a loyalty test. I just have to look into your mind for a few minutes using a Pokémon.” N took the espeon out onto Lysandre’s desk. “Can we do this now?”

“Of course,” Lysandre said, stroking the creature with his massive fingers.

“Alright. It’ll start when I touch the espeon,” N said.

Just as it had happened every time before, N touched the espeon and woke up in the orb pool.

He has just the kind of youthful beauty we’ll preserve, came Lysandre’s thoughts. Hopefully he’ll be one of the management class- nothing can convince me he didn’t have a hand in designing the Team Plasma Castle. But otherwise, I’ll spare him as a worker.

N didn’t know what any of that meant, but it didn’t sound good. “Show me what the plan is,” N said to orb pool. “And what he means by ‘sparing me.’”

A snake of orbs constructed itself and headed for N’s forehead.

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In the darkened base of the Ultimate Weapon, Lysnadre stood, waiting for the power of the two legendaries to finish its transmission into the machine. A burst of red and black energy shot up through the poisoned flower’s stem, ascending through the ceiling. A faint chorus of screams sounded from above. Then, a blue and white energy shot through the flower’s roots, and Lysandre immediately felt his skin smooth out and his joints loosen. It was done. Almost anti-climactic, in a way. But at long last, he’d set the world on course for a beautiful future.

“Should we release the legendaries?” Xerosic asked. Lysandre looked over to him. It was strange seeing Xerosic with a full head of hair and skin that wasn’t discoloured from the chemical solutions he’d worked with for decades.

“No,” Lysandre replied, “They don’t share our ideals. They could lash out at us. Perhaps even undo some of our work. You know that preserving solution I had you prepare copious amounts of?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Mix in some sedatives and pour it into their chambers. Just in case we have to use the weapon again someday.”

“Will do,” Xerosic said as he left to fulfill his orders. In the meantime, it was time for Lysandre to travel to the Lumiose bunker and give his team the okay to come out. He emerged from the lab and called out his gyarados, upon which he rode towards Lumiose city. It was hour-long flight, and peaceful, until he saw the smoke.

Lysandre wasn’t even at the edge of the city when he realized the source of the fires: dozens of car crashes had occurred due to the drivers’ sudden death. He guided his gyarados down to put out a shop with hydro pump, then moved on to put out a Pokémon Center. Then, to his horror, he caught sight of the burning Prism Tower.

The fire of Prism Tower had eaten through an entire leg of its base, leaving it leaning precariously and with much of its metal twisted and disfigured by heat. After having it put out the fire, Lysandre had gyarados land. From the ground, he could smell the death and burning in the air. The streets were littered with the corpses of people and Pokémon. Lysandre took a few steps back, and his foot hit something hairy and unmoving. He turned around to see what it was: a dead furfrou with heart-clipped locks, tethered by leash to a dead man.

Lysandre heard Prism Tower collapse behind him. He couldn’t bring himself to look.

Suddenly, a portal opened before Lysandre and Giovanni stepped through it.

“Victory isn’t treating you too well, is it?” Giovanni said. “Don’t worry. That’s a very common thing for villains. If you come with me, I’ll take you to an unruined universe and tell you how we can do a more practical version of this. No burning buildings, no corpses.”

Lysandre barely registered Giovanni’s words before he caught sight of numerous grunts pouring out of a smoking Lysandre Café, the one in front wielding a fire extinguisher.

Lysandre ran over to them. “Is everyone alright?” Lysandre asked the group.

“Sure are, boss. The fire just started recently,” said a female grunt, wiping soot from her orange blazer. Though Lysandre couldn’t remember her name, he recognized her as the one who’d designed their uniforms. “What should we do now?” she asked

“Now,” Lysandre said, facing the destruction he’d caused, “we set to work creating the beautiful future.”

“Work? I thought this world would be just like the old one except that we won’t have to look at poor people.”

Did... did this grunt really think that she could go back to running her fast fashion line with no workers to staff it and no customers to fund it? Foolish. But no matter. Even if this grunt was an exception, money was a sign of brains, sense, and responsibility, and Lysandre knew he was leading humanity into the light now. Even if its beginnings looked a little ugly.

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Two months had passed. It was a cold winter’s day, and Lysandre was stalking the halls of Lumiose’s power plant alongside Bryony and Celosia. There had been minor power outages over parts of Lumiose, and, as problems regularly did nowadays, it had fallen on him to fix it.

