Black clouds swirled in the sky casting a dark shadow upon the city unfortunate enough to be underneath them. The raindrops they released falling to the ground only to pelt and dampen any people or Pokemon that had yet to seek out a form of shelter from the storm. Lightning cackled in the darkened sky as thunder readied itself to follow it.
Several figures moved through the city, their trench coats not only shielding them from the rain, but hiding their identities as they moved briskly from street to street. The bright city lights of Saffron even seemed darker to them as they traversed its narrow yet vacant streets. Each of them were going to the same place, but checked throughout their journey if people were following.
"The city appears so stoic in this downpour," One of them said as he stopped to view himself in the reflection of a closed store window. His black trench coat appeared even darker in its soaked state, the light from the street lamp positioned above him doing little to change the dark appearance he would easily give. His face not only protected from the rain, but hidden from prying eyes by a large encompassing black hat. "This meeting better be worth my time." He was back on the move by the time he'd finished talking.
The closer he got, the more he would see others dressed like him. At his count it was only three, so he didn't pay them any mind as he assumed them to be heading to the same place as him – Silph Co. – easily the largest building in Saffron. Something the man knew to be saying something considering the city was practically known for its skyscrapers. Not only that, but it was in the very heart of the city, large red neon letters hung gracefully off of the building's front, just high enough to be visible almost anywhere you stood within the city walls, and just bright enough to be noticed even in the pouring rain.
The four each arrived at the same time to the building's main entrance. The automatic doors quickly opening for them, giving them access to a safe haven from the storm. Three men, and one woman who easily stood out as she wore no protection from the rain, only a long sleeve black shirt and a simple pair of jeans. Her choice of shoes being black heels, she either didn't care about the rain or lacked common sense. It was clear from her lack of shivering that she most likely was used to cold.
"What?" She asked them, her voice calm despite the warning held within her amber eyes. The three seemed to take the warning, as they didn't pry further, leaving her to wring out her black hair before she too followed them to the nearest stairwell.
"So does anyone know why we were all requested to show up here?" Another of them asked, replacing the sounds of their feet shuffling up the metal staircase. The silence that followed answered his question just as well as any spoken word could – not a single one of them knew.
The further up the building they ventured, they clearer it was to them that it was apparently empty. Something in itself which seemed odd considering the sheer size of the company, someone was bound to always be inside it doing something. However, to not see a single soul aside from themselves despite the doors having been unlocked for them to enter, was certainly unusual. As the four reached the door they sought, it became clear – whoever it was that summoned them wanted absolute privacy in the meeting – something which was either very good for them, or very bad.
"Well gentleman, and lady, through this door we will either be told of some highly illegal deal, or killed." The man said, his tone joking but none of them laughed. It was just too plausible to be funny.
"After you." Another of them offered as he pulled open the door and held it, his free hand gesturing for everyone to enter. His trench coat different from the others because of its brown coloring.
"Well aren't you a gentleman," the woman stated as she walked past him, a devious smile painted on her face. The man tipped his hat, revealing his short black hair that was beginning to gray. As she walked past him, she managed to get a good look at his face to see his neatly trimmed mustache, the effects of age having yet to impact its appearance. Her amber eyes meeting with his friendly brown. She wasn't fooled though, none of them had been summoned for being nice.
The four quickly entered the room, finding it vacant aside from a single long table and a man with his back turned to them as he gazed out of the window. "Please, sit down." The four quickly followed his instruction, instinctively aware that he wouldn't willingly set up a meeting without some form of protection from those who would prove difficult.
"So, if you don't mind my asking of course. What is it exactly you've called us for?" The man on the end stated, removing his hat which let everyone else view his face. He was almost certainly the easiest to identify as a criminal. His blond hair was long, his eyes even seemed to shine with a golden radiance, but his skin was covered in tattoos. He was also the youngest of the men – not counting the mysterious man who summoned them – which made him stand out among the gathered crowd.
The others had expected the mystery man to take offense to the outburst, but to their surprise he only chuckled. "Such youthful impatience, however, I do suppose that it is best to keep this meeting as short and straight forward as possible. I did use mild methods to incapacitate the employees here after all. They very well could wake at any moment."
They were astounded, it hadn't crossed their minds that the man would go through such great lengths for privacy. It put them all on edge as the prospect of this ending with their deaths resurfaced. It was a room filled with tension, and even as the man turned around to reveal an average man with spiked black hair and green eyes, they weren't confident to make assumptions.
"I assume you've all been questioning why I've brought you here. Correct?" He questioned rhetorically. "You're here for a mission."
"Mission? You must be mistaken then, I am far from a spring torchic anymore." The oldest of them laughed.
"No, I am quite precise. I hand picked you from the criminal underworld for this because of each of your skills. You see, I do not make mistakes." He explained, his expression emotionless.
"His body language is depicting his words to be the truth. Yet I know for a fact that it is an impossibility for someone to never have made a mistake." The man lifted his head as he finished his statement, his own green eyes gazing at his mysterious employer's with curiosity.
"You'll find I won't fall for cheap tricks. Your skills of perception through the study of body language are useless against me, Cole." The man countered, stating Cole's name tauntingly.
"Cheap tricks aren't the only things you'll find I'm capable of," Cole replied as he took off his hat, running his hand through his black hair in mock arrogance
"I'm aware. It is part of the reason I chose each of you. Your skills are unique and useful. Which is precisely why I have confidence in the mission's success."
"You have yet to explain exactly what this mission is. We don't know if it is a bank heist or a robbery of professor Oak's lab." The oldest of them explained.
"The mission is far more rewarding than a single petty crime. Compared to this, the greatest crime you can even hope to accomplish is mere child's play," he leaned in as if it were a secret before he finished, "global conquest."
"That's insane. What about Police? The Elite Four? You can't honestly be serious?" The oldest of them questioned, his voice filled with skepticism.
"It would be difficult, granted. However, if we all work together, I believe it should be easy enough to accomplish," the man paced around the table they all sat at, stopping to place one of his hands on the back's of the the old man and the girl's chairs, "don't you wish to be in command of those you have shamed you Clyde?"
"I know I would." The girl added, her voice only giving away slight traces of disdain.
Clyde seemed to be in deep thought about it, but in moments an evil smile spread upon his lips and it became clear which side had won out. "Yes, I would."
"Damn right!" The youngest of the four added. "Desmond Lionel takes shit from no one."
"How about you, Cole? Skylar?" He asked, earning himself quick nods of agreement. A smile spread upon his lips as he took in the fact that recruiting those necessary had been a successful goal. "Good, now how about we get to discussing before we end up being discovered?"
AN: I think that this story will go much better than my last one honestly, the plans I have are more free since I decided not to just focus on one specific region. Although, those who read my first version of Homeland will have insight on what will happen to those I focus on in Petalburg, but I can't promise that it would be the same. Nope, expect everything to be done, better, more fluid, more descriptively, and all around impressively.
Anyway, that means back to a series of prologue chapters. Here is the first, I believe the cast of villians have chosen should prove to be interesting enough to entertain. Anyway, I hate long Author's notes, so I suppose I'll end it here. Later.