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But I've been severely lacking with posting here. I truly apologize for being dead on this sight.\n\nStill, I hope that this story came out well and will still be a satisfying read.\n\nThe Final story on the Devon of Daegar story arc. One that I hope will lead to future stories to come.\nI hope you all enjoyed this story arc of spies, danger, and intrigue. It was a fun little adventure to write, and I hope to do more like this in the future.\n\nPokephilia Story (NSFW) - The Wolf of Justice\nBy J.C. Solis\n\nPokemon is Copyright © of Game Freak and The Pokemon Company International.\nI do not intend to infringe on copyrights, and this work is purely fanfiction.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Devon Corp Arc Part 2 Final

I had originally planned to post this story for Halloween of last year. But I've been severely lacking with posting here. I truly apologize for being dead on this sight.

Still, I hope that this story came out well and will still be a satisfying read.

The Final story on the Devon of Daegar story arc. One that I hope will lead to future stories to come.
I hope you all enjoyed this story arc of spies, danger, and intrigue. It was a fun little adventure to write, and I hope to do more like this in the future.

Pokephilia Story (NSFW) - The Wolf of Justice
By J.C. Solis

Pokemon is Copyright © of Game Freak and The Pokemon Company International.
I do not intend to infringe on copyrights, and this work is purely fanfiction.", "writing": "Poképhilia Story\nLove Has No Bounds\n\nThe Wolf of Justice\nDevon Corp Arc Part 2\n By J.C. Solis\n \n It was now the middle of October, with the Devon Corp of Daegar Branch operating as one would normally expect a multi-million pokémon dollar corporation to run. To the layman who was outside of the corporate sphere, it appeared as though the Devon Corp was a legitimate business that was working on the right side of the law. It was a technology firm after all, and it was oftentimes this technology that made the world go round, with the company making all sorts of inventions and that like that the rest of the world would be in awe at. \n But to those who were inside of the company, as the higher ups and executives who were truly in the know, the Devon Corp was serving much darker purposes. It wasn’t a company working toward the benefit of society. Rather it was a company that working towards its own, more sinister purposes – and especially when one considered that it had its hands within the underworld. And no group in particular whom the company worked for was the same wholly evil company that had destroyed the town’s Church of Arceus and ended the lives of so many innocent people throughout Lakeshire Town and Daegar. And it was a criminal enterprise with such a huge reach and with such a terrifying name that people were even afraid to speak it out in public, lest they garner the wrath of this group and invite danger onto themselves.\n Yes, Team Shroud was starting to make a name for itself throughout the region, and people were not only starting to take note, but were also beginning to grow fearful of them. Words whispered of how large Team Shroud had grown, with several sympathetic people joining their cause or even supporting them financially. The Fight For and Against Poképhilia was coming to a head, and it seemed as though it was getting more and more vicious by the day.\n And sadly, Devon Corp of Daegar was one of the benefactors of this criminal organization. In fact, they were partners.\n But there were still people who were doing their best to try and bring the criminal enterprise crashing down. For one, the company was already infiltrated with Pokephiles who were working toward exposing them and the executives, doing their best to stop them before they could cause even more damage to occur onto society and Poképhiles alike. And they weren’t alone, as a secret hacker infiltrator was helping these Poképhiles out in their endeavor to expose them.\n Francine Olivier was one of those infiltrators – in fact, she worked in the most important department of the whole of Devon Corp of Daegar. Though one would argue that the Engineering Department, where her friend Jason Kitchener worked, was even more vital considering the kinds of inventions they were made – or rather coerced – to do, it was in the Financial Department where the crimes that company were doing was being noted down. And it would be these fraudulent transactions that would prove that Devon of Daegar is in the wrong.\n Granted, Fran didn’t have access to every single financial transaction within the company. She didn’t have access to the main financial documents that the higher ups like her boss, Arthur Lancaster, and the General Manager Walter Reichelt had. But at the same time, she did have sufficient enough evidence to bring some serious charges toward Devon. It would be the company’s greed and moral indifference that would prove to be its downfall.\n But Almia, the hacker associate that was helping Fran and her friends spy on the Devon Corp, said that she would need even more evidence. Though what Fran had gathered was sufficient to hurt Devon’s reputation, there wasn’t enough to totally ruin the company – not to mention that there wasn’t any evidence that implicated them with Team Shroud. Any of this evidence could be resisted in court, and Devon certainly had a litany of corrupt and conniving lawyers who would step in to defend the company and make the charges moot.\n At this moment, Fran, Jason, and their friend Saria was over at Jason’s pad with their three respective pokémon partners – as well as with Almia over the phone. The three were deliberating over what to do to gather even more evidence, especially the more incriminating evidence that proved that Team Shroud and Devon were in cooperation with each other.\n “Aw man, how in the hell are we gonna get our firsthand this shit?” Jason complained. “I mean, come on, pals, we gotta find a way to gain access to the files that those ass-wipes got hidden away – the ones that pin them in cahoots with those assholes.”\n “The only problem with that is that the only one who has supreme access over all computers is Walter, and his office is guarded tighter than a vault at the Daegar Money Mint,” noted Saria. “I don’t think we can access his office by any means.”\n At this, Almia decided to come forward with a solution.\n “Well, actually, we probably don’t need to access Walter’s computer in order to get to those files,” Almia began. “If I remember correctly, I saw while hacking into the mainframe that Fran’s boss, Arthur, also has access to those files. If we can somehow gain access to his computer, then I can hack into his account and pick up the files from there.”\n “Well, what are we waiting for, bubs!” Jason cheered. “Let’s burn these assholes to the ground!”\n “That won’t be so easy, Jason,” Fran added before she turned to Almia on the phone. “I mean, yeah, I can probably get access to my boss’ computer. But the thing is that the online system counts the number of times a file that is shared company-wise has been accessed. It won’t be as easy as hacking the computer and copying the file. The company will notice that they have been accessed, and then suspicion will fall on my department. And when that happens, they’ll really scour the employees to find who it was who should have been minding their own business.”\n “Maybe, but I do have a plan as to how to foil that,” Almia replied.\n The hacker guide then proceeded to tell the friends about her plan, to which the others realized would be the perfect way to enter into the Devon Corp’s mainframes.\n “A virus, you say?” Saria repeated. “Are you sure this can work?”\n “Yes. I will have an associate of mine within Devon deliver a computer chip that Arthur will be waiting for, one with the latest financial information. Once that chip is plugged into his PC, the virus inside it will come out and begin to wreak havoc. And I suspect that the virus will take several hours, if not days, for the Devon Corp IT department to fix. In that moment, Fran will use that same virus to enter the mainframe and steal the information while the firewalls are down, and company tracking has been disabled.”\n “You want me to hack the company?!” Fran shrieked. “But I’m no hacker!”\n “You won’t need to hack. You will simply use the… how do I explain this… You will use the virus to piggyback yourself into Arthur’s side of the mainframe. From there, you will simply download the information we need, and then place it to me in a chip – which you will hand over to my associate in the company. The evidence we need should be enough to at least implicate Arthur and some of the other executives in their crimes.”\n “I’m still a bit worried about that,” joined Fran’s partner, Christopher the Midnight Lycanroc. “I mean, I hope that Fran won’t be singled out after she manages to acquire the info we need.”\n “I’ll be making sure that that doesn’t happen,” Almia assured.\n At this point, the conversation turned from Fran to Jason as everyone began to discuss the kinds of things that he had discovered that Devon had been building, including some of the recent projects that Devon had asked him and his team to work on – and most of them were rather strange.\n “I mean, Devon has us building these kinds of headpieces for medical equipment or stuff like that. They’re a bit kooky if you ask me,” Jason explained.\n Jason brought his phone out of his pocket and pulled out the files, showing them via PDF reader on his phone the designs that some of the engineers in Devon were working on. To Fran, Saria, and their pokémon partners, the bicycle helmet-looking devices appeared to be nothing more than something that one would use for exercise or some other physical activity. Even Almia wondered whether or not there was some reason for the strange design.\n “I can’t make heads or tails over why Devon would make these,” Saria began.\n “I agree with My Sweet. These look more like head safety equipment for going biking rather than something that would be used in medicine,” Razor added.\n “And I don’t think that the engineers here in Devon are in that kinda market,” Camilla added. “Would be kinda strange if the Devon Corp had My Dummy here working on stuff like this if it’s gonna be used in hospitals.”\n “Well, from what I gathered, pals, this thing is supposed to read brainwaves and draw on energies from the body to look at overall health. In fact, from what I know about this project, it’s meant more for Pokémon than humans.” Jason then began to scratch his chin, wondering what all of this meant. “I mean, yeah, the pokémon centers could definitely use a boost when taking care of our pals when they get knocked out, but this thing seems a bit too fishy for me to just be that simple.”\n “Well, whatever the case, we need to prepare ourselves for what comes next,” Almia announced. “It’s good that we did a briefing. For now, let us prepare ourselves for what comes next. I’ll keep in touch with you guys tomorrow. For the time being, rest and get ready to gather more clues.”\n With this, the phone line hung up, with the three trainers and their pokémon looking at each other as they wondered as to what would happen next. But so far, there wasn’t much evidence to come off of bringing down Devon, and it would be a slow and arduous process before such a thing happened.\n What the Poképhiles were also planning for was for the arrival of Halloween, when the whole of the Daegar Region would be dressing up in spooky costumes and getting ready for what came next. Perhaps if the team were able to bring down Devon by then, Jason could start a barbeque in his backyard and host all of their friends and their pokémon to have a meal and a cold brew to celebrate. But such a celebration was, sadly, still a long way away, and it would take even more spying to get to that point.\n For now, Fran and Chris left Jason’s house and made their way back home. Having refused Jason’s offer for a ride in his powerful sports car, Fran was just grateful that things were all going off without a hitch. But there was a still a hint of worry in the corporate spy, one which Chris could notice with the scent that his trainer was giving off.\n “I take it that all this stuff has you a bit worried?” Chris asked, frankly.\n “Yeah. I mean… I’ve never done something so high stakes before,” said Fran a little shakily. “But I know that what we’re doing is the right thing. I hate seeing these monsters being in cahoots with each other, hoping to cause all sorts of mayhem for whatever the hell plan they have.”\n “Then we agree, then, Fran. Just be careful. The last thing I want is for those buttheads to find out what you’re doing. If the duty calls, summon me from my Pokéball. I can take a hit from a powerful pokémon, or even a bullet or two since I’m a rock type.”\n “I hope it doesn’t come to that, Chris,” Fran sighed. “And also, please don’t jinx this! The last thing I want is for you to actually have to fend off a bunch of goons armed with big guns.”\n “For you, Fran, I’ll take on a heavy with a machine gun if need be. I just don’t want you to have to face this alone. Call on me, and I’ll protect you.”\n Fran nodded her head as the two kept walking down the street. These powerful assurances from Chris were enough to slightly lift her spirits, but the point remained that there was a lot of ground to cover from here until they gathered the major information that they would need to take down Devon of Daegar.\n And so, the two continued down the streets and headed for home. Along the way, they came past the lot where the Church of Arceus previously stood. As of now, there was plenty of construction taking place on the site, with Pastor Solis doing his best to pay for the building of an even grander church than the one that stood previously. The holy man was sparing no expense when it came to this new building, and the man even acquired funding through the church organization and donation drives to help bring the building back to life.\n The remains of the old church were a sordid reminder of the callousness of the evil that the friends faced. They were up against a group that didn’t care whom they hurt so long as they sent their message and made their mission known. And though not much news came about as to the origin of Tenebris Arceus, or “Dark Arceus” as he was also called, the threat still hung high in the air. It was enough to cast an aura of unease in the community, as well as throughout Daegar.\n For now, Fran and Chris entered the home of their Uncle, Paulo “Poli” Olivier, and made sure to rest for what came tomorrow. There wasn’t much else to do but prepare…\n \n The whole of the Devon Corp branch was humming along as usual, with Jason leading his team into another engineering project as usual, Saria managing the secretarial employees and accommodating schedules for the higher ups, and Fran bucking down and getting hard to work in the finance department. It was a bit of a mess, as usual, with the frazzled employees doing their best in their accounting and making sure that every transaction was correct and, most importantly, above board. The dark deeds of the company, Fran knew, were overseen in the offices of the executives, with her boss, Arthur Lancaster, leaning back on his chair within his plush office.\n In truth Arthur was a crass and uninterested man who seemed to relish his position in terms of delegating work onto his subordinates – Fran included. He wasn’t always in the finance department, with the man himself being known as a playboy who would oftentimes be out chasing skirts and panties. It was a detestable practice, and one that would surely get him in trouble would the news come to light. But given his high rank, everyone knew that exposing him would put more than just their careers at risk. He took full advantage of his position, something that Fran absolutely abhorred.\n Fran wondered how many women, like her friend Saria, have been preyed on by this executive pig. She shuddered to find the answer out, but at the same time, she knew that she couldn’t just let it slide. If there was one aim that the lesser manager had in mind, it was to bring Arthur to justice for both his corporate crimes and his crimes against all the women he accosted.\n Soon, a young woman walked into the office – a familiar one that Fran knew. She was the aloof and honestly quite prickly Suzzie from the Engineering department, once more bringing a flash drive with the latest blueprints and data for Arthur to evaluate and deduce its cost. Normally, this would fall to the lesser accountants and actuaries, but given that this was such an important project, Arthur would manage this himself.\n Still, Fran wondered why her boss put so much stock into this project in particular. The project of the medical helmets didn’t seem like something that should have been that important. And yet whenever the project came up, the boss would take it to his office and deduce the costs.\n This time, however, Arthur would be in for a nasty surprise.\n Arthur had been leaning back in his office chair, smiling to himself after another dutiful day of chasing tail and delegating work to his employees. With Suzzie bringing the flash chip into his office, he grabbed it brazenly from his hand before shooing her away – closing the door behind him as Suzzie turned around to leave, though not before Suzzie flipped him off as she went back her way. Whether or not Suzzie was the hidden associate the Almia had mentioned was something that Fran didn’t know – and considering how sensitive this operation was, it was best to not accidentally reveal her identity.