MI6 Headquarters, Vauxhall, London

"So let me get this straight... That crazy Sylveon bitch escaped from the prison and now she's gonna be seeking revenge on London?" Delevio says.

"That basically sums up what we believe will happen yes-" Kovar says.

Delevio began to remember her and Luke's first date and how it was rudely interrupted by Rena and a Surren special forces team.

"London... What are your plans as of now? You will not likely be able to stay in London if Rena is looking to collect your head-" Kovar asks.

"I have this place in Tokyo. She doesn't know about it-" London responds.

"You'll be temporarily transferred to our Tokyo branch then" Kovar responds.

"I'll relay word back to the CIA and tell them she's on the loose" Delevio adds.

"Alright-" London responds.

"In the meantime we've sent somemon to try and detain her. I'm just hoping we're able to end this quickly. The last thing I need is for some nutcracker Australian to go apeshit on one of our own agents" Kovar says while rubbing his forehead.

"I hope whoever you sent knows what they're doing-" London says.

"Oh trust me... She does-" Kovar says.

---

Appleton, Wisconsin
1 week later...

"You little shit!" Luke screams.

"Ha! Whooped your ass again!" The Marshtomp sitting next to Luke says while laughing at him.

"That's not fucking fair and you know it!" Luke screams back.

Luke spent the first week getting to know his new friends at the rehab centre Delevio gave him the forms. That particular night he met a Marshtomp named Wallace Scabbard who was left traumatized after being involved in a Surren and Playfeld battle in Utah. That night they were playing video games... In particular COD, after a long day of conversating and expressing how he felt about his goose chase around the world to a counselor, him and the other patients at the rehab centre were allowed to play any video game of their choosing. And because Luke hadn't played anything in ages... Well, let's say rusty doesn't even describe how bad Luke was doing.

"Seems fair to me! I whooped yo ass 15-8"

"How about this... You lose the next round and I tell Rosie how you feel about her"

The Pokémon's face turns pink, "No don't"

"Alright... Then let's go another round!"

"You're so on!" Wallace shouts.

Luke smirks and the two are about to start another round when Luke's phone starts buzzing. The Lucario pauses the game and picks up his phone to see it's from an unknown caller. The Lucario dismisses it as a scam call and swipes to ignore the caller.

"Sorry Wall... These scam callers are fucking annoying-"

His phone goes off again, he swipes to ignore the call... 10 seconds later... It starts ringing again. The Lucario snarls and ignores the call yet again.

"Dude just put your phone on vibrate-"

"It's still distracting-"

The phone goes off again and Luke out of anger answers the phone and his tone of voice goes from calm and collected to threatening and aggravated, "Listen here you scamming piece of shit. I don't want your fucking deals, your not getting my card details, I'm not answering your damn survey and I've got more important things to do then to be constantly fucking called when I'm in the middle of my down time! Next time you call me, I'll go over there and shove that 1980s looking phone up your ass! Fuck off!"

Then Luke hangs up and sets his phone back on the table. The Lucario takes a few deep breaths before picking up the controller. Wallace stares at Luke with a bit of terror in his eyes.

"So uh... Are you here because-"

"Because of my anger issues?... Yes, yes I am" Luke says.

"Oh... Alright then" Wallace respondeds.

Then Luke's phone goes off again, "Grrrrraahhhhhhhh!" He shouts.

Luke picks up the phone and answers, "Unless you want my fist to collide with your fat face. Stop fucking calling me!-"

"Can you please let me-" Heimdall starts.

"I don't wanna hear your bullshit! Call me again and it's not even gonna be the phone in your fat ass... It's gonna shove my whole fucking boot in there you worthless motherfucker!-" Luke screams.

"... Can you just-"

"Do not call me again! Good night!"

Luke hangs up and throws the phone at the wall. Then he takes a few more deep breaths and picks up the controller yet again. Before he can unpause however his phone goes off again, his eye twitches.

"Uh, do you want to do this tomorrow?" Wallace asks.

"Yeah... Let's do this tomorrow" Luke says trying his best to conceal his anger.

"Alright... See ya in the morning-" Wallace gets up and puts to controller on the coffee table before showing himself out. Luke goes to the spot where he yeeted his phone and picks it up to answer it.

"What part of "do not fucking call me" are you having a difficult time grasping?!" Luke shouts.

"... Can you just let me explain please"

"I'm not gonna let you explain because your a scammer in his mother's basement surviving off of the milk from her fucking titties, that's how intelligent you are..."

Luke hangs up and blocks the number.

On the other side of the line however it was not a scammer. It was Heimdall... And he was running thin on patience.

He takes a stress toy from one of the tables and starts squeezing it to try and relieve his anger. 

"Breathe" he whispers.

There's a moment where the Lucario is completely calm. But then his phone starts ringing again, he squeezes the toy to the point. Where he almost breaks it, he sets it down on the coffee table and picks up his phone. The call is yet again from an unknown caller... Luke answers it and takes a deep breath before opening his mouth... "Hello?"

"Do not hang up the phone!" Heimdall screams.

"Yeah... Ok sure I won't-" Luke responds, without a care in the world.