Lysandre worried about the future. Even now, in the cold winter months, the smell of the corpses that lined the halls was unavoidable. Getting his spoiled Team Flare grunts to move the cadavers was like pulling teeth, and without bug or bird Pokémon, their decay had been slow. Perhaps once the summer sun was upon them, the grunts would finally be willing to move on it. Of course, that was only one of their problems. Infrastructure had to be maintained. Food had to be grown. And while some members of Team Flare were willing to pitch in, others were disappointing him. They complained incessantly about the luxuries they no longer had and about the decaying landscape, and some had wasted weeks going back to their old lives as if the sheer force of their denial would bring the old world back.

After hours of searching, Lysandre found the keys to the power plant’s office on an important-looking corpse, found its computer’s password within its desk, and figured out what might have been the problem.

“Their forced draught fan was long overdue to be replaced. It was in the process of being shipped over when we wiped the slate clean.”

“What’s a forced draught fan?” Bryony asked.

“Yeah. And how do you replace one?” Celosia added.

“And how do you know that that’s the problem?”

“And what will we do for power if this isn’t it?”

“I don’t know,” Lysandre growled. It wasn’t their fault, but it was taking all his self-control not to scream at them. “We’re going to have to find out. Go to a trade school and look through their manuals. I’ll search the highways for the fan.”

The admins left without much more talk, and Lysandre slumped down in the office chair, eyes closed, tired. Though he was loathe to admit it, Lysandre missed the old world. Life had been so much easier and he’d had so much more energy and bandwidth when he’d had people to look after his home and garden, to drive him places, to chase people away when he didn’t feel like dealing with them, and a hundred other things he’d taken for granted. And he was sick of putting out fires all day for spoiled brats who were barely willing to take out their own garbage.

A blinding purple light appeared, forcing Lysandre to open his eyes.

It was Giovanni, emerging from a portal. Lysandre was stunned. The first time this had happened, he’d been so preoccupied by everything else going on that he’d barely registered it. He’d convinced himself it hadn’t happened at all.

“How did you get here?” Lysandre asked him.

“Inter-dimensional travel. That’s all you need to know,” Giovanni replied. “Tired of this yet? Step through the portal and it all goes away. You could go to a well-maintained mall, eat at a properly staffed restaurant, get your hair professionally cut, enjoy all the luxuries your money can buy.”

Lysandre stared at Giovanni a while, then shook his head. “If I left now, everything would fall apart. But my team has been waking up to what must be done. They will all wake up in time, and when they do, we’ll make Lumiose the most beautiful it’s ever been.”

Giovanni chuckled. “You’re, what, a hundred people? Two hundred? They could turn into the best workers the world’s ever seen and you still wouldn’t have the manpower to maintain Lumiose. And just think: the rest of the world is decaying no matter what you do. You’re going to get tired of this. It’s only a matter of time.”

With that, Giovanni disappeared back through the portal.

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Time dragged on. The summer came and went, and with it came an underwhelming harvest. The second winter of the new world saw it quickly consumed along with the last of supplies found in groccery stores. That wasn’t what broke Lysandre’s spirit. He and his team were immortal. A few months of hunger would motivate them to farm smarter the next year. And his team was pulling together. The corpses were finally disposed of during the first summer. They’d even built a new prism tower, albeit a smaller one, representing their willingness to work and their capacity for rebirth.

What broke Lysandre’s heart was the decay. The once-beautiful streets of Lumiose, now with plantlife taking over the sidewalks, dislodged tiles in the streets, and rusting vehicles sitting abandoned. The abandoned buildings caked in dirt and strangled with ivy. Lawns and parks that resembled wild grasslands. Fountains filled with algae. It was truly the opposite of what he’d wanted. But he had to carry on.

The final insult began when one of his grunts complained to him that nothing in their gardens was growing and the fruit trees weren’t blooming. It had been late may at the time. Lysandre had dismissed it as the result of a late spring. But then June came and went, and nothing grew. It wasn’t a problem with the gardens, either- the ivy and overgrown lawns and even the wild areas remained as dead as they were in the coldest winters. The team demanded answers, of course. And orders.

“I don’t know why this is happening,” Lysandre admitted, “But I have a plan. We’ll use the Ultimate Weapon on our gardens to make the plants immortal.”

It took hours to move as many of their plants as possible into the bunker beneath Lysandre Café, but the flight back to Geosenge Town was short. It wasn’t until Lysandre tried to fire off the machine again that he realized something was amiss.

It wouldn’t fire. He opened up the pods of the legendaries to see what was wrong and found that they weren’t moving. He tapped on the glass. He drained the chambers of fluid. He even crawled into the chambers and opened their eyes. No response. In the midst of his team’s struggle to maintain civilization, Lysandre had neglected to consider what needs the two Pokémon might have. He’d never imagined that this could happen.