\n All she did know was that screams and cursing started coming from Arthur’s office, with the man bursting his door open. Suddenly, the lights of the office began to flicker as the other employees began to complain over how their computers were suddenly on the fritz. And Arthur stormed out of his office, screaming to high heaven as he marched past Fran and made his way both to the IT department and to GM Walt’s office to give the news; the Devon Corp had been maliciously hacked.\n As soon as the commotion continued, Fran inserted her own chip into her office PC, to which she then used to access the company data network. It would have been suspicious if she was the only one with a good computer, so she slammed on her desk often and cursed aloud alongside her workers in order to give the impression that her computer too was on the fritz. All the while, the virus she inserted was doing all the work for her, digging into the depths of the Devon Corp files to root out as much info as it could.\n Soon, a pop-up box came on screen, displaying that the hack had been successful and that the files had been uploaded onto the virus chip. With this, Fran covertly pulled it out and hid it inside of her dress pocket, hoping to find a way to smuggle the little information chip out before she could be spotted. As for Arthur, he came back into the financial wing with a small army of IT eggheads in order to address the virus that had infected both his computer and the whole financial department. And everyone was none the wiser as to Fran’s role in pilfering some documents that she shouldn’t have very much.\n With this, and with the office still in commotion, Fran took her leave and went for the restroom, where she hoped to transfer the files she swiped from the mainframe and send them on their way to Almia. She entered the Women’s restroom and pulled out a phone – not her personal one, but one which had been given to her by Almia. This one was an encrypted phone that was almost impossible to hack, meaning that any signals that came to and from it were completely safe. Fran quickly inserted the chip into the phone with an adaptor that Almia had also given her, and with it she was able to send the files via encrypted line to Almia’s home base.\n As she did so, Fran took a minute to sigh and relax. Her heart had been pounding all this time, with a near constant fear that she would end up being caught. She didn’t know whether or not the secret files that Almia wanted her to get would be of any use, but in the end she merely downloaded as many as she could within the timeframe of the computer interface chaos. And there was the hope that these files could be vital to the operation.\n With this job done, Fran left the restroom and returned to her desk in the finance department. It seemed as though the mess from earlier hadn’t cleared up, even with the IT specialists working furiously to fix the issues all while Arthur berated them for being incompetent and talentless. Needless to say, some of the IT specialists gave the look of someone who was reaching their breaking point – whether that came from the sheer scale of the virus’ damage or due to Arthur being a pain in the ass, no one knew.\n What was done was done, and soon quitting time came. Fran walked out of the building and soon came face to face with Saria and Jason, the two of whom had wide smiles on their faces after having heard the news of the commotion that was happening in the Financial Department. Needless to say, the friends were very amused when they heard the sheer bedlam that followed, but now was not the time to discuss it. They were still at Devon, and so they decided to speak more at Saria’s house.\n Once back at the Tudor home of the ruby-red-head Poképhile, the friends took out their partners from their Pokéball as they listened to Fran recounting the tale of how the virus utterly decimated the financial department computer systems, especially on how irate her boss Arthur was to see that his department’s computers were on the fritz. She described in vivid detail how Arthur inadvertently installed the virus into his computer, and how pissed he was throughout the whole ordeal, barking orders and trying to get people to do their jobs. The friends and their pokémon were amused to hear this. In many ways, one could view the trouble doled onto Arthur as a form of karma.\n “Hah! Serves that asshole right!” Jason cheered. “I ain’t ever asked for suffering to happen to anyone, but that dude certainly deserves it!”\n At this moment, Jason’s phone rang. Everyone knew who it was at this point, with Jason answering the call and putting it on speaker.\n “Hello everyone. How are you all doing?” began the voice of Almia. “I heard of a certain ruckus that has occurred in the Financial Department of the Devon of Daegar building. I wonder who could have caused such a thing?”\n At this, everyone began to chuckle and laugh, seeing how the mastermind was speaking before them all. \n “Anyways, I’m happy to hear that you guys managed to swipe the info we needed from the framework. And I have already decoded it after I received it. And let me tell you, this is even bigger than we could ever imagine,” Almia commenced.\n “How so, Almia?” Saria asked. “I mean, I hope you can tell us.”\n “It certainly would be interesting to see what the information we have been risking our hides for is all about,” Razor commenced. “What I mean to say is that I hope you can share with us the information we got for you, Almia.”\n At this, a brief moment of silence continued, with everyone wondering what the hacker was going to say.\n “Well, I suppose it’s only fair. You all have done so good a job that it is within your right to ask,” Almia began. “From what I gathered, Devon Corp of Daegar is indeed collaborating with Team Shroud. I have here important documents signed by GM Walter Reichelt and the other executives regarding the construction of devices used for a certain company. But when I checked the records for this so-called “Certain company,” I found that not only did it not exist, but also that it is a front for Team Shroud.”\n “Damn, so Team Shroud really is in cahoots with our new bosses then, eh?” Jason noted.\n “It’s a shame that we had to come across such a thing, but in the end I suppose that this is for the best,” Razor mused. “Though, I will say that this most certainly proves as evidence to take down Devon.”\n “Well, at least this means that tomorrow we won’t be returning to work,” Chris said lazily.\n But Almia had something to say about that.\n “I’m sorry to inform you, Christopher, that work is still on for tomorrow. Even though we have the information we need, we still need to keep up appearances before we can get the authorities to act on this flagrant corruption. And I do mean flagrant.”\n Almia then proceeded to explain how Devon Corp of Daegar had secretly been bribing and lobbying government officials for the chance to acquire contracts, as well as using their vast funds to covertly deal with competitors – though mainly by the means of outbidding them in markets or destroying them in sales and causing them to go under. Devon had committed all manner of cutthroat behavior, and none of them was above-board, let alone ethical. All the details that Almia spoke to the three friends were enough to remind them that they were dealing with a powerful organization who would stop at nothing to keep their secrets hidden.\n And so, the gang and their hacker friend deliberated over what to do now that they were nearing the end of the line in bringing the Devon Corp and Team Shroud to justice. Still, the one thing that made the team curious as to what Team Shroud was planning was with all the equipment that the team was having them work on. The reasons for this equipment didn’t seem to be as simple as hospital equipment for pokémon, and yet they couldn’t draw heads or tails as to why these items were done under such stealth and covertness.\n For what could these helmet-shaped devices be used? And why would Team Shroud and the Devon Corp of Daegar go to all this length to keep them hidden? It was a question that nobody in the room had any ideas about, and there are no answers up to now.\n Still, even though the helmets themselves seemed to be benign, the covert nature of the deal behind their creation was a crime. This was still considered major fraud, as well as other crimes that included racketeering, bribery, corrupt business practices, to even more violent crimes like assault and kidnapping. There were no signs that Murder was involved, but since Team Shroud was doing Devon of Daegar’s dirty work and intimidating their competition, it wouldn’t be a surprise if they made a few people disappear here and there – a thought that made the Poképhiles even more afraid for their safety.\n Then again, Almia was right to have the Pokephiles return to work even though they had enough evidence. The operation needed to keep going, and if they were to have any sort of success in bringing justice they needed to act on the part of mild mannered and obedient employees in order not to draw suspicion to themselves. The three human friends would have to continue their part in gathering evidence while also making sure not to draw attention to what they and Almia were doing.\n But as to who “Almia” was a question that the friends soon started asking themselves once the hacker hung up the phone. Who was she, and what connection did she have with the Devon Corp in order to bring it down, or at least the Daegar Branch? So many questions filled the air, and none of them would be able to be solved for the moment. For now, all they could do was to their homes and make sure to prepare themselves for tomorrow. \n Though whatever tomorrow would bring would be something that the three would have no idea as to the impact…\n \n It was now officially one more week until Halloween time came, with the whole of the Lakeshire Town area going abuzz with activity. So many people were already preparing themselves for the spooky fun and candy they were bound to give out to the droves of little monsters who’d patrol the streets, all of whom would be sure to ask for their share of Halloween treats with a magical phrase: Trick or Treat. It was bound to be another Halloween in the history books, with even the Devon Corp offices getting ready to celebrate the Holiday.\n But as Fran sat in her office desk and worked on her computer, the Alola native couldn’t help but get a bad feeling that something was off. It wasn’t necessarily that she suspected that her cover had been blown, but simply because the whole building seemed a bit too quiet after the events from the day before. By now, the company would most definitely be investigating the fact that they had been hacked, and they would perhaps leave no stone unturned as to who was responsible for the attack on their systems.\n And it wasn’t just a feeling that Fran had alone. She could feel her fellow employees too also have this familiar foreboding; a sense of dread that made them feel that not all was so peachy currently in the building. Everyone had heard about the hacking attack on the finance department, and it seemed as though everyone knew that the company would be coming for heads in order to keep their information a secret – perhaps literally, as some of the people who were familiar with how cutthroat Devon of Daegar truly behaved.\n During lunchtime, Fran left the office and headed for the cafeteria – where she hoped to meet up with her partners in crime and discuss how sinister the air around the whole company felt. Normally, she would eat a packed lunch that she had brought with her, but today Fran felt that she needed to regroup with her fellow spies and talk. She couldn’t bring out Christopher from his Pokéball, otherwise he would have been a great pokémon to confide in.\n The three friends met together at a single table, with Saria, Jason, and Fran all sitting together at a small table. None of them brought any food with them – they were too nervous to eat, and frankly they weren’t that hungry to begin with. But the fact that every one of them had the same opinion made it clear that they all believed that something bad was going to happen.\n “Do you think Devon is going to try something today?” wondered Saria.\n “Not sure. These buddies sure as hell like to strike when no one expects it,” Jason surmised.\n “Whatever the case, we have to be ready,” Fran said worriedly. “Oh, how I wish we could contact Almia right now. She could probably tell us about what is happening with the company, if they’re really planning anything or if it’s just our nerves.”\n “Ooh… well, whatever happens, we have to be ready,” Saria said worriedly. It was times like this where she wished she was in the comfort of her Greninja pokémon partner.\n It was then that a commotion could be heard coming from the entrance of the cafeteria. Fran, Saria, and Jason wondered what was going on, standing up to walk on over and see what the problem was. But it soon became clear that something was indeed up when the three saw a group of employees who wanted to leave but were stopped by a duo of armed guards.\n “What do you mean that we can’t leave the cafeteria?!” cried out an engineer from the engineering department. “Don’t you realize how important my work is? I need to get it done now!”\n “Sorry. Bosses’ orders,” said the main guard, who was wielding and especially intimidating looking assault rifle. Though he wasn’t pointing the large rifle at the engineer – yet, as one might add – it was clear that this was the start of something suspicious and, perhaps even, downright sinister.\n But soon, the sight of the guard with the assault rifle spread throughout the other employees within the cafeteria, and a small crowd began to gather at the exit of the cafeteria, with the people complaining and making noise as to what on earth was going on. It seemed as though the security guard was unprepared to face the onslaught of outraged employees who were wondering what on earth was going on for them to be held hostage in the mess hall.\n But little did the employees know that that was what they would soon become.\n Suddenly, a loud crack was heard at the entrance, followed by the sounds of screaming and chaos. The employees fled from the entrance, but thankfully no one was hurt. But the gunshot was a clear sign that things were serious, and that nobody’s rights would be respected at that point.\n Soon, the Head of Security himself was present in the front of the cafeteria, the man wielding a huge revolver, a S&W 629 in .44 magnum, and having just fired it into the ceiling. His gaze was not that of a security official who was concerned for the safety of those around him. Instead, he gave the vibe of a henchman who was doing the bidding of those who paid him.\n This man was Bernard “Butch” Davidson, and he was never truly liked by any of the Devon Corp’s employees. Now, his true side and intentions have revealed themselves.\n “Listen up, everyone!” called out Butch. “All of you must be asking “Well, what’s going on? Why can’t I go out? Why are you guys treating us like this?” Well, I’ll let you know why. Some of you fuckers couldn’t mind your own Arceus damn business and began meddling into company affairs. Now, we gotta find out which one of you stupid bastards decided to turn into a rat.”\n The people began to chatter amongst themselves worriedly, wondering who it was who was stealing company information and had the intentions of sending it to the authorities. At this, Fran, Saria, and Jason knew that they were in the middle of a hostage situation. The security guards weren’t just going to hold the people within the cafeteria simply for the matter of finding out who amongst them was a rat. Butch and his bosses intended to use the employees as bargaining chips in order to find a way to escape the Devon Corp building now that their true natures have been revealed.\n “What do we do?” whispered Fran to her three friends.\n “In all honesty, I don’t think we can take on a whole bunch a goons with guns and strong ass pokémon,” Jason sighed.\n “Still, we have to try,” Saria said adamantly.\n It was then that another security guard came over and spoke too Butch.\n “Sir, we found the hacker who was responsible for the hacking attempt on the Financial Department,” said one of the guards. “She was Suzzie Freeman from the Engineering Department. Shall we send her over to the bosses’ office?”\n “Good work. And yes, send her over to Arthur and Walt. I think that this little white mouse could be coaxed to reveal the identity of her associates through a bit of… ‘persuasion,’ if you will.” And with that, Butch left the scene to tend to his newly captured target.\n At hearing this, the three friends were in shock at what they had just heard.\n “Did they just capture Almia?” whispered Fran in a tense voice.\n “We gotta do something,” Jason said. “We can’t just sit here and wait for who knows what to happen to her.”\n “But can we really fight all these goons with guns?” wondered Saria.\n “Our pokémon pals might be able to,” Jason urged. “I know this is gonna be risky, but if we don’t find a way to rescue Almia, then we’re as good as screwed to begin with. They’ll torture her, and if they manage to get any info out of her then we’re as good as dead as well.”