Chapter 2 : Meet Miguel & Erinn!!!
To this day Miguel had never lost his knack for comical sarcasm at the most inopportune moments. Countless times he had received the honor of 'floor polishing' duties for his untimely remarks often hissed behind a ranking officer's back just one or two octaves too high. There were never enough steel metal walls or floors or even roofs to polish in the Dragonagi complex for a lecturer to point at. Miguel had been well acquainted with most of them. He was just a guy with his own views. Miguels’ real strength (away from Pokemon and polishing) was his immediate relationship with PC's. And here Valthor had always naively thought a PC was useful for only storing Pokemon and items of importance. For years before he had been initiated into Dragonagi, Miguel had been entertaining himself by hacking into assorted major firms and simply enjoying the views of success his talent allowed him, perhaps even using his high intellect to point out flaws in the firms’ security and how to fix it. Many low life hackers felt this was unjust and unfair but Miguel earned his way by updating online security systems this way. He enjoyed his skills on the PC almost as much as training Pokemon. Now eighteen like Valthor, Miguel wore a long full-length heavy black leather coat, which he preferred over any of the uniforms Dragonagi supplied, of which there were many. Miguel was very fashion conscious and always dressed sharp and cool. He wore his black leather coat over a grassy green jump suit. His hair was also black with green stripes, since it was his favorite color. Miguel had an especially advantageous talent when it came to his Espeon. He possessed an unusual psychic link with his Espeon and used it in battles. They communicated without effort and amongst other things, this skill permitted him to know what other pokemon were saying. They would speak in their own language and then Espeon would translate for him, since it understood, being a pokemon itself. His induction into Dragonagi Light was assured because of this and he enjoyed knowing his bond with Espeon guaranteed his inclusion. The hierarchy of the agency immediately noted his one-off talents and has kept a very close eye on him for a long time. He has always blossomed under the guidance of the Dragonagi laws and traditions. His onfield work has always been flawless and incredibly precise. Next to Miguel sat another highly impressive trainer and agent, Erinn. Many an agent had a strong crush on her, as she was both very pretty and very nice. Erinn was another recent recruit of the Agency and has been watched even closer since her burst on the pokebattling scene. Her awareness and foresight on the battleground at her young age was very hard to avoid noticing. Everyone who had met her understood that here was a trainer who was mature beyond her years. All who had battled her were now well aware of her passion for victory. Born and raised on a small isolated town in Gedyn (a land far away from Kanto over a vast and violent sea), Erinn knew that from the day she received her first pokemon that she was destined for big things. She’d studied in the towns’ tiny library and worked very, very hard to understand the ways of the magical beasts called Pokemon. She became a little known hurricane in that town, destroying all the local small time trainers in no time at all. By the age of eight she’d been so competent and determined to improve and experience everything life with pokemon had to offer, she’d left for a journey around Gedyn. Four beautiful and very progressive years of discovery later, she’d accomplished the most difficult tasks offered with apparent ease. Others took lifetimes to finish what she had done. She was a prodigy to the Agency. Defeating all eight Gym Leaders in the region, Erinn left Gedyn and mysteriously disappeared for two short years to perfect her art. Her return was eagerly awaited and quickly noticed by Dragonagi. She was quickly offered a place in the Agency, which she accepted. Her meteoric rise to stardom was complete, albeit a secret one. At just fourteen and a half, Erinn was the youngest agent ever. A remarkable feat. Once in the Agency she continued her development as both a trainer and an individual. She's rewarded the agency with many remarkable exploits in the short two years she has been there. Erinn didn’t feel she worked any harder than the next trainer did, and she'd be right. At just sixteen, Erinn was simply a star, meant for the line of work the Agency supplied for her. She smiled pleasantly at Valthor as he sat in the swivel egg chair between Miguel and her. Valthor noted her cool reflective white and light blue battling outfit. It was custom made for her by the tailors at the Agency and it comfortably wrapped around her slim frame. No one in the room seemed to know anything about what was going on. If you were to ask Valthor, the dark wasn’t always the worst of places to be in. If only the world knew what the agents of Dragonagi Light were privy to knowing. 