Xerneas and Yvetal were dead, rendering the ultimate weapon useless.

Lysandre collapsed to his knees and cried. What was he going to tell his team? That they’d just have to endure hunger until they found a way to get plants to grow again?

A portal appeared before Lysandre, and Giovanni stepped out. “Do you want to know why nothing is growing?” Giovanni asked.

Lysandre stood up and attempted to pull himself together, but Giovanni grew impatiant before he could reply.

“You killed all Pokémon in the world except your team’s. With no grass-types or bug-types, this was inevitable, and it won’t fix itself. There is nothing you can do to make this a decent place to live. Are you ready to hear what I have to offer?”

“I... I suppose it couldn’t hurt to hear you out.”

“My plan is a lot like yours, really. Simply put, I want to take over the world. And what better way to do that than buying whoever can be bought and brainwashing everyone else? You see, Lysandre, you and I can agree that little people get in the way. But you must see by now that they’re essential. I’m going to use the powers of legendary Pokémon to kill off about half the people on earth, brainwash almost everyone else to work for me, and leave their management to a group of people who are loyal to me. And then, we’ll make ourselves immortal and live like kings until we get bored and decide to take over the next universe for fun, and so on until the end of time. How does that sound?”

“Well... ambitious. Almost impossible. How will you achieve that?”

“Don’t worry about that. I’m going to recruit the best people in the multiverse at controlling legendaries and military conquest. But that brings us to you. Your team was legendary for its public image. You were meeting with movie stars and esteemed professors up until the very end. Heck, one of the elite four was openly a member of your team and kept her job. So, here’s what I’m proposing: your job will be to contact whoever in the world you think will be corrupt enough to sign onto my plan and competent enough to run a region of slaves. You could build an army of people who you think will best maintain the world’s beauty. Is that a deal?”

Lysandre thought for a moment. It seemed that this universe was truly ruined, and he could do nothing for his team. But this way, he could preserve and improve upon the beauty of numerous others. He stuck out his hand for Giovanni to shake. “I would like that very much.”

Giovanni shook his hand. “Excellent. Now let’s get you out of this mess.”

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The Infiltrator, chapter 9: A Higher Cause

Four villains, each capable of great destruction but each desiring something higher than it. In a sense, this was what N had been raised for: to inspire others to act out of compassion and be their best selves.

N figured that Cyrus would be easiest, since he already wanted to leave this universe for his own. It was evening, and many of the workers had left their posts for the day. Thankfully, Cyrus wasn’t one of them. N found him preparing chemicals for some experiment in one of the laboratory areas in Stage 2. N stopped at the door, unsure of how to open the conversation.

“Can I help you?” he asked N, not even bothering to look at him as he poured a sickly green substance into a vial and capped it.

N took a deep breath. “Cyrus, Nihilego won’t help you get back to your universe. I spoke to Lusamine. It’s not the Pokémon she used to open a portal. And Giovanni didn’t use a Pokémon at all for it- he used a machine. I saw it in the memories of another admin. But I want to help you. Neither of us want Giovanni to take over the world, and neither do the other admins. I think that if we put our heads together, I could get you all back to your universes to fix things. Will you join me?”

“Why would I trust the intentions of a spy?” Cyrus asked, turning to N and delivering him a death glare. “You want to weaken Giovanni by taking me out of the picture. And there are plenty of ugly ways to take a person out of the picture.”

N took out the espeon and took it in his arms. “I’m telling the truth. Look into me if you don’t believe it.”

Hesitantly and with a skeptical look in his eye, Cyrus put down the vial, stripped off his gloves, and touched the espeon. N felt the paralysis take over his body, but this time it only lasted a few seconds.

“You were telling the truth. Very well. How can I help you?”

“Well, the first thing we have to do is find the other admins- except Ghetsis, he isn’t joining us. Where do they tend to go after hours?”

“Maxie and Archie often go off together in the evenings. I’ve heard them talk about going to the beach together.”

“Then that’s where we’ll go.”

Soon, N and Cyrus were flying over the beach on Reshiram. They eventually saw the two admins walking along the treeline. N landed his Pokémon, and the duo approached them.

Archie was the first to notice them. “Oh, well if it isn’t the new boy. What can we do for you, N? You look like you came here with a purpose. And can you please tell Maxie that you’re my assistant and not the go-fer he saw yesterday?” Archie passed a smug, competitive grin at Maxie.