\n The two girls looked at each other, wondering whether Jason’s words were true. But in the end, Fran knew that they had an edge simply because of her partner Chris, who was a rock type wolf. His defensive capabilities would be more than enough to create barriers and fight back. And if they could get the other workers to join in and fight back, then they would be able to fight off the guards.\n Though the guards were armed with assault Steyr AUG assault rifles, there weren’t too many guards focused around the cafeteria area, and perhaps this would prove to be to the Poképhiles’ advantage. Soon, three beams of energy shot out of pocket balls, and three different pocket monsters came out with a hint of confusion and adamance. Razor, Camilla, and Christopher knew that they would only be summoned if their trainers were ever in trouble. And it seemed that the three friends were in dire need of their pokémon partner’s aid than ever before.\n Soon, one of the guards came up, seeing how the pokémon had been summoned.\n “Hey, put those mons back in their balls!” cried out a guard.\n But Christopher, who already knew his vital role in the plot, merely stood up and snarled.\n “I guess I’m going to have to teach you all a lesson on why you don’t mess with my trainer,” Christopher spoke in a sinister tone.\n Chris lifted his head up and howled into the air, with stone pillars rising up from the ground as he summoned a Stone Edge move to begin the attack on the guards. The guards immediately began to fire their weapons, but the bullets from their AUGs simply bounced off of the risen stone before the pillars reached the guards at the entrance to the cafeteria, throwing them in the air on being hit by the stone pillar and hitting the wall hard.\n Now knocked out, the three Poképhiles went over to grab the guards’ weapons, with Jason grabbing one of the AUGs while Saria and Fran grabbed the Glock 20 handguns that the guards carried. Though none of the three were trained killers, they at least knew how to handle firearms and had some experience with pointing, aiming, and firing them. Still, even though they were armed, they knew that there were still no match for all the guards in the facility at once, but at least they were going to try to fight back and rescue Almia if they could. With the weapons in their hands and with their pokémon partner ready to attack, the three left the cafeteria and made their way to the side hallway.\n Soon, though, the sound of guards and pokémon were heard coming from a side corridor, with the three friends and their pokémon ducking to a side corridor to let the guards pass by. And soon, a medium group of guards passed by the Poképhiles. But one of the pokémon, a Houndoom, stopped as it sniffed the air, catching the friends’ scent.\n The guards soon stopped and turned around, wondering what the pokémon canine smelled. But before he noticed the friends, a Water Shuriken was thrown at him, hitting him hard and sending him flying to the back wall. Before the other guards could react, two of the guards were hit by fiery punches and kicks that knocked them out cold before the last guard was bitten on the neck with a Crunch move that completely incapacitated him, drawing blood and leaving the guard slumped on the ground. As for the Houndoom, it opened its mouth to release a Flamethrower move, but before it could launch the column of fire, a Water Kunai knife cut across the canine’s body before it too fell to the floor after having been cut deep by the super effective strike. \n With these initial guards either knocked out or taken out, the friends proceeded down the hallway toward the main hall, having picked up some ammo from the guard for their confiscated weapons. But on entering the main hall, the friends came across a room that was not only filled to the brim with guards, but also several employees who were also taken hostage. And on one scene in particular, one of the hostages stood up to a guard and was being obstinate.\n “Why are you holding us here? We’re employees of Devon for Arceus sakes! Do you honestly think any one of us here is a mole?!” screamed none other than Kyle the engineer, who finally had the courage to stand up for himself.\n But before he could get another word out, the butt of an assault rifle smacked Kyle on the head, knocking him down to the ground and leaving him bleeding from the hit.\n “I don’t give a flying fuck whoever you are. You’re not leaving here until we find those moles, and any one of you fuckers could be them,” said a guard in a gruff voice.\n But Hunter, who was also present, decided that it would be best to say something – though it was something that Jason didn’t appreciate.\n “I know! My boss, Jason! He’s been acting suspicious! He’s been going back and forth to the Finance Department and meeting with other employees! He’s bound to be a mole!” cried out Hunter, hoping to save his own skin.\n At hearing this, Jason muttered under his breath: “Fucking traitor,” he said softly.\n At this, the gruff guard walked up to Hunter and smiled at him.\n “Thank you for the info, you are snitching little bitch,” said the guard. \n With this, the guard rammed the butt of his gun against Hunter’s head, the smack heard around the room as Hunter collapsed to the floor, completely out for the count. But as the guard pointed his rifle at Hunter to “reward” him for the info, an unexpected person came forward to save him.\n “Don’t shoot him!” cried out Kyle.\n Soon, the once timid and mild-mannered engineer grabbed the guard and tried to pull the barrel away from Hunter. The sounds of multiple gunshot filled the room as Kyle tried to wrestle the AUG assault rifle from the guard. And though the guard tried as much as he could to beat back Kyle, the man clung desperately to the assault rifle in the hopes of protecting his coworker.\n A loud crack filled the room, with everyone present falling silent as Kyle looked on in confusion. His face began to turn pale as he then began to go limp. He slumped to the floor, the man falling into a heap as the loud gunshot shot him in the back and penetrated through his body, with the bullet stopping on the guard’s body armor as the .44 Magnum bullet had completely passed through his body, puncturing his long, and causing an immense cavitation from the sheer force of the round.\n And the man responsible, Butch, stood twenty feet away from the man, having shot him true. Butch, with a smirk on his face, then approached the engineer and began to chuckle.\n “I had a feeling that someone around here had more bravery than sense,” Butch remarked. “But all of that doesn’t matter. We know who the moles are, and the boss will like them brought over.” To this Butch pointed his gun and fired a round at the hiding spot of the three spies, the bullet piercing through the wall and barely missing Jason’s head. “Come on out, you ingrates! You’re surrounded! Drop your weapons and come quietly, lest we have your dear hacker friend ‘Almia’ join Arceus sooner than later.”\n Realizing that their cover was blown, Fran, Jason, Saria, and their pokémon partners dropped their weapons and rose with their hands in the air. Their glares of defiance gave a look of people who weren’t all too happy to be caught, and though they wanted to fight to the very end, the fact that they were surrounded by a bunch of goons with big guns meant that they were finished.\n “You win, you fucker,” said Fran bitterly.\n “Don’t I always?” said Butch with a snicker. “Now, come along. The bosses will want to see the spies who decided to bring us down.”\n With this, Fran, Jason, and Saria, along with their pokémon, were surrounded by guards as they were forced at gunpoint to follow them to the upstairs offices. They passed by the unconscious body of Hunter, as well as the barely alive body of Kyle as he remained on the ground in critical condition. And they also passed by the eyes of the workers, who looked at them with a mix of scorn and shock. Some of them had no idea that they were working for criminals, while others were angry that the three spies couldn’t mind their own business and just leave things as they were. But what these people didn’t realize was that they were working for an evil criminal enterprise – one which would stop at nothing in order to meet their goals.\n A group of six entered into the office of Walter Reichelt, with the General Manager himself, alongside Financial Head Arthur Lancaster, present and armed. They were also in the presence of even more heavily armed guard, with Kel-Tec KSG Shotguns that were heavy firepower needed to protect the big bosses. And sitting on a chair was “Almia” herself, or rather Jason’s underling: Suzzie.\n “Suzzie?!” exclaimed Jason. “You… you’re Almia?”\n “Surprised? I had a feeling that if I could fool you with my aloof persona, an employee who didn’t want to work, that I’d be able to go about undetected. I guess I was wrong,” Suzzie smirked.\n At this, Arthur approached, armed with a Chiapa Rhino revolver, a look of satisfied anger on him.\n “I guess this is everyone. Now we can make you all pay for what you did to reveal our true intentions,” said Arthur. “You all had to reveal that we were working with Team Shroud. We were so close to finishing our projects, of giving our contacts the tools that they required us to make for them and for their ambitions. But I guess that’s over.”\n “You really thought that you all could get away with this?” asked Walter rather irked. “You really thought we would just let you waltz on by and reveal to the world what we were doing? Well, I’ll say that you have another thing coming.”\n “What are you monsters doing here?!” demanded Fran. “What could you possibly gain form working with Team Shroud, those evil people?”\n “Why, it’s simple, Miss Olivier. We too are also members of Team Shroud,” Walter replied. “Though, I wish that I was of a higher rank comparable to the one that I currently have as boss of Devon of Daegar. But I suppose that once we deal with you and the other employees we will have to hightail it back to Team Shroud base and report on what we’ve been working. We have everything we needed to work on ready, so there’s no need for any of you to be alive anymore.”\n With this, Arhtur lifted his gun and pointed it directly at Fran, the boss smiling as he planned on exacting his revenge.\n “I’m sorry, Francine. You were such a good employee, one of my best workers, in fact. Though, I think we can find a suitable replacement in time.”\n As Fran braced to be shot by the boss, the window to the office shattered into a million pieces, followed by a boom that came way out from the distance. As the others in the room wondered what was going on, Arthur stood there in perplexion, wondering whether what had happened to him was true. His chest was bleeding from a severe gunshot wound, and he looked on with shock at his boss and at the spies, wondering if this would be the end for him.\n Arthur collapsed to the floor, having been felled by a .300 Winchester Magnum bullet fired from an AWM Sniper Rifle from the parking lot next door. Not only that, but the sound of police sirens was heard out in the distance, with an army of law enforcement storming the building. Not only that, but the man who was leading the charge into the Devon Corp building was none other than Cecil Robinson, the Lakeshire PD detective who had been contacted by a certain hacker, and who organized the current raid onto Devon Corp of Daegar. The police were armed with heavy weapons, such as G36C assault rifles and were followed by armored pokémon partners like Arcanine, Mightyena, Houndoom, and even Stoutland. Though the front door was locked tight, the lead officers, armed with Benelli M4 shotguns, blasted the locks and allowed for Cecil and the other officers to storm the building, all commencing a hail of bullets as law enforcement and criminals fought against each other to see who would come out on top.\n To this, Fran, Saria, Jason, and their pokémon partners all breathed a sigh of relief, as did Suzzie – formerly known as the hacker “Almia.” With Walter’s back turned, Jason grabbed Arthur’s Chiapa Revolver and pointed it at Walter. The two guards with the Kel-Tec shotguns who were presently in the room had left to face the onslaught that was happening outside, though after a few rounds of booming blasts of their shotguns later the sound of them eating lead was heard, followed by a rush of footsteps coming up the hallway.\n “The jig is up, Walter!” Jason commanded. “Let’s get to sending your sorry ass to jail!”\n On seeing that he had nowhere left to run, Walter turned to look at the three Poképhiles with rage, having not expected them to act so quickly in calling the authorities.\n “Do you think this is over?!” roared Walter. “Do you honestly think that you have won?! My superiors have already received the work that we have done! You’re too late to stop us even if you wanted to! I will be avenged, and all of the disgusting Poképhiles within the region will be purged!”\n “Do you honestly think that the Pokephiles are that bad a people?” Suzzie rebuffed. “In hindsight, you bribed, coerced, and even ordered people killed for the sake of necessitating your needs. You failed Mister Stone, and you’ll pay for ever calling yourself a leader of the future!”\n “What, you believe that old blowhard’s dream of a better future? That stupid man couldn’t dream for a better world even with all the money he has! Only Team Shroud sees the dangers of the world! Only they can save us all!”\n With this, Walter pulled out a knife and seemed to be prepared to attack. But in doing so, Jason cocked the hammer of his revolver as he pointed it at Walter.\n “I wouldn’t try it, bub,” Jason warned.\n “Oh, this isn’t for you,” Walter said menacingly.\n With this, Walter brought the knife to his neck. One big and deep slice later and Walter collapsed to the floor, quickly bleeding out as he took the easy way out of the problem which he faced. All the friends, meanwhile, looked in shock at what the Devon Corp boss had done to himself.\n “God damn,” Chris noted. “That’s a pretty metal way to go out.”\n Suzzie walked over the bleeding corpse of Walter, the woman scoffing as she looked down at the man laid flat on the ground, his eyes forever frozen in the exasperated look he gave in his final moments.\n “But one that he deserved,” Suzzie concluded. She then turned to face the three spies; her three underlings who had worked so hard to bring down Devon of Daegar. “Thank you all for your help with this,” Suzzie said sincerely. “From the bottom of my heart, and that of Mr. Stone… thank you, Poképhiles, for all you’ve done for us.”\n “What is your relationship with the Big Boss then, Almia?” wondered Fran, who wondered as to what the bigger picture was about. “I mean, I don’t think that your name is Suzzie, is it?”\n At this, the hacker smiled, realizing that it was time to come clean.\n “No. Suzzie isn’t my real name, and neither is Almia. My name is Sonya. Sonya Delacorte. And I am a head employee of Devon Corp proper. Mr. Stone had realized that something was gravely wrong with how his branch here in Daegar had been behaving, but he didn’t want to personally get involved for fear that Walter here and his goons would try to hide things. So, he sent me here to do the spying for him, and to see if there was anything that was afoot.” She then gave a dejected look at the scene around here, with two dead bodies and shattered glass on the floor. “I guess things were a lot worse than he could ever realize. To think that these cretins could get involved with a terror group, and to whatever extent they were planning to do.”\n “So, do you have an idea what Team Shroud would want with the helmet devices?” wondered Saria, hoping that the spy could offer her and her friends some answers.\n But Suzzie, or rather Sonya, shook her head.\n “I’m sorry, but I’ve been unable to deduce why Team Shroud made Devon make these devices. They certainly are meant for nothing good, but I don’t have a clue as to how these head devices could be used. They do have a lot of potential to do harm, but I’m afraid I do not know as to what for. Team Shroud sure did cover their tracks well.”\n At this, the door to the office burst open, and in came Detective Robinson and a whole litany of SWAT officers and pokémon. Armed with G36C rifles and FN Five Seven pistols, the SWAT were ready to take on a group of baddies if needed. But on seeing the four there, they all lowered their weapons.\n “Miss Delacorte, I’m happy to see that you and the others are safe,” said Cecil with relief. “As soon as we heard that Devon Corp Guards were rounding up hostages, I knew that we had to move fast. I gathered as many officers and resources as possible to move in.” He then turned to see none other than his fellow Poképhiles and friends. “It’s nice to see you lot hale and hearty as well – or least as hale and hearty as surviving a hostage situation can get.”\n “Don’t mention it, Cecil pal,” Jason remarked.\n “Well, at least we all made it out alive,” said Saria with relief. “I had knots in my stomach all through this ordeal.”\n But there was one thing that was on Fran’s mind that made her worry.\n “What happened to that one employee who got shot? Kyle?” asked Fran worriedly.\n To this, Cecil nodded his head in dismay.\n “I’m sorry. We tried to revive him. But…”\n On hearing this, Saria gasped as Fran put her hands to her mouth. But it was Jason who ended up being the most devastated. The Unovan man’s face conveyed a mix of billowing rage and heavy grief. To think that someone whom he had worked with and who dedicated himself so much to his job had his life so callously taken away was something that he couldn’t forgive.