'Sometimes it's better to live in ignorance' thought Valthor. The world of pokemon wasn’t all black and white, as most would be led to believe. Pokemon-related crimes were becoming more and more complex and co-ordinated. Admittedly, the agency was responsible for the ultimate demise of the infamous Team Rocket, who themselves were responsible for some of the worst atrocities committed. But since their fall other more heavily funded and sickly organizations have risen to take their place. Valthor was unlucky to have missed out on Giovanni's demise. It would have been a sweet victory for the Agency and cool to watch. Xvax stalked the halls alone with his thoughts as his entourage of officials and executive agents followed him, continually pumping the 'Head Director' with updates and input he seemed to effortlessly file away in the back of his mind ready for extraction whenever he pleased. He wore his office suit roughly tucked in and his tie barely tied. His short trimmed beard was getting out of control. He was an incredibly busy and important figure in the Agency and well respected for the thorough job he always performed. Director Xvax never took 'no' for an answer and never ever showed mercy to new recruits, as Valthor seemed to remember vividly. He was easily one of the more scary members of the agency and was often avoided by those below him. His thoughts this morning as he approached the briefing room were deeply depressing. The recent events had not made sense until just a few days ago. Even now there was no solid evidence that it was even possible. Just thinking about it was enough to make the man shake uncontrollably. 'It wasn’t possible. It just couldn’t be. How could Kurt be so ambitious and so careless?' “Director, is everything okay?” quietly asked one of his closer and more wary assistants. He grunted his reply and nodded as the door to the theatre containing the alert young field agents was approached. His thoughts continued their saddening path. ‘Surely these disturbances in the land have been misunderstood. Our information must be misinterpreted. But what if it was somehow achievable? Could they truly be caught so fast? Surely not all of them? But the evidence was all over the place. It was everywhere his outside eyes were looking. Nature’s balance was spiraling out of control. There was, as the agency chose to call it, a Disturbance in the world, of such a magnitude that only one thing could have caused it. It simply couldn’t be.’ He quickly cleared his mind and composed himself, then burst into the theatre. His party of followers followed suit and stood to one side as he surveyed the onlooking Agents. Valthor quickly realized the Director was not his usual self. It was evident to him from the new sweat mark on the side of his pants where he had wiped a nervous hand. Director Xvax seemed deeply rattled but was doing a good enough job to hide it from most of the Agents in the room. What could be effecting him so much? He's never like that. “Greetings all of you! I’m sure you're all intrigued about what this particular briefing is all about. Well, let me tell you that all your hard work and determination in the field has paid off! You're all being considered for a top priority mission. What I have in store for you all should be a walk in the park and indeed a thorough lesson on just how much you have learned here at Dragonagi Light since enlisting. I have personally selected all of you here today because of your particular skills in a pokemon arena! All of your records show how successful you are at battling in a tournament styled situation. Most of those records are phenomenal! The rest, simply unbelievable!" "Another factor in your particular selection for this mission is your age. Dragonagi always looks to the future and this instance is no different. We believe that sending more mature agents on such a mission when we have such great talent at our disposal would be an insult to you and us. But do not get big headed yet. Only four of you are going. And six are staying! Its up to you who does what. Your fate is in your own hands, such has always been the way here. Upon qualification for the mission and elimination of the six, your mission details will be given, but no sooner." "Qualification examinations will be sectioned off in four categories! First will be an updated mental examination designed specifically for the mission. Each question will be aimed at chiseling away those confident smiles of yours and cracking open your little heads! Second will be the newly designed obstacle course. Over a million bucks went into that thing and let me assure you its no picnic! Most of it is hi tech and highly dangerous if you haven't got your thinking cap on. Pokemon are allowed in the course. Thirdly you’ll be assessed on your individual, that’s no Pokemon, solo recon and infiltration. We need to know that you’re still sharp enough to get yourself out of a sticky situation. With no use of a Pokemon, it promises to be my favorite section. And lastly but definitely not least of all, a round robin event of pokemon battle between all of you! You’ll be competing against each other so don’t get too chummy! Good luck and get some sleep. You’re all going to need it!” He wasn’t joking.

CHAPTER 3