Maxie looked miffed. “I’m telling you I saw him, and I heard what he said. He’s a go-fer. Tell him, N.”

“Actually, I’m a spy, and I told you conflicting stories. But I have something to offer you. I think we could figure out how Giovanni travelled through dimensions if we put our heads together, and then you could use Groudon and Kyogre to balance out each others’ universes. What do you say?”

Archie and Maxie glanced at each other indecisively.

“He isn’t lying, and I suggest you join him,” Cyrus added. “Life has thrown us a chance of escape. Who knows when the next might come?”

“Cyrus has a point,” Maxie admitted, “If Giovanni catches us trying to escape... I don’t want to know what would happen. But if we do nothing, there’s no chance of our lives or our universes getting better any time soon.”

“I’m in,” Archie announced.

“Me, too,” Maxie added.

“Great. Now, do you two remember anything about the machine that Giovanni used to get you here?”

“Just that it was underground,” Archie replied. “Giovanni put us in blindfolds before he walked us back to the hideout. It was maybe a mile’s walk through the woods.”

“I was much the same,” Maxie said. “Sorry we aren’t more useful.”

“It’s fine,” N assured him. “Giovanni seems to trust you two the least, and Cyrus was unconscious when Giovanni took him through dimensions. Do you guys think that Lysandre will have more information?”

“Oh, if anyone knows, it would be him,” Maxie said bitterly. “He’s Giovanni’s enormous little lap dog,”

“Perfect. Then let’s find him.”

Lysandre proved hard to find. After a fairly thorough look through some of the nearby town areas, the group settled on waiting in Lysandre’s room. The group became increasingly antsy as a couple hours ticked by. Giovanni would be back the next day and they were burning precious time. If nothing else, it gave Maxie and Archie a moment to grab the red and blue orbs.

Finally, Lysandre opened the door. His mouth hung open as he saw the party gathered in his room.

“Um. Hello, everyone. What are you doing here?”

N was not in the mood to waste any more time. “Lysandre, I’m a spy, and I’m from this universe. I know what you did to your world and how to fix it. During its time as a terrorist organization, Team Plasma hacked into the PC system and found a way to release everyone’s Pokemon. I could give you the code and you could use it in your universe to restore the ecosystem. But only if you help us. Are you in?”

Lysandre turned around and walked out. N followed him out and found that he was digging out his cell phone as he walked down the hall. He punched in numbers- most likely Giovanni’ number.

“Lysandre, think of your team!” N called after him. “I know you only left them because there was nothing you could do. Now, you can save them from miserable, infinite, deprived lives. Do what you know is right.”

Lysandre clenched his fist and stared at the phone in his hand. Giovanni picked up, and Lysandre put the phone to his ear. “Hello, Giovanni. I wanted to let you know that everything is just fine here. Don’t be in any rush coming here tomorrow. The admins have it all under control. Mhmm. Yes, sorry to bother you. Goodbye.”

Lysandre turned to N. “Giovanni has a plan for us. A plan that would let me preserve the beauty of many universes. And I... I don’t want to leave this place for a destroyed world with no luxuries and no way out. But you’re right. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I could save my team and didn’t. How can I help?”

“You’re doing the right thing. And the first thing you can do is to tell us where Giovanni keeps the device he uses to travel the dimensions.”

“It’s been a long time... But I’ll do my best. Follow me.”

Lysandre led the group through a path in the woods. About a mile in was an area that stuck out like a sore thumb: an almost perfectly rectangle-shaped area the size of a house that was covered in young trees, when the surrounding areas were covered in much larger and older ones.

“This must be it,” Maxie said, “or at least, it must be something.” He took out his camerupt. “Go see what’s under here,” he ordered it.

The camerupt stomped the ground around the area. “Those ifteen years of geology digs don’t seem so useless now, does it Archie?” Maxie said as his Pokémon worked. After a minute or two, it returned to him.

“Speak to N, darling,” Maxie told it, petting its head. “he’ll understand you best.”

N listened to the creature’s grunts. “He says that there’s an cube-shaped room full of metal devices about ten feet under the surface. And the entrance is...” N pointed to a patch of grass with no trees on it, “right there.”

Upon closer inspection, there was an obvious place where the grass could be rolled back, revealing a hatch door beneath that opened to reveal a ladder. The group piled down into the room, which was filled with strange contraptions with blinking lights. N took to what looked like control central and turned it on. A massive screen lit up, demanding a password.

“Lysandre, do you have the password?” N asked.