\n “Tell me… did you at least kill that fucker, Butch?” Jason said as he choked up.\n “The head of security?” Cecil then sighed. “He was captured after a firefight between us and him and his men. His men were mowed down, even used one of them as a human shield to fight us fight us off. He certainly knows how to look out for Number One, that’s for sure.”\n “Then put a damn bullet in his head for me, will you?” said Jason menacingly.\n “He’s more worth to us alive than dead, Jason,” Sonya replied. “I understand that you feel angry over him taking Kyle’s life. I’m pissed off too since he was my coworker as well. But Butch knows things about the inner workings of Team Shroud, and he can give us valuable info.”\n Fran looked at her friend and noted how torn he was. Jason had a good relationship with Kyle, and to see him so distraught was something she never liked to see. But in the end, she could only hope that Butch’s capture would lead to some good. At the very least, he would never live as a free man again, even if he were to give all the information that he could. If nothing, he would have to give enough info if it meant sparing himself from Capital Punishment.\n For now, though, as all the pieces were falling into place, it was time to head home. A lot had happened, and lots of people were either hurt or slain. The only thing that anyone could do was hope that all of this could be put behind them.\n There was a lot that needed to be done to unwind.\n \n It was now Halloween Day, and the whole of the Lakeshire area, as well as the entirety of the Daegar Region, was in an uproar over the recent turn of events that took place over at the Devon Corp of Daegar Facility, with many people wondering as to how a respectable organization such as Devon Corp could ever join forces with the likes of Team Shroud. Indeed, the uproar and appallment of the people even prompted a government investigation to take root, with people from all over clamoring to make sure that something like this could never happen again.\n As for the identities of the people who exposed Devon of Daegar, these were kept a closely guarded secret, with the only indication of the identities being that they were so-called “whistleblowers” who were disgruntled with the nature of the company, and so joined forces with an executive of the company to bring the colluders to justice. And, indeed, work spread fast around how one of the rogue executives of the company was gunned down while the General Manager took his own life in the ensuing firefight. Worst of all was the story of how a heroic engineer sacrificed himself to save his fellow employees, all for someone who would inevitably rat out on his boss. The Employee Rat didn’t last long in the company once he recovered from his injuries.\n As for Devon of Daegar’s fate, there was a bit of news in this regard. Mr. Stone himself, the tech mogul behind the global enterprise, came to Daegar to visit the site of the hostage scene, as well as to personally thank the unnamed heroes who risked their lives for the sake of justice. Needless to say, a hefty prize was given to the heroes in the form of wealth and other forms of monetary value, including a good amount of stock within Devon Corp’s stock shares.\n But in the end, though the three unnamed heroes were happy to be bankrolled and be set for life, in truth the three wanted to return to a more normal life than the one that they had unwittingly become a part. And Francine Olivier, Jason Kitchener, and Saria Price returned to their old jobs working in the Silph Co Pokéball Plant – where they were treated like royalty and were cheered on by their old friends after hearing their tales of heroism and gallantry.\n In truth, Mr. Stone had the mind to make the three heroes executives in the Devon of Daegar firm – once he reigned in the pandemonium caused by the fallout of his company’s criminal schemes. But all three friends flat out refused, preferring their old jobs with Silph and a much more peaceful life. For her part, even though Francine was offered the chance to become Devon of Daegar’s new General Manager and CEO, given her financial background and acuity, just the thought of her becoming a chief executive made her want to have an anxiety attack. Thankfully, her Midnight Lycanroc partner was there for her to lean on when she began to feel woozy.\n But Mr. Stone would not stop offering the three heroes his undying gratitude.\n “Just let me know of whatever you need, you three,” Mr. Stone said jovially. “If it is within my power to grant, you’ll receive it and even more so. I just can’t thank you all enough for what you’ve all done for me and my company, and for helping my dear Sonya and saving both her and my company from the brink.”\n “Well, we’ll let you know if anything comes up,” Fran assured. “I don’t think this’ll be the last time we’ll hear of Team Shroud meddling in the affairs of powerful corporations like yours, sir. We might need your help in combating them sooner or later.”\n “Well, with Team Shroud now on my list of enemies, you can be sure to count on me to bring those ruffians to justice,” Mr. Stone assured. “I won’t have these ingrates defile the work that my company has done to benefit society and the people of this world.”\n And with this exchange over, Mr. Stone made his return to Devon of Daegar headquarters, where he hoped to whip the company back into shape and do as much damage control as he could. He had quite the ordeal at hand to fix, given how tarnished his company’s name was now within the Daegar Region.\n But today was still a happy day, one which hoped to have plenty of fun and banter. It was still Halloween, and though Fran and Chris didn’t really intend to do much except rest at home after a peaceful day at work in the Silph Co, there was still the infectious ambiance of the holiday and the fact that so much had happened. There were jack-o-lanterns galore in the neighborhood, and as Fran drove down the streets in her new ride – a Porsche 911 GT3 RS, which she graciously paid for with her newfound wealth – she wondered what she and her pokémon partner could do on this wonderful yet tired evening. Though it was the final night of the spooky season, the two were too pooped to do anything else.\n Fran and Christopher arrived back at their Uncle Paulo’s house, where they were once more greeted by the big man and sat down to eat another helping of Paulo Poli’s clam chowder. And given that Fran had a bottomless stomach, it took a few large bowls to fully satisfy herself. But to Christopher, he figured that some things would never change.\n Still, even though Fran and Chris were now richer than they ever hoped to be, they still wanted a quiet life more than anything else. And as Fran lay down on her bed and Chris sat next to her and began rereading a book from earlier, the two wondered as to what they could do to help celebrate their victory over evil on yet another misadventure.\n “These past few days sure have been one helluva roller coaster ride, haven’t they Wolfie?” Fran said as she leaned her head back. “To be honest with you, I’m a bit exhausted, even though all of that is water under the bridge now.”\n “I’m tired too, babe,” Chris replied. “I just hope we won’t run into any more mayhem for the time being. I’d hate to get into another affair where we gotta be spies again. I’ve had enough covert espionage for a long time now.”\n Fran looked at Chris with warmth, seeing how hard her pokémon had worked in getting her out of trouble. Chris had been her rock throughout the whole ordeal. Whenever she came home from work after spying on Devon, she was comforted by Christopher and lulled into a state of peace. The Midnight Lycanroc had always been her rock, and not just because he was a Rock-type pokémon. And after all this time, she wanted him to comfort her yet again.\n “Wolfie?” Fran asked gingerly.\n “You’re feeling horny, aren’t you,” Christopher said as he lowered his book and looked at her.\n “No… I mean, maybe. Oh, just come here and cuddle with me, you lug,” Fran commanded. “I could really use some comfort right now, and if you feel up for it, maybe some sex in a bit.”\n “Sure thing, Fran. I’ll be there.” And with that, Chris set down his book on the bedside dresser and then climbed onto bed with Fran.\n The red wolf and the Alolan native lay on bed together, with Fran wrapping her arms around her pokémon and bringing him close to her. Chris reciprocated this, wrapping a clawed hand around her and pulling her close to his soft fur, her cheek resting on his neck and his jaw resting on top of her head. It was a tender moment of bonding, of a trainer and her pokémon partner as they basked in the feeling of mutual care for one another. Though one wonders whether or not they’d take things to the next level, in this moment everything was all right. Everything was perfectly fine.\n “Oh, Wolfie,” Fran said softly. “I love you so much. I can’t imagine life without you. You’ve been my rock this whole time. And I can’t think of anyone I’d wish to get closer to than this.”\n “I love you too, Fran,” said her Wolfie with a smile. “Honestly, we’ve been through a lot recently, and I want to make you happy after all we’ve been through.”\n And being happy was precisely what Fran wanted for her pokémon partner as well.\n With this, Fran lifted her head up and eyed her pokémon partner, smiling at him as she gave a sultry look at him.\n “I think you can find a way to make me very happy, Wolfie,” said Fran lustily.\n “Oh? And what might that be?” Chris asked curiously, his voice turning husky.\n Fran leaned into his ear, her smile growing even wider. She knew exactly how they could make it up to each other.\n “You know what we can do. It’s Halloween, after all. Why won’t you become my monster for tonight and ravage me? I promise I’ll scream just a little bit.”\n Chris looked at Fran with a savage face, his instincts already kicking in.\n “Oh, I promise, I’ll savage you hard as I sink my fangs into your body. I’ll taste and ravage you so hard that you’ll be begging for me to stop.”\n With this, Fran stood up from the bed and immediately began to take off her clothes, alongside the help of Christopher. She revealed her white and flawless skin to her partner, as well as her puffy tits and her waiting, wet snatch. The pheromones that her pussy gave off were enough to make Chris savage her then and there. And as Fran lay down a thick towel on their bed, one that would catch any bodily fluids they were bound to release, it was becoming evident that the two partners truly wanted this to happen. After all they went through together, a little sex would never hurt anyone – especially the kind that will leave Fran hurt and sore all over.\n Fran lay down on the bed again, this time on the towel. As she did so, her partner’s cock began to grow out of his sheath, revealing a canine phallus with a thick knot at its base. And so, Chris climbed on top of Fran, putting his muzzle to her neck and sniffing her scent, getting hungrier with every inhalation he took of her female aroma. He opened his mouth to lick her neck, lapping his tongue on her as he brushed along her neck with his slick saliva covered tongue. Her taste was delicious, almost as though what actual prey would have tasted like.\n And Chris was going to feast on her like the prey that he wanted her to be.\n Soon, Chris’ maw opened wide as his canines bore, his jaw latching onto his lover’s neck as he clamped onto her, his fang sinking a bit into her flesh and causing her to bleed. Fran cried out in pained pleasure as she felt her lover-slash-predator bite into her neck, loving the feeling of being treated so roughly. She wanted this feeling. She needed it, and she would do her best to make sure that it lasted. All the while, Chris shook her neck in an attempt to make her submit to his will. He would make her his for this moment, for though she was recently a corporate spy, above all else, she belonged to him as his lover and as his prey.\n As Chris suckled and chewed on his prey’s neck, he aligned his cock with her entrance and began to press himself rough into her, wasting not a second of time in trying to fuck her brains out. He pushed his cock deep into her awaiting sex hole, feeling the wonderful pleasure in having her warm flesh constrict around his member as he sank deeper and deeper into her – inciting Fran to cry out from both the neck bite as well as having her vaginal walls be so forcefully violated.\n But Fran wasn’t afraid of being savaged in this way. She knew that her lover had restraint, even if it didn’t look like it. He did genuinely bite into her neck, though not enough to nick a major blood vessel. But the blood that pooled around his mouth and onto their towel was evidence that he was going all out, with him partaking in a literal bloodbath as he both gnawed her neck and fucked her senselessly. It was almost as though he was raping her, making the scene play out like some kind of sex massacre, with poor Fran being ravaged by her partner to the brink of death.\n But Fran’s cries were not the cries of someone who needed help, rather they were the cries of someone who wanted more. She wanted to be treated this way. She wanted to be treated like a piece of meat made only to satisfy her sex partner. She wanted to have Chris give her the time of her life, and she would not stop him as he continued to chew on her neck and apply a good deal of force on her body.\n Soon, though, Chris grew tired of biting her neck and instead went for her shoulder, licking her left shoulder blade before sinking his fangs into a much bonier part of her body. And once again he sank his canines into her shoulder, inciting even more pain and for blood to come oozing out of the puncture marks from previous biting sessions. But Fran once again didn’t care. She loved the feeling of being treated like a piece of meat, of her lover biting her with such viciousness as though he didn’t care for her life. And his thrusts into her pussy were just a fierce as the biting into her body. \n Chris continued to fuck his partner with even more gusto, making sure to continue wringing her out with his biting while his cock rubbed back and forth along her pussy, making sure that she wasn’t allowed a moment to rest as he chewed her shoulder. But soon, he let go of her shoulder blade and went on to bite her somewhere that was a little bit more tender: her right tit. Chris licked her right tit and began nibble on her nipple, not sinking his teeth this time, but still providing plenty of pleasure as he made sure to like the teat with tact and nip at the fatty flesh of the breast. This action began to send Fran wild as she was overcome by desire, with Chris doing his best to stimulate her while also not trying to harm her too much in this delicate area.\n As for vaginally penetrating her, his cock continued to rub against her pussy walls with even more gusto, making sure to stretch her out by inserting his knot and being ever forceful with her by going in as deep as he could go. He wouldn’t stop until he reached all the way to her cervix, the back of her snatch, and even then he still touched this final road barrier and pressed against it, fully topping out his trainer and providing a painful spasm of pleasure whenever he touched the back wall.\n At this point, Fran had been consumed by pleasure, unable to resist the constant ins and outs of her body craving more and more.\n “P-please, Chris! D-d-don’t stop! Fuck m-me more!” Fran pleaded with her sex partner.\n Chris then let go of his tit suckling and looked at her dead in the eyes.\n “So, slut, you’d like me to fuck you more, is that it?” he asked coyly.\n “Y-yes, my predator. Mate me! Ravage me! I want you to treat me like prey. I will be your prey. Just don’t stop!” she cried out with even more passion.\n “Your wish my command, my dear prey slut. I will fuck you until you beg for me to stop. I will keep biting you until I wring you out completely!”\n With this, Chris went for her neck again, biting her once more as he wrang her out in this delicate area again, licking her neck as he continued to pussy-fuck her. Fran was slowly getting more and more lost within her reverie, getting used to the feeling of being bitten and marked as her partner’s mate while also taking his dick deep into her body. She didn’t care for any scars that would be left behind, nor for how much blood she might have lost from her wounds. She wanted to celebrate her recent victory over Devon of Daegar and Team Shroud. And she wanted to treat her partner to a good sex session as she wanted to reward him for all of his hard work.\n But every good thing must come to an end. Chris was nearing his final spell, his cock pulsating hard as he felt his member start to burn with desire. He was going to cum deep into his trainer’s body, and she was ready and waiting to receive this dose of sperm inside of her. Her pussy walls were already starting to pulsate in receiving pleasure, and she wanted to make it a memorable moment for both her and her partner.\n “Ready to receive my cum, Fran?” Chris asked menacingly. “I’m about to blow my whole fat load inside of you.”\n “Yes, Wolfie. Cum inside of me deep and hard!”\n With this granting of permission, Chris began to thrust into her body even harder and faster, making sure to fill her mind with as much pleasure as he could give. His cock was already burning with hot desire and passion. He wanted to give it to her as much as he could. And when the final moment came, he would make sure that she would feel the almighty feeling of their combined rapture.