The Espeon sighs and calms down, "I am with the-"

The dial tone plays... Heimdall's eyes start to fill with fury. Meanwhile sitting behind him, a Leafeon laughs until he cries. Heimdall uses Psychic to lift a stapler on the desk and throw it at the Leafeons head.

"Shut up Asperch!" Heimdall shouts.

“Fuck! Take a joke asshole!”

“How about you learn to be quiet UV receptor!”

“Girly wannabe!”

“Grass grower!”

“Twin tail!”

“That’s it!” Heimdall shouts. The Espeon throws his chair and jumps at Asperch. The two start hitting and kicking eachother, this continues for a minute until another member of the team. This time a Sylveon comes by and watches as the two smack each other around like children. The Sylveon picks up the phone and dials Luke's number again.

Heimdall and Asperch stop fighting when they notice the Sylveon dialing Luke, "Brutus! What are you doing?!"

"Doing what you big babies can't... Using common sense" The Sylveon retorts.

"Do you ever get tired of doing this shit?-". Luke groans.

"I'm with the Canadian Intelligence, don't you dare hang up on me" Brutus says threateningly.

Luke starts laughing and laughing and then, "I don't give a flying fuck who your with, my government agent days are over"

"Not according to the CIA it isn’t. Remote therapy is an option and our technological capabilities allow us to do so with very little difficulty. Plus, your wife will be accompanying you on most if not all of your tasks."

"Hold it right there buster... If your with Canadian Intelligence you have the resources to get whatever you need to do done without me. I'm in rehabilitation currently so it's definitely not a bright idea to get me involved in your politics... Now if you excuse me I'm tired and I want to sleep, good night"

The Lucario gets ready to hang up the phone but then...

“We need help destroying Kai Industries. The ones responsible for the serum that your brother drank.”

Lukes finger is about to tap the hang up button but he moves it and decides to listen to what the Sylveon is saying.

“We have the resources to help you and treat you, but we don’t have the resources to take these idiots down properly. If you help us, there may be a way to find the serum’s properties and help your brother before he gets any worse if he does.”

Luke sighs, he wants to move on with his day but at the same time he did want to hear what was in it for him... And for Rico, "I'm listening..."

---

Toronto Pearson Airport
Toronto, Canada

Ketster runs across the apron of the airport and makes his way to a well guarded C-130. He sees a blue pickup with a couple bags in its bed rolling towards the large aircraft. He uses illusion on himself to make him invisible and runs towards the truck, quickly hopping into the bed. The soldiers guarding the aircraft peer into the bed and see only the bags and wave them through. The truck then is quickly unloaded by a Torracat soldier and Ketster hops out on the opposite side, remains invisible and races to the landing gear. He quickly hops into the struts and curls up, hoping he’s successful in his infiltration.

“Last time I did this, it was a 737 in Saudi Arabia. Little more room and a lot less things to make go wrong.” He releases his illusion and somewhat relaxes.

“Man this took a while. Guy ran so late I thought I’d have to do this myself.” He listens to everything happen around him between vehicles around the area, sirens in the distance and various aircraft taking off.

He starts to slowly sing in a hushed tone.

“It’s Canada day, up Canada Way, on the first day of July… And we’re shouting ‘Hooray’ on Canada Day, when the Maple Leaf flies high… When the silver jets, from east to West go streaming through our sky…” As he sings, he starts to wipe tears from his eyes and stutter. “We’ll be shouting ‘Hooray’ on Canada Day on, on Canada Day, when the great parade goes by… Oh Canada, standing, standing tall forever, we raise our hands. We raise our hands. And hail our flag… the Maple Leaf forever.”

“Hey! Who’s there?” Someone says. Ketster quickly brings up his illusion to be invisible again. A bright light shines upward at him and around the gear struts. The light disappears and the soldier mumbles something about getting his hearing checked. Ketster sniffs and wipes a tear from his cheek and wipes his face from the tears.

“I hate being alone. I don’t wanna go back to the Surren. I don’t wanna go with Kai Industries. I wanna stop. I don’t want to be a super hero anymore.” His paw starts to crackle with electricity but he stops and puts his head in his paws before sighing.

“I need to deal with this, by myself, like a normal Pokémon for now. Once I’m out of here I can shock myself to hell and back.”

The engines roar to life as the pilots make some last minute checks around the massive aircraft, leaving Ketster to once again use illusion and go invisible before the C-130 starts to go through the apron, along the taxiway and point towards the horizon of the runway. The engines roar as the large cumbersome aircraft races down the runway, takes off and flies East. Ketster adjusts himself as the tyres retract and spin rapidly inside.

“Eight to ten hours in a ball… fun.” He says before unzipping a pocket and pulling out an MP3 player and earbuds. He selects a playlist labeled ‘GTF’ and hits ‘shuffle’ to be met with the song ‘Sonata in A major K.331: III. Alla turca. Allegretto. by Amadeus Mozart.’ He relaxes as the piano settles him in his ears.

Unaware however, a Kai Industries spy at the airport spots Ketster sneaking into the plane and radios it in, "*Target is airborne... Currently flying to London, England in a C-130 aircraft*"

"(*Excellent work Jun*)" Huang says.

The Raichu sets the radio on his desk and smirks, "Your not gonna get away from me this time you little prick"