“No. I’m sorry, I don’t.”

Maxie started laughing nervously. “All this, and we’re going to be stuck here because of a bloody password?”

“Wait,” Cyrus cut in. “N, how did you actually get into the most restricted room in Stage 2?”

“Iris gave me a keycard that would let me in to any room in the building. Why?”

“Give it to me. I’ll head back to the Rainbow Rocket building and reprogram this thing to let us in.”

N handed the card to Cyrus. It sounded like a long shot, but they didn’t have any other options.

Sure enough, after a bit, the demand for the password disappeared.

“Good news, guys. Looks like the machine can put you at any place and any time period as well as any universe. You guys could stop yourselves from ever destroying things in the first place.”

Maxie took out the red orb and handed it to Archie. “Well, Archie, I guess this is goodbye. Use this well.”

Archie hesitated. “I don’t think I should take this.”

“Wha-”

“You studied how to use Groudon, I studied Kyogre. We need to play to our own elements. I’ll go to your universe, you go to mine.”

“That. Does make sense, Archie.”

“Plus, then you’ll both have two versions of me yellin’ at you to stop! If that doesn’t do it, nothing will!”

Maxie blushed. “He’ll be the luckiest man on earth. And yes, hopefully you won’t have to bring out Kyogre at all.”

“And you’ll do the same for me, right?”

“Right.”

As the two former terrorists devolved into romantic mush, N found the coordinates to Archie’s universe and set the place as the Seafloor Cavern and the time for an hour before Archie arrived. A portal opened up on the wall. Maxie gave Archie a kiss and entered the portal, the red orb in hand and a look of resolve on his face. Minutes later, Archie did the same, entering Maxie’s universe.

“Lysandre? When do you want to be left off?” N asked him.

“An hour before my plan came to fruition. I don’t know that I’ll be able to stop myself. He’s so vain that seeing himself young again might just motivate him further... but I’ll try.”

“Even if you can’t, you’ll still be able to make things better,” N reminded him, writing down the code and handing it to him.

N punched in the coordinates for Lysandre’s universe and watched as he walked through the portal.

Maybe a minute later, Cyrus returned to the underground base. “Everyone’s gone. So... it does work.”

“Yep,” N said, tracking down the coordinates to Cyrus’ universe. “When and where do you want to be dropped off?

“Any time after I wiped the slate clean. The exact location doesn’t matter. Nothing’s been created yet.”

N punched in coordinates, and a portal opened to a barren desert wracked with harsh winds. N closed his eyes. He’d gotten rid of four villains... but only three were actually going to fix anything. Cyrus was, as Giovanni said, resolute to the bitter end.

A few seconds later, N opened his eyes to see that Cyrus was still standing in front of the portal, a hand over his chest.

“Worried your powers won’t work?” N asked.

“Of course not. They’ll work, and if they don’t, I’ll get exactly what I deserve for this.”

N sighed, closed the portal, and took out the espeon.

“Cyrus. You wanted to know why I couldn’t understand your goals in spite of everything I’ve gone through. Well, come find out. Ask the orb pool why I still think life is worth experiencing. Then I’ll let you go whether it changes your mind or not.”

The espeon jumped into N’s arms, and Cyrus came over and pet its back. The three were paralyzed for what felt like several minutes. N wasn’t sure this would work, but he had nothing to lose by it, so it seemed right to give it a try.

“Well?” N asked once they could move again.

“I owe my universe perfection, whatever that looks like, and I will have all the time in the world to figure out what that is. Thank you for your perspective. I’ll take it into consideration. You’re undeniably a strong person, even if that power comes from such a faulty place as compassion.” Cyrus eyes shifted back to the wall where portals opened. “Put me back before I destroyed the world.”

N smiled. “I’m sure your commanders and your crobat will enjoy having full, proper lives.”

“Don’t be presumptuous. I have more control over my powers now that the red chain is a part of me. I’ll be able to restart things without the bloodbath. That’s the only reason for this.”

“Yeah, okay,” N said, re-adjusting the coordinates. No need to make the guy feel defensive. The portal opened up to a forested area in Sinnoh, and Cyrus stepped through it.

N closed the portal. It was done. Team Rainbow Rocket would, if nothing else, be severely weakened now. To make sure that Giovanni wouldn’t be able to do interdimensional recruitment again, N let out his rapidash and had it melt the machine with flamethrower. Just as the machine melted, though, an alarm went off and a robotic voice sounded through the ceiling.

Tampering detected. Contacting Giovanni. Tampering detected. Contacting Giovanni.

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