\n Christopher thrust into Fran’s pussy one last time, burying is knot into her hole as he inserted the bulbous part of his cock into her vagina. On doing so his knot expanded, locking him inside of her. At this moment, a torrent of seed came gushing out of his tip, bathing her most precious innards with gush after warm gush of hot and sticky sperm. His cock erupted with jet after supremely satisfying jet of seed, and he would be sure to fill her out completely as Fran lay there motionless, taking in the feeling of her rapture as pleasure overwhelmed all other senses, her mind lost in reverie.\n Chris and Fran shared in their orgasmic reverie for a spell, with the two closing their eyes as Chris continued to inject her with more and more of his hot seed. He would not stop until he would fill her out completely, emptying his balls of all the hot spunk that he had to give her. In the meanwhile, the two were in a moment of orgasmic revelry as they stood still, the Lycanroc pumping all of his genetic fluid deep into his lover’s body until nothing remained for him to give.\n When all was said and done, Fran opened her eyes and came face to face with the glowing red eyes of her partner. She smiled at him, happy to see that he too had enjoyed the moment.\n “Like what we have done, Chris?” she asked him Gingerly.\n “Fuck yeah,” Chris replied contentedly. “I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of banging you, Fran. I loved doing this a lot. I love treating you like my prey.”\n “Well, you certainly wrang me out, that’s for sure,” Fran said with a sigh.\n At this moment, the two leaned into each other as their lips connected, Chris’s muzzle planting right onto Fran’s lips, with Fran even getting a taste of her own blood as the iron of her hemoglobin was tasted on his lips. Their tongues danced around as they shared in their rapture. This was the moment when the two would bond in aftercare, the two happy to have gotten to share such a happy time with one another. After all they had been through, they definitely deserved this moment.\n After a while, Chris’ cock began to deflate, and he was able to pull out of her as a small gush of seed came oozing out of her pussy on pulling out. He then climbed off of Fran as he went to get some bandages from the nearby first aid kit to plug the holes he made on her neck and shoulder. She didn’t bleed too much, but the pleasure had simply been divine. One wonders how Fran was able to hide the fact she had been bitten multiple times away from her uncle and friends, but since it was getting colder, the use of a turtle-neck sweater would often be enough to hide the bandages on her neck.\n With Chris apply some bandages to her neck marks and her shoulder blade, their sex session was now complete. Their towel had been thoroughly stained with blood, however, and they too would also have to hide this from Uncle Paulo if they meant to keep him from worrying. Then again, Uncle Paolo knew that his niece was an active Poképhile, which is why he didn’t bother to check up on her given that Fran was making noise from the intensity of her pussy being fucked and her neck being wrung out.\n The two had certainly been through a lot, with the downfall of Devon of Daegar and with stopping Team Shroud from corrupting society yet again. But there were still plenty of mysteries that remained in part of their misadventure. What did Team Shroud need the devices for that they made Devon build for them? And what nefarious end could they be used for?\n Fran asked Chris this question, but the pokémon remained stumped.\n “I don’t have any idea what those fuckers are up to, and honestly I’m not certain. I just hope that nothing else happens where we need to step in and stop them.”\n “I hope so, too. I’ve kinda had enough with being a spy for one lifetime,” Fran contemplated. “But, I guess we will have to wait and see. For now, though, I’m just happy that we did what we did and put a stop to them. And I’m also happy to have provided you with a bit of a reward for all that hard work you’ve done alongside me.”\n “The pleasure is all mine, Fran babe. And I hope that we can keep doing stuff like this in the future. I kinda like treating you like my prey.”\n “And I hope to keep being your prey, Chris. You will always be my predator, my Wolfie. And nothing in this world, not Team Shroud or Devon or anyone will change that.” She then leaned in to peck him on the lips before saying: “I love you, Christopher.”\n “I know. I love you too, Fran.”\n And so, the two rested on their bed as the day came to a close. Tomorrow would be another day, and the two had a lot to look forward to. For now, it was enough to say that they had done their role as guardians and spies well. It was time to rest. It was time to repose…\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Poképhilia Story
Love Has No Bounds

The Wolf of Justice
Devon Corp Arc Part 2
       By J.C. Solis
      
       It was now the middle of October, with the Devon Corp of Daegar Branch operating as one would normally expect a multi-million pokémon dollar corporation to run. To the layman who was outside of the corporate sphere, it appeared as though the Devon Corp was a legitimate business that was working on the right side of the law. It was a technology firm after all, and it was oftentimes this technology that made the world go round, with the company making all sorts of inventions and that like that the rest of the world would be in awe at.
       But to those who were inside of the company, as the higher ups and executives who were truly in the know, the Devon Corp was serving much darker purposes. It wasn’t a company working toward the benefit of society. Rather it was a company that working towards its own, more sinister purposes – and especially when one considered that it had its hands within the underworld. And no group in particular whom the company worked for was the same wholly evil company that had destroyed the town’s Church of Arceus and ended the lives of so many innocent people throughout Lakeshire Town and Daegar. And it was a criminal enterprise with such a huge reach and with such a terrifying name that people were even afraid to speak it out in public, lest they garner the wrath of this group and invite danger onto themselves.
       Yes, Team Shroud was starting to make a name for itself throughout the region, and people were not only starting to take note, but were also beginning to grow fearful of them. Words whispered of how large Team Shroud had grown, with several sympathetic people joining their cause or even supporting them financially. The Fight For and Against Poképhilia was coming to a head, and it seemed as though it was getting more and more vicious by the day.
       And sadly, Devon Corp of Daegar was one of the benefactors of this criminal organization. In fact, they were partners.
       But there were still people who were doing their best to try and bring the criminal enterprise crashing down. For one, the company was already infiltrated with Pokephiles who were working toward exposing them and the executives, doing their best to stop them before they could cause even more damage to occur onto society and Poképhiles alike. And they weren’t alone, as a secret hacker infiltrator was helping these Poképhiles out in their endeavor to expose them.
       Francine Olivier was one of those infiltrators – in fact, she worked in the most important department of the whole of Devon Corp of Daegar. Though one would argue that the Engineering Department, where her friend Jason Kitchener worked, was even more vital considering the kinds of inventions they were made – or rather coerced – to do, it was in the Financial Department where the crimes that company were doing was being noted down. And it would be these fraudulent transactions that would prove that Devon of Daegar is in the wrong.
       Granted, Fran didn’t have access to every single financial transaction within the company. She didn’t have access to the main financial documents that the higher ups like her boss, Arthur Lancaster, and the General Manager Walter Reichelt had. But at the same time, she did have sufficient enough evidence to bring some serious charges toward Devon. It would be the company’s greed and moral indifference that would prove to be its downfall.
       But Almia, the hacker associate that was helping Fran and her friends spy on the Devon Corp, said that she would need even more evidence. Though what Fran had gathered was sufficient to hurt Devon’s reputation, there wasn’t enough to totally ruin the company – not to mention that there wasn’t any evidence that implicated them with Team Shroud. Any of this evidence could be resisted in court, and Devon certainly had a litany of corrupt and conniving lawyers who would step in to defend the company and make the charges moot.
       At this moment, Fran, Jason, and their friend Saria was over at Jason’s pad with their three respective pokémon partners – as well as with Almia over the phone. The three were deliberating over what to do to gather even more evidence, especially the more incriminating evidence that proved that Team Shroud and Devon were in cooperation with each other.
       “Aw man, how in the hell are we gonna get our firsthand this shit?” Jason complained. “I mean, come on, pals, we gotta find a way to gain access to the files that those ass-wipes got hidden away – the ones that pin them in cahoots with those assholes.”
       “The only problem with that is that the only one who has supreme access over all computers is Walter, and his office is guarded tighter than a vault at the Daegar Money Mint,” noted Saria. “I don’t think we can access his office by any means.”
       At this, Almia decided to come forward with a solution.
       “Well, actually, we probably don’t need to access Walter’s computer in order to get to those files,” Almia began. “If I remember correctly, I saw while hacking into the mainframe that Fran’s boss, Arthur, also has access to those files. If we can somehow gain access to his computer, then I can hack into his account and pick up the files from there.”
       “Well, what are we waiting for, bubs!” Jason cheered. “Let’s burn these assholes to the ground!”
       “That won’t be so easy, Jason,” Fran added before she turned to Almia on the phone. “I mean, yeah, I can probably get access to my boss’ computer. But the thing is that the online system counts the number of times a file that is shared company-wise has been accessed. It won’t be as easy as hacking the computer and copying the file. The company will notice that they have been accessed, and then suspicion will fall on my department. And when that happens, they’ll really scour the employees to find who it was who should have been minding their own business.”
       “Maybe, but I do have a plan as to how to foil that,” Almia replied.
       The hacker guide then proceeded to tell the friends about her plan, to which the others realized would be the perfect way to enter into the Devon Corp’s mainframes.
       “A virus, you say?” Saria repeated. “Are you sure this can work?”
       “Yes. I will have an associate of mine within Devon deliver a computer chip that Arthur will be waiting for, one with the latest financial information. Once that chip is plugged into his PC, the virus inside it will come out and begin to wreak havoc. And I suspect that the virus will take several hours, if not days, for the Devon Corp IT department to fix. In that moment, Fran will use that same virus to enter the mainframe and steal the information while the firewalls are down, and company tracking has been disabled.”
       “You want me to hack the company?!” Fran shrieked. “But I’m no hacker!”
       “You won’t need to hack. You will simply use the… how do I explain this… You will use the virus to piggyback yourself into Arthur’s side of the mainframe. From there, you will simply download the information we need, and then place it to me in a chip – which you will hand over to my associate in the company. The evidence we need should be enough to at least implicate Arthur and some of the other executives in their crimes.”
       “I’m still a bit worried about that,” joined Fran’s partner, Christopher the Midnight Lycanroc. “I mean, I hope that Fran won’t be singled out after she manages to acquire the info we need.”
       “I’ll be making sure that that doesn’t happen,” Almia assured.
       At this point, the conversation turned from Fran to Jason as everyone began to discuss the kinds of things that he had discovered that Devon had been building, including some of the recent projects that Devon had asked him and his team to work on – and most of them were rather strange.
       “I mean, Devon has us building these kinds of headpieces for medical equipment or stuff like that. They’re a bit kooky if you ask me,” Jason explained.
       Jason brought his phone out of his pocket and pulled out the files, showing them via PDF reader on his phone the designs that some of the engineers in Devon were working on. To Fran, Saria, and their pokémon partners, the bicycle helmet-looking devices appeared to be nothing more than something that one would use for exercise or some other physical activity. Even Almia wondered whether or not there was some reason for the strange design.
       “I can’t make heads or tails over why Devon would make these,” Saria began.
       “I agree with My Sweet. These look more like head safety equipment for going biking rather than something that would be used in medicine,” Razor added.
       “And I don’t think that the engineers here in Devon are in that kinda market,” Camilla added. “Would be kinda strange if the Devon Corp had My Dummy here working on stuff like this if it’s gonna be used in hospitals.”
       “Well, from what I gathered, pals, this thing is supposed to read brainwaves and draw on energies from the body to look at overall health. In fact, from what I know about this project, it’s meant more for Pokémon than humans.” Jason then began to scratch his chin, wondering what all of this meant. “I mean, yeah, the pokémon centers could definitely use a boost when taking care of our pals when they get knocked out, but this thing seems a bit too fishy for me to just be that simple.”
       “Well, whatever the case, we need to prepare ourselves for what comes next,” Almia announced. “It’s good that we did a briefing. For now, let us prepare ourselves for what comes next. I’ll keep in touch with you guys tomorrow. For the time being, rest and get ready to gather more clues.”
       With this, the phone line hung up, with the three trainers and their pokémon looking at each other as they wondered as to what would happen next. But so far, there wasn’t much evidence to come off of bringing down Devon, and it would be a slow and arduous process before such a thing happened.
       What the Poképhiles were also planning for was for the arrival of Halloween, when the whole of the Daegar Region would be dressing up in spooky costumes and getting ready for what came next. Perhaps if the team were able to bring down Devon by then, Jason could start a barbeque in his backyard and host all of their friends and their pokémon to have a meal and a cold brew to celebrate. But such a celebration was, sadly, still a long way away, and it would take even more spying to get to that point.
       For now, Fran and Chris left Jason’s house and made their way back home. Having refused Jason’s offer for a ride in his powerful sports car, Fran was just grateful that things were all going off without a hitch. But there was a still a hint of worry in the corporate spy, one which Chris could notice with the scent that his trainer was giving off.
       “I take it that all this stuff has you a bit worried?” Chris asked, frankly.
       “Yeah. I mean… I’ve never done something so high stakes before,” said Fran a little shakily. “But I know that what we’re doing is the right thing. I hate seeing these monsters being in cahoots with each other, hoping to cause all sorts of mayhem for whatever the hell plan they have.”
       “Then we agree, then, Fran. Just be careful. The last thing I want is for those buttheads to find out what you’re doing. If the duty calls, summon me from my Pokéball. I can take a hit from a powerful pokémon, or even a bullet or two since I’m a rock type.”
       “I hope it doesn’t come to that, Chris,” Fran sighed. “And also, please don’t jinx this! The last thing I want is for you to actually have to fend off a bunch of goons armed with big guns.”
       “For you, Fran, I’ll take on a heavy with a machine gun if need be. I just don’t want you to have to face this alone. Call on me, and I’ll protect you.”
       Fran nodded her head as the two kept walking down the street. These powerful assurances from Chris were enough to slightly lift her spirits, but the point remained that there was a lot of ground to cover from here until they gathered the major information that they would need to take down Devon of Daegar.
       And so, the two continued down the streets and headed for home. Along the way, they came past the lot where the Church of Arceus previously stood. As of now, there was plenty of construction taking place on the site, with Pastor Solis doing his best to pay for the building of an even grander church than the one that stood previously. The holy man was sparing no expense when it came to this new building, and the man even acquired funding through the church organization and donation drives to help bring the building back to life.
       The remains of the old church were a sordid reminder of the callousness of the evil that the friends faced. They were up against a group that didn’t care whom they hurt so long as they sent their message and made their mission known. And though not much news came about as to the origin of Tenebris Arceus, or “Dark Arceus” as he was also called, the threat still hung high in the air. It was enough to cast an aura of unease in the community, as well as throughout Daegar.
       For now, Fran and Chris entered the home of their Uncle, Paulo “Poli” Olivier, and made sure to rest for what came tomorrow. There wasn’t much else to do but prepare…
      
       The whole of the Devon Corp branch was humming along as usual, with Jason leading his team into another engineering project as usual, Saria managing the secretarial employees and accommodating schedules for the higher ups, and Fran bucking down and getting hard to work in the finance department. It was a bit of a mess, as usual, with the frazzled employees doing their best in their accounting and making sure that every transaction was correct and, most importantly, above board. The dark deeds of the company, Fran knew, were overseen in the offices of the executives, with her boss, Arthur Lancaster, leaning back on his chair within his plush office.
       In truth Arthur was a crass and uninterested man who seemed to relish his position in terms of delegating work onto his subordinates – Fran included. He wasn’t always in the finance department, with the man himself being known as a playboy who would oftentimes be out chasing skirts and panties. It was a detestable practice, and one that would surely get him in trouble would the news come to light. But given his high rank, everyone knew that exposing him would put more than just their careers at risk. He took full advantage of his position, something that Fran absolutely abhorred.
       Fran wondered how many women, like her friend Saria, have been preyed on by this executive pig. She shuddered to find the answer out, but at the same time, she knew that she couldn’t just let it slide. If there was one aim that the lesser manager had in mind, it was to bring Arthur to justice for both his corporate crimes and his crimes against all the women he accosted.
       Soon, a young woman walked into the office – a familiar one that Fran knew. She was the aloof and honestly quite prickly Suzzie from the Engineering department, once more bringing a flash drive with the latest blueprints and data for Arthur to evaluate and deduce its cost. Normally, this would fall to the lesser accountants and actuaries, but given that this was such an important project, Arthur would manage this himself.
       Still, Fran wondered why her boss put so much stock into this project in particular. The project of the medical helmets didn’t seem like something that should have been that important. And yet whenever the project came up, the boss would take it to his office and deduce the costs.
       This time, however, Arthur would be in for a nasty surprise.
       Arthur had been leaning back in his office chair, smiling to himself after another dutiful day of chasing tail and delegating work to his employees. With Suzzie bringing the flash chip into his office, he grabbed it brazenly from his hand before shooing her away – closing the door behind him as Suzzie turned around to leave, though not before Suzzie flipped him off as she went back her way. Whether or not Suzzie was the hidden associate the Almia had mentioned was something that Fran didn’t know – and considering how sensitive this operation was, it was best to not accidentally reveal her identity.
       All she did know was that screams and cursing started coming from Arthur’s office, with the man bursting his door open. Suddenly, the lights of the office began to flicker as the other employees began to complain over how their computers were suddenly on the fritz. And Arthur stormed out of his office, screaming to high heaven as he marched past Fran and made his way both to the IT department and to GM Walt’s office to give the news; the Devon Corp had been maliciously hacked.
       As soon as the commotion continued, Fran inserted her own chip into her office PC, to which she then used to access the company data network. It would have been suspicious if she was the only one with a good computer, so she slammed on her desk often and cursed aloud alongside her workers in order to give the impression that her computer too was on the fritz. All the while, the virus she inserted was doing all the work for her, digging into the depths of the Devon Corp files to root out as much info as it could.
       Soon, a pop-up box came on screen, displaying that the hack had been successful and that the files had been uploaded onto the virus chip. With this, Fran covertly pulled it out and hid it inside of her dress pocket, hoping to find a way to smuggle the little information chip out before she could be spotted. As for Arthur, he came back into the financial wing with a small army of IT eggheads in order to address the virus that had infected both his computer and the whole financial department. And everyone was none the wiser as to Fran’s role in pilfering some documents that she shouldn’t have very much.
       With this, and with the office still in commotion, Fran took her leave and went for the restroom, where she hoped to transfer the files she swiped from the mainframe and send them on their way to Almia. She entered the Women’s restroom and pulled out a phone – not her personal one, but one which had been given to her by Almia. This one was an encrypted phone that was almost impossible to hack, meaning that any signals that came to and from it were completely safe. Fran quickly inserted the chip into the phone with an adaptor that Almia had also given her, and with it she was able to send the files via encrypted line to Almia’s home base.
       As she did so, Fran took a minute to sigh and relax. Her heart had been pounding all this time, with a near constant fear that she would end up being caught. She didn’t know whether or not the secret files that Almia wanted her to get would be of any use, but in the end she merely downloaded as many as she could within the timeframe of the computer interface chaos. And there was the hope that these files could be vital to the operation.
       With this job done, Fran left the restroom and returned to her desk in the finance department. It seemed as though the mess from earlier hadn’t cleared up, even with the IT specialists working furiously to fix the issues all while Arthur berated them for being incompetent and talentless. Needless to say, some of the IT specialists gave the look of someone who was reaching their breaking point – whether that came from the sheer scale of the virus’ damage or due to Arthur being a pain in the ass, no one knew.
       What was done was done, and soon quitting time came. Fran walked out of the building and soon came face to face with Saria and Jason, the two of whom had wide smiles on their faces after having heard the news of the commotion that was happening in the Financial Department. Needless to say, the friends were very amused when they heard the sheer bedlam that followed, but now was not the time to discuss it. They were still at Devon, and so they decided to speak more at Saria’s house.
       Once back at the Tudor home of the ruby-red-head Poképhile, the friends took out their partners from their Pokéball as they listened to Fran recounting the tale of how the virus utterly decimated the financial department computer systems, especially on how irate her boss Arthur was to see that his department’s computers were on the fritz. She described in vivid detail how Arthur inadvertently installed the virus into his computer, and how pissed he was throughout the whole ordeal, barking orders and trying to get people to do their jobs. The friends and their pokémon were amused to hear this. In many ways, one could view the trouble doled onto Arthur as a form of karma.
       “Hah! Serves that asshole right!” Jason cheered. “I ain’t ever asked for suffering to happen to anyone, but that dude certainly deserves it!”
       At this moment, Jason’s phone rang. Everyone knew who it was at this point, with Jason answering the call and putting it on speaker.
       “Hello everyone. How are you all doing?” began the voice of Almia. “I heard of a certain ruckus that has occurred in the Financial Department of the Devon of Daegar building. I wonder who could have caused such a thing?”
       At this, everyone began to chuckle and laugh, seeing how the mastermind was speaking before them all.
       “Anyways, I’m happy to hear that you guys managed to swipe the info we needed from the framework. And I have already decoded it after I received it. And let me tell you, this is even bigger than we could ever imagine,” Almia commenced.
       “How so, Almia?” Saria asked. “I mean, I hope you can tell us.”
       “It certainly would be interesting to see what the information we have been risking our hides for is all about,” Razor commenced. “What I mean to say is that I hope you can share with us the information we got for you, Almia.”
       At this, a brief moment of silence continued, with everyone wondering what the hacker was going to say.
       “Well, I suppose it’s only fair. You all have done so good a job that it is within your right to ask,” Almia began. “From what I gathered, Devon Corp of Daegar is indeed collaborating with Team Shroud. I have here important documents signed by GM Walter Reichelt and the other executives regarding the construction of devices used for a certain company. But when I checked the records for this so-called “Certain company,” I found that not only did it not exist, but also that it is a front for Team Shroud.”
       “Damn, so Team Shroud really is in cahoots with our new bosses then, eh?” Jason noted.
       “It’s a shame that we had to come across such a thing, but in the end I suppose that this is for the best,” Razor mused. “Though, I will say that this most certainly proves as evidence to take down Devon.”
       “Well, at least this means that tomorrow we won’t be returning to work,” Chris said lazily.
       But Almia had something to say about that.
       “I’m sorry to inform you, Christopher, that work is still on for tomorrow. Even though we have the information we need, we still need to keep up appearances before we can get the authorities to act on this flagrant corruption. And I do mean flagrant.”
       Almia then proceeded to explain how Devon Corp of Daegar had secretly been bribing and lobbying government officials for the chance to acquire contracts, as well as using their vast funds to covertly deal with competitors – though mainly by the means of outbidding them in markets or destroying them in sales and causing them to go under. Devon had committed all manner of cutthroat behavior, and none of them was above-board, let alone ethical. All the details that Almia spoke to the three friends were enough to remind them that they were dealing with a powerful organization who would stop at nothing to keep their secrets hidden.
       And so, the gang and their hacker friend deliberated over what to do now that they were nearing the end of the line in bringing the Devon Corp and Team Shroud to justice. Still, the one thing that made the team curious as to what Team Shroud was planning was with all the equipment that the team was having them work on. The reasons for this equipment didn’t seem to be as simple as hospital equipment for pokémon, and yet they couldn’t draw heads or tails as to why these items were done under such stealth and covertness.
       For what could these helmet-shaped devices be used? And why would Team Shroud and the Devon Corp of Daegar go to all this length to keep them hidden? It was a question that nobody in the room had any ideas about, and there are no answers up to now.
       Still, even though the helmets themselves seemed to be benign, the covert nature of the deal behind their creation was a crime. This was still considered major fraud, as well as other crimes that included racketeering, bribery, corrupt business practices, to even more violent crimes like assault and kidnapping. There were no signs that Murder was involved, but since Team Shroud was doing Devon of Daegar’s dirty work and intimidating their competition, it wouldn’t be a surprise if they made a few people disappear here and there – a thought that made the Poképhiles even more afraid for their safety.
       Then again, Almia was right to have the Pokephiles return to work even though they had enough evidence. The operation needed to keep going, and if they were to have any sort of success in bringing justice they needed to act on the part of mild mannered and obedient employees in order not to draw suspicion to themselves. The three human friends would have to continue their part in gathering evidence while also making sure not to draw attention to what they and Almia were doing.
       But as to who “Almia” was a question that the friends soon started asking themselves once the hacker hung up the phone. Who was she, and what connection did she have with the Devon Corp in order to bring it down, or at least the Daegar Branch? So many questions filled the air, and none of them would be able to be solved for the moment. For now, all they could do was to their homes and make sure to prepare themselves for tomorrow.
       Though whatever tomorrow would bring would be something that the three would have no idea as to the impact…
      
       It was now officially one more week until Halloween time came, with the whole of the Lakeshire Town area going abuzz with activity. So many people were already preparing themselves for the spooky fun and candy they were bound to give out to the droves of little monsters who’d patrol the streets, all of whom would be sure to ask for their share of Halloween treats with a magical phrase: Trick or Treat. It was bound to be another Halloween in the history books, with even the Devon Corp offices getting ready to celebrate the Holiday.
       But as Fran sat in her office desk and worked on her computer, the Alola native couldn’t help but get a bad feeling that something was off. It wasn’t necessarily that she suspected that her cover had been blown, but simply because the whole building seemed a bit too quiet after the events from the day before. By now, the company would most definitely be investigating the fact that they had been hacked, and they would perhaps leave no stone unturned as to who was responsible for the attack on their systems.
       And it wasn’t just a feeling that Fran had alone. She could feel her fellow employees too also have this familiar foreboding; a sense of dread that made them feel that not all was so peachy currently in the building. Everyone had heard about the hacking attack on the finance department, and it seemed as though everyone knew that the company would be coming for heads in order to keep their information a secret – perhaps literally, as some of the people who were familiar with how cutthroat Devon of Daegar truly behaved.
       During lunchtime, Fran left the office and headed for the cafeteria – where she hoped to meet up with her partners in crime and discuss how sinister the air around the whole company felt. Normally, she would eat a packed lunch that she had brought with her, but today Fran felt that she needed to regroup with her fellow spies and talk. She couldn’t bring out Christopher from his Pokéball, otherwise he would have been a great pokémon to confide in.
       The three friends met together at a single table, with Saria, Jason, and Fran all sitting together at a small table. None of them brought any food with them – they were too nervous to eat, and frankly they weren’t that hungry to begin with. But the fact that every one of them had the same opinion made it clear that they all believed that something bad was going to happen.
       “Do you think Devon is going to try something today?” wondered Saria.
       “Not sure. These buddies sure as hell like to strike when no one expects it,” Jason surmised.
       “Whatever the case, we have to be ready,” Fran said worriedly. “Oh, how I wish we could contact Almia right now. She could probably tell us about what is happening with the company, if they’re really planning anything or if it’s just our nerves.”
       “Ooh… well, whatever happens, we have to be ready,” Saria said worriedly. It was times like this where she wished she was in the comfort of her Greninja pokémon partner.
       It was then that a commotion could be heard coming from the entrance of the cafeteria. Fran, Saria, and Jason wondered what was going on, standing up to walk on over and see what the problem was. But it soon became clear that something was indeed up when the three saw a group of employees who wanted to leave but were stopped by a duo of armed guards.
       “What do you mean that we can’t leave the cafeteria?!” cried out an engineer from the engineering department. “Don’t you realize how important my work is? I need to get it done now!”
       “Sorry. Bosses’ orders,” said the main guard, who was wielding and especially intimidating looking assault rifle. Though he wasn’t pointing the large rifle at the engineer – yet, as one might add – it was clear that this was the start of something suspicious and, perhaps even, downright sinister.
       But soon, the sight of the guard with the assault rifle spread throughout the other employees within the cafeteria, and a small crowd began to gather at the exit of the cafeteria, with the people complaining and making noise as to what on earth was going on. It seemed as though the security guard was unprepared to face the onslaught of outraged employees who were wondering what on earth was going on for them to be held hostage in the mess hall.
       But little did the employees know that that was what they would soon become.
       Suddenly, a loud crack was heard at the entrance, followed by the sounds of screaming and chaos. The employees fled from the entrance, but thankfully no one was hurt. But the gunshot was a clear sign that things were serious, and that nobody’s rights would be respected at that point.
       Soon, the Head of Security himself was present in the front of the cafeteria, the man wielding a huge revolver, a S&W 629 in .44 magnum, and having just fired it into the ceiling. His gaze was not that of a security official who was concerned for the safety of those around him. Instead, he gave the vibe of a henchman who was doing the bidding of those who paid him.
       This man was Bernard “Butch” Davidson, and he was never truly liked by any of the Devon Corp’s employees. Now, his true side and intentions have revealed themselves.
       “Listen up, everyone!” called out Butch. “All of you must be asking “Well, what’s going on? Why can’t I go out? Why are you guys treating us like this?” Well, I’ll let you know why. Some of you fuckers couldn’t mind your own Arceus damn business and began meddling into company affairs. Now, we gotta find out which one of you stupid bastards decided to turn into a rat.”
       The people began to chatter amongst themselves worriedly, wondering who it was who was stealing company information and had the intentions of sending it to the authorities. At this, Fran, Saria, and Jason knew that they were in the middle of a hostage situation. The security guards weren’t just going to hold the people within the cafeteria simply for the matter of finding out who amongst them was a rat. Butch and his bosses intended to use the employees as bargaining chips in order to find a way to escape the Devon Corp building now that their true natures have been revealed.
       “What do we do?” whispered Fran to her three friends.
       “In all honesty, I don’t think we can take on a whole bunch a goons with guns and strong ass pokémon,” Jason sighed.
       “Still, we have to try,” Saria said adamantly.
       It was then that another security guard came over and spoke too Butch.
       “Sir, we found the hacker who was responsible for the hacking attempt on the Financial Department,” said one of the guards. “She was Suzzie Freeman from the Engineering Department. Shall we send her over to the bosses’ office?”
       “Good work. And yes, send her over to Arthur and Walt. I think that this little white mouse could be coaxed to reveal the identity of her associates through a bit of… ‘persuasion,’ if you will.” And with that, Butch left the scene to tend to his newly captured target.
       At hearing this, the three friends were in shock at what they had just heard.
       “Did they just capture Almia?” whispered Fran in a tense voice.
       “We gotta do something,” Jason said. “We can’t just sit here and wait for who knows what to happen to her.”
       “But can we really fight all these goons with guns?” wondered Saria.
       “Our pokémon pals might be able to,” Jason urged. “I know this is gonna be risky, but if we don’t find a way to rescue Almia, then we’re as good as screwed to begin with. They’ll torture her, and if they manage to get any info out of her then we’re as good as dead as well.”
       The two girls looked at each other, wondering whether Jason’s words were true. But in the end, Fran knew that they had an edge simply because of her partner Chris, who was a rock type wolf. His defensive capabilities would be more than enough to create barriers and fight back. And if they could get the other workers to join in and fight back, then they would be able to fight off the guards.
       Though the guards were armed with assault Steyr AUG assault rifles, there weren’t too many guards focused around the cafeteria area, and perhaps this would prove to be to the Poképhiles’ advantage. Soon, three beams of energy shot out of pocket balls, and three different pocket monsters came out with a hint of confusion and adamance. Razor, Camilla, and Christopher knew that they would only be summoned if their trainers were ever in trouble. And it seemed that the three friends were in dire need of their pokémon partner’s aid than ever before.
       Soon, one of the guards came up, seeing how the pokémon had been summoned.
       “Hey, put those mons back in their balls!” cried out a guard.
       But Christopher, who already knew his vital role in the plot, merely stood up and snarled.
       “I guess I’m going to have to teach you all a lesson on why you don’t mess with my trainer,” Christopher spoke in a sinister tone.
       Chris lifted his head up and howled into the air, with stone pillars rising up from the ground as he summoned a Stone Edge move to begin the attack on the guards. The guards immediately began to fire their weapons, but the bullets from their AUGs simply bounced off of the risen stone before the pillars reached the guards at the entrance to the cafeteria, throwing them in the air on being hit by the stone pillar and hitting the wall hard.
       Now knocked out, the three Poképhiles went over to grab the guards’ weapons, with Jason grabbing one of the AUGs while Saria and Fran grabbed the Glock 20 handguns that the guards carried. Though none of the three were trained killers, they at least knew how to handle firearms and had some experience with pointing, aiming, and firing them. Still, even though they were armed, they knew that there were still no match for all the guards in the facility at once, but at least they were going to try to fight back and rescue Almia if they could. With the weapons in their hands and with their pokémon partner ready to attack, the three left the cafeteria and made their way to the side hallway.
       Soon, though, the sound of guards and pokémon were heard coming from a side corridor, with the three friends and their pokémon ducking to a side corridor to let the guards pass by. And soon, a medium group of guards passed by the Poképhiles. But one of the pokémon, a Houndoom, stopped as it sniffed the air, catching the friends’ scent.
       The guards soon stopped and turned around, wondering what the pokémon canine smelled. But before he noticed the friends, a Water Shuriken was thrown at him, hitting him hard and sending him flying to the back wall. Before the other guards could react, two of the guards were hit by fiery punches and kicks that knocked them out cold before the last guard was bitten on the neck with a Crunch move that completely incapacitated him, drawing blood and leaving the guard slumped on the ground. As for the Houndoom, it opened its mouth to release a Flamethrower move, but before it could launch the column of fire, a Water Kunai knife cut across the canine’s body before it too fell to the floor after having been cut deep by the super effective strike.
       With these initial guards either knocked out or taken out, the friends proceeded down the hallway toward the main hall, having picked up some ammo from the guard for their confiscated weapons. But on entering the main hall, the friends came across a room that was not only filled to the brim with guards, but also several employees who were also taken hostage. And on one scene in particular, one of the hostages stood up to a guard and was being obstinate.
       “Why are you holding us here? We’re employees of Devon for Arceus sakes! Do you honestly think any one of us here is a mole?!” screamed none other than Kyle the engineer, who finally had the courage to stand up for himself.
       But before he could get another word out, the butt of an assault rifle smacked Kyle on the head, knocking him down to the ground and leaving him bleeding from the hit.
       “I don’t give a flying fuck whoever you are. You’re not leaving here until we find those moles, and any one of you fuckers could be them,” said a guard in a gruff voice.
       But Hunter, who was also present, decided that it would be best to say something – though it was something that Jason didn’t appreciate.
       “I know! My boss, Jason! He’s been acting suspicious! He’s been going back and forth to the Finance Department and meeting with other employees! He’s bound to be a mole!” cried out Hunter, hoping to save his own skin.
       At hearing this, Jason muttered under his breath: “Fucking traitor,” he said softly.
       At this, the gruff guard walked up to Hunter and smiled at him.
       “Thank you for the info, you are snitching little bitch,” said the guard.
       With this, the guard rammed the butt of his gun against Hunter’s head, the smack heard around the room as Hunter collapsed to the floor, completely out for the count. But as the guard pointed his rifle at Hunter to “reward” him for the info, an unexpected person came forward to save him.
       “Don’t shoot him!” cried out Kyle.
       Soon, the once timid and mild-mannered engineer grabbed the guard and tried to pull the barrel away from Hunter. The sounds of multiple gunshot filled the room as Kyle tried to wrestle the AUG assault rifle from the guard. And though the guard tried as much as he could to beat back Kyle, the man clung desperately to the assault rifle in the hopes of protecting his coworker.
       A loud crack filled the room, with everyone present falling silent as Kyle looked on in confusion. His face began to turn pale as he then began to go limp. He slumped to the floor, the man falling into a heap as the loud gunshot shot him in the back and penetrated through his body, with the bullet stopping on the guard’s body armor as the .44 Magnum bullet had completely passed through his body, puncturing his long, and causing an immense cavitation from the sheer force of the round.
       And the man responsible, Butch, stood twenty feet away from the man, having shot him true. Butch, with a smirk on his face, then approached the engineer and began to chuckle.
       “I had a feeling that someone around here had more bravery than sense,” Butch remarked. “But all of that doesn’t matter. We know who the moles are, and the boss will like them brought over.” To this Butch pointed his gun and fired a round at the hiding spot of the three spies, the bullet piercing through the wall and barely missing Jason’s head. “Come on out, you ingrates! You’re surrounded! Drop your weapons and come quietly, lest we have your dear hacker friend ‘Almia’ join Arceus sooner than later.”
       Realizing that their cover was blown, Fran, Jason, Saria, and their pokémon partners dropped their weapons and rose with their hands in the air. Their glares of defiance gave a look of people who weren’t all too happy to be caught, and though they wanted to fight to the very end, the fact that they were surrounded by a bunch of goons with big guns meant that they were finished.
       “You win, you fucker,” said Fran bitterly.
       “Don’t I always?” said Butch with a snicker. “Now, come along. The bosses will want to see the spies who decided to bring us down.”
       With this, Fran, Jason, and Saria, along with their pokémon, were surrounded by guards as they were forced at gunpoint to follow them to the upstairs offices. They passed by the unconscious body of Hunter, as well as the barely alive body of Kyle as he remained on the ground in critical condition. And they also passed by the eyes of the workers, who looked at them with a mix of scorn and shock. Some of them had no idea that they were working for criminals, while others were angry that the three spies couldn’t mind their own business and just leave things as they were. But what these people didn’t realize was that they were working for an evil criminal enterprise – one which would stop at nothing in order to meet their goals.
       A group of six entered into the office of Walter Reichelt, with the General Manager himself, alongside Financial Head Arthur Lancaster, present and armed. They were also in the presence of even more heavily armed guard, with Kel-Tec KSG Shotguns that were heavy firepower needed to protect the big bosses. And sitting on a chair was “Almia” herself, or rather Jason’s underling: Suzzie.
       “Suzzie?!” exclaimed Jason. “You… you’re Almia?”
       “Surprised? I had a feeling that if I could fool you with my aloof persona, an employee who didn’t want to work, that I’d be able to go about undetected. I guess I was wrong,” Suzzie smirked.
       At this, Arthur approached, armed with a Chiapa Rhino revolver, a look of satisfied anger on him.
       “I guess this is everyone. Now we can make you all pay for what you did to reveal our true intentions,” said Arthur. “You all had to reveal that we were working with Team Shroud. We were so close to finishing our projects, of giving our contacts the tools that they required us to make for them and for their ambitions. But I guess that’s over.”
       “You really thought that you all could get away with this?” asked Walter rather irked. “You really thought we would just let you waltz on by and reveal to the world what we were doing? Well, I’ll say that you have another thing coming.”
       “What are you monsters doing here?!” demanded Fran. “What could you possibly gain form working with Team Shroud, those evil people?”
       “Why, it’s simple, Miss Olivier. We too are also members of Team Shroud,” Walter replied. “Though, I wish that I was of a higher rank comparable to the one that I currently have as boss of Devon of Daegar. But I suppose that once we deal with you and the other employees we will have to hightail it back to Team Shroud base and report on what we’ve been working. We have everything we needed to work on ready, so there’s no need for any of you to be alive anymore.”
       With this, Arhtur lifted his gun and pointed it directly at Fran, the boss smiling as he planned on exacting his revenge.
       “I’m sorry, Francine. You were such a good employee, one of my best workers, in fact. Though, I think we can find a suitable replacement in time.”
       As Fran braced to be shot by the boss, the window to the office shattered into a million pieces, followed by a boom that came way out from the distance. As the others in the room wondered what was going on, Arthur stood there in perplexion, wondering whether what had happened to him was true. His chest was bleeding from a severe gunshot wound, and he looked on with shock at his boss and at the spies, wondering if this would be the end for him.
       Arthur collapsed to the floor, having been felled by a .300 Winchester Magnum bullet fired from an AWM Sniper Rifle from the parking lot next door. Not only that, but the sound of police sirens was heard out in the distance, with an army of law enforcement storming the building. Not only that, but the man who was leading the charge into the Devon Corp building was none other than Cecil Robinson, the Lakeshire PD detective who had been contacted by a certain hacker, and who organized the current raid onto Devon Corp of Daegar. The police were armed with heavy weapons, such as G36C assault rifles and were followed by armored pokémon partners like Arcanine, Mightyena, Houndoom, and even Stoutland. Though the front door was locked tight, the lead officers, armed with Benelli M4 shotguns, blasted the locks and allowed for Cecil and the other officers to storm the building, all commencing a hail of bullets as law enforcement and criminals fought against each other to see who would come out on top.
       To this, Fran, Saria, Jason, and their pokémon partners all breathed a sigh of relief, as did Suzzie – formerly known as the hacker “Almia.” With Walter’s back turned, Jason grabbed Arthur’s Chiapa Revolver and pointed it at Walter. The two guards with the Kel-Tec shotguns who were presently in the room had left to face the onslaught that was happening outside, though after a few rounds of booming blasts of their shotguns later the sound of them eating lead was heard, followed by a rush of footsteps coming up the hallway.
       “The jig is up, Walter!” Jason commanded. “Let’s get to sending your sorry ass to jail!”
       On seeing that he had nowhere left to run, Walter turned to look at the three Poképhiles with rage, having not expected them to act so quickly in calling the authorities.
       “Do you think this is over?!” roared Walter. “Do you honestly think that you have won?! My superiors have already received the work that we have done! You’re too late to stop us even if you wanted to! I will be avenged, and all of the disgusting Poképhiles within the region will be purged!”
       “Do you honestly think that the Pokephiles are that bad a people?” Suzzie rebuffed. “In hindsight, you bribed, coerced, and even ordered people killed for the sake of necessitating your needs. You failed Mister Stone, and you’ll pay for ever calling yourself a leader of the future!”
       “What, you believe that old blowhard’s dream of a better future? That stupid man couldn’t dream for a better world even with all the money he has! Only Team Shroud sees the dangers of the world! Only they can save us all!”
       With this, Walter pulled out a knife and seemed to be prepared to attack. But in doing so, Jason cocked the hammer of his revolver as he pointed it at Walter.
       “I wouldn’t try it, bub,” Jason warned.
       “Oh, this isn’t for you,” Walter said menacingly.
       With this, Walter brought the knife to his neck. One big and deep slice later and Walter collapsed to the floor, quickly bleeding out as he took the easy way out of the problem which he faced. All the friends, meanwhile, looked in shock at what the Devon Corp boss had done to himself.
       “God damn,” Chris noted. “That’s a pretty metal way to go out.”
        Suzzie walked over the bleeding corpse of Walter, the woman scoffing as she looked down at the man laid flat on the ground, his eyes forever frozen in the exasperated look he gave in his final moments.
       “But one that he deserved,” Suzzie concluded. She then turned to face the three spies; her three underlings who had worked so hard to bring down Devon of Daegar. “Thank you all for your help with this,” Suzzie said sincerely. “From the bottom of my heart, and that of Mr. Stone… thank you, Poképhiles, for all you’ve done for us.”
       “What is your relationship with the Big Boss then, Almia?” wondered Fran, who wondered as to what the bigger picture was about. “I mean, I don’t think that your name is Suzzie, is it?”
       At this, the hacker smiled, realizing that it was time to come clean.
       “No. Suzzie isn’t my real name, and neither is Almia. My name is Sonya. Sonya Delacorte. And I am a head employee of Devon Corp proper. Mr. Stone had realized that something was gravely wrong with how his branch here in Daegar had been behaving, but he didn’t want to personally get involved for fear that Walter here and his goons would try to hide things. So, he sent me here to do the spying for him, and to see if there was anything that was afoot.” She then gave a dejected look at the scene around here, with two dead bodies and shattered glass on the floor. “I guess things were a lot worse than he could ever realize. To think that these cretins could get involved with a terror group, and to whatever extent they were planning to do.”
       “So, do you have an idea what Team Shroud would want with the helmet devices?” wondered Saria, hoping that the spy could offer her and her friends some answers.
       But Suzzie, or rather Sonya, shook her head.
       “I’m sorry, but I’ve been unable to deduce why Team Shroud made Devon make these devices. They certainly are meant for nothing good, but I don’t have a clue as to how these head devices could be used. They do have a lot of potential to do harm, but I’m afraid I do not know as to what for. Team Shroud sure did cover their tracks well.”
       At this, the door to the office burst open, and in came Detective Robinson and a whole litany of SWAT officers and pokémon. Armed with G36C rifles and FN Five Seven pistols, the SWAT were ready to take on a group of baddies if needed. But on seeing the four there, they all lowered their weapons.
       “Miss Delacorte, I’m happy to see that you and the others are safe,” said Cecil with relief. “As soon as we heard that Devon Corp Guards were rounding up hostages, I knew that we had to move fast. I gathered as many officers and resources as possible to move in.” He then turned to see none other than his fellow Poképhiles and friends. “It’s nice to see you lot hale and hearty as well – or least as hale and hearty as surviving a hostage situation can get.”
       “Don’t mention it, Cecil pal,” Jason remarked.
       “Well, at least we all made it out alive,” said Saria with relief. “I had knots in my stomach all through this ordeal.”
       But there was one thing that was on Fran’s mind that made her worry.
       “What happened to that one employee who got shot? Kyle?” asked Fran worriedly.
       To this, Cecil nodded his head in dismay.
       “I’m sorry. We tried to revive him. But…”
       On hearing this, Saria gasped as Fran put her hands to her mouth. But it was Jason who ended up being the most devastated. The Unovan man’s face conveyed a mix of billowing rage and heavy grief. To think that someone whom he had worked with and who dedicated himself so much to his job had his life so callously taken away was something that he couldn’t forgive.
       “Tell me… did you at least kill that fucker, Butch?” Jason said as he choked up.
       “The head of security?” Cecil then sighed. “He was captured after a firefight between us and him and his men. His men were mowed down, even used one of them as a human shield to fight us fight us off. He certainly knows how to look out for Number One, that’s for sure.”
       “Then put a damn bullet in his head for me, will you?” said Jason menacingly.
       “He’s more worth to us alive than dead, Jason,” Sonya replied. “I understand that you feel angry over him taking Kyle’s life. I’m pissed off too since he was my coworker as well. But Butch knows things about the inner workings of Team Shroud, and he can give us valuable info.”
       Fran looked at her friend and noted how torn he was. Jason had a good relationship with Kyle, and to see him so distraught was something she never liked to see. But in the end, she could only hope that Butch’s capture would lead to some good. At the very least, he would never live as a free man again, even if he were to give all the information that he could. If nothing, he would have to give enough info if it meant sparing himself from Capital Punishment.
       For now, though, as all the pieces were falling into place, it was time to head home. A lot had happened, and lots of people were either hurt or slain. The only thing that anyone could do was hope that all of this could be put behind them.
       There was a lot that needed to be done to unwind.
      
       It was now Halloween Day, and the whole of the Lakeshire area, as well as the entirety of the Daegar Region, was in an uproar over the recent turn of events that took place over at the Devon Corp of Daegar Facility, with many people wondering as to how a respectable organization such as Devon Corp could ever join forces with the likes of Team Shroud. Indeed, the uproar and appallment of the people even prompted a government investigation to take root, with people from all over clamoring to make sure that something like this could never happen again.
       As for the identities of the people who exposed Devon of Daegar, these were kept a closely guarded secret, with the only indication of the identities being that they were so-called “whistleblowers” who were disgruntled with the nature of the company, and so joined forces with an executive of the company to bring the colluders to justice. And, indeed, work spread fast around how one of the rogue executives of the company was gunned down while the General Manager took his own life in the ensuing firefight. Worst of all was the story of how a heroic engineer sacrificed himself to save his fellow employees, all for someone who would inevitably rat out on his boss. The Employee Rat didn’t last long in the company once he recovered from his injuries.
       As for Devon of Daegar’s fate, there was a bit of news in this regard. Mr. Stone himself, the tech mogul behind the global enterprise, came to Daegar to visit the site of the hostage scene, as well as to personally thank the unnamed heroes who risked their lives for the sake of justice. Needless to say, a hefty prize was given to the heroes in the form of wealth and other forms of monetary value, including a good amount of stock within Devon Corp’s stock shares.
       But in the end, though the three unnamed heroes were happy to be bankrolled and be set for life, in truth the three wanted to return to a more normal life than the one that they had unwittingly become a part. And Francine Olivier, Jason Kitchener, and Saria Price returned to their old jobs working in the Silph Co Pokéball Plant – where they were treated like royalty and were cheered on by their old friends after hearing their tales of heroism and gallantry.
       In truth, Mr. Stone had the mind to make the three heroes executives in the Devon of Daegar firm – once he reigned in the pandemonium caused by the fallout of his company’s criminal schemes. But all three friends flat out refused, preferring their old jobs with Silph and a much more peaceful life. For her part, even though Francine was offered the chance to become Devon of Daegar’s new General Manager and CEO, given her financial background and acuity, just the thought of her becoming a chief executive made her want to have an anxiety attack. Thankfully, her Midnight Lycanroc partner was there for her to lean on when she began to feel woozy.
       But Mr. Stone would not stop offering the three heroes his undying gratitude.
       “Just let me know of whatever you need, you three,” Mr. Stone said jovially. “If it is within my power to grant, you’ll receive it and even more so. I just can’t thank you all enough for what you’ve all done for me and my company, and for helping my dear Sonya and saving both her and my company from the brink.”
       “Well, we’ll let you know if anything comes up,” Fran assured. “I don’t think this’ll be the last time we’ll hear of Team Shroud meddling in the affairs of powerful corporations like yours, sir. We might need your help in combating them sooner or later.”
       “Well, with Team Shroud now on my list of enemies, you can be sure to count on me to bring those ruffians to justice,” Mr. Stone assured. “I won’t have these ingrates defile the work that my company has done to benefit society and the people of this world.”
       And with this exchange over, Mr. Stone made his return to Devon of Daegar headquarters, where he hoped to whip the company back into shape and do as much damage control as he could. He had quite the ordeal at hand to fix, given how tarnished his company’s name was now within the Daegar Region.
       But today was still a happy day, one which hoped to have plenty of fun and banter. It was still Halloween, and though Fran and Chris didn’t really intend to do much except rest at home after a peaceful day at work in the Silph Co, there was still the infectious ambiance of the holiday and the fact that so much had happened. There were jack-o-lanterns galore in the neighborhood, and as Fran drove down the streets in her new ride – a Porsche 911 GT3 RS, which she graciously paid for with her newfound wealth – she wondered what she and her pokémon partner could do on this wonderful yet tired evening. Though it was the final night of the spooky season, the two were too pooped to do anything else.
       Fran and Christopher arrived back at their Uncle Paulo’s house, where they were once more greeted by the big man and sat down to eat another helping of Paulo Poli’s clam chowder. And given that Fran had a bottomless stomach, it took a few large bowls to fully satisfy herself. But to Christopher, he figured that some things would never change.
       Still, even though Fran and Chris were now richer than they ever hoped to be, they still wanted a quiet life more than anything else. And as Fran lay down on her bed and Chris sat next to her and began rereading a book from earlier, the two wondered as to what they could do to help celebrate their victory over evil on yet another misadventure.
       “These past few days sure have been one helluva roller coaster ride, haven’t they Wolfie?” Fran said as she leaned her head back. “To be honest with you, I’m a bit exhausted, even though all of that is water under the bridge now.”
       “I’m tired too, babe,” Chris replied. “I just hope we won’t run into any more mayhem for the time being. I’d hate to get into another affair where we gotta be spies again. I’ve had enough covert espionage for a long time now.”
       Fran looked at Chris with warmth, seeing how hard her pokémon had worked in getting her out of trouble. Chris had been her rock throughout the whole ordeal. Whenever she came home from work after spying on Devon, she was comforted by Christopher and lulled into a state of peace. The Midnight Lycanroc had always been her rock, and not just because he was a Rock-type pokémon. And after all this time, she wanted him to comfort her yet again.
       “Wolfie?” Fran asked gingerly.
       “You’re feeling horny, aren’t you,” Christopher said as he lowered his book and looked at her.
       “No… I mean, maybe. Oh, just come here and cuddle with me, you lug,” Fran commanded. “I could really use some comfort right now, and if you feel up for it, maybe some sex in a bit.”
       “Sure thing, Fran. I’ll be there.” And with that, Chris set down his book on the bedside dresser and then climbed onto bed with Fran.
       The red wolf and the Alolan native lay on bed together, with Fran wrapping her arms around her pokémon and bringing him close to her. Chris reciprocated this, wrapping a clawed hand around her and pulling her close to his soft fur, her cheek resting on his neck and his jaw resting on top of her head. It was a tender moment of bonding, of a trainer and her pokémon partner as they basked in the feeling of mutual care for one another. Though one wonders whether or not they’d take things to the next level, in this moment everything was all right. Everything was perfectly fine.
       “Oh, Wolfie,” Fran said softly. “I love you so much. I can’t imagine life without you. You’ve been my rock this whole time. And I can’t think of anyone I’d wish to get closer to than this.”
       “I love you too, Fran,” said her Wolfie with a smile. “Honestly, we’ve been through a lot recently, and I want to make you happy after all we’ve been through.”
       And being happy was precisely what Fran wanted for her pokémon partner as well.
       With this, Fran lifted her head up and eyed her pokémon partner, smiling at him as she gave a sultry look at him.
       “I think you can find a way to make me very happy, Wolfie,” said Fran lustily.
       “Oh? And what might that be?” Chris asked curiously, his voice turning husky.
       Fran leaned into his ear, her smile growing even wider. She knew exactly how they could make it up to each other.
       “You know what we can do. It’s Halloween, after all. Why won’t you become my monster for tonight and ravage me? I promise I’ll scream just a little bit.”
       Chris looked at Fran with a savage face, his instincts already kicking in.
       “Oh, I promise, I’ll savage you hard as I sink my fangs into your body. I’ll taste and ravage you so hard that you’ll be begging for me to stop.”
       With this, Fran stood up from the bed and immediately began to take off her clothes, alongside the help of Christopher. She revealed her white and flawless skin to her partner, as well as her puffy tits and her waiting, wet snatch. The pheromones that her pussy gave off were enough to make Chris savage her then and there. And as Fran lay down a thick towel on their bed, one that would catch any bodily fluids they were bound to release, it was becoming evident that the two partners truly wanted this to happen. After all they went through together, a little sex would never hurt anyone – especially the kind that will leave Fran hurt and sore all over.
       Fran lay down on the bed again, this time on the towel. As she did so, her partner’s cock began to grow out of his sheath, revealing a canine phallus with a thick knot at its base. And so, Chris climbed on top of Fran, putting his muzzle to her neck and sniffing her scent, getting hungrier with every inhalation he took of her female aroma. He opened his mouth to lick her neck, lapping his tongue on her as he brushed along her neck with his slick saliva covered tongue. Her taste was delicious, almost as though what actual prey would have tasted like.
       And Chris was going to feast on her like the prey that he wanted her to be.
       Soon, Chris’ maw opened wide as his canines bore, his jaw latching onto his lover’s neck as he clamped onto her, his fang sinking a bit into her flesh and causing her to bleed. Fran cried out in pained pleasure as she felt her lover-slash-predator bite into her neck, loving the feeling of being treated so roughly. She wanted this feeling. She needed it, and she would do her best to make sure that it lasted. All the while, Chris shook her neck in an attempt to make her submit to his will. He would make her his for this moment, for though she was recently a corporate spy, above all else, she belonged to him as his lover and as his prey.
       As Chris suckled and chewed on his prey’s neck, he aligned his cock with her entrance and began to press himself rough into her, wasting not a second of time in trying to fuck her brains out. He pushed his cock deep into her awaiting sex hole, feeling the wonderful pleasure in having her warm flesh constrict around his member as he sank deeper and deeper into her – inciting Fran to cry out from both the neck bite as well as having her vaginal walls be so forcefully violated.
       But Fran wasn’t afraid of being savaged in this way. She knew that her lover had restraint, even if it didn’t look like it. He did genuinely bite into her neck, though not enough to nick a major blood vessel. But the blood that pooled around his mouth and onto their towel was evidence that he was going all out, with him partaking in a literal bloodbath as he both gnawed her neck and fucked her senselessly. It was almost as though he was raping her, making the scene play out like some kind of sex massacre, with poor Fran being ravaged by her partner to the brink of death.
       But Fran’s cries were not the cries of someone who needed help, rather they were the cries of someone who wanted more. She wanted to be treated this way. She wanted to be treated like a piece of meat made only to satisfy her sex partner. She wanted to have Chris give her the time of her life, and she would not stop him as he continued to chew on her neck and apply a good deal of force on her body.
       Soon, though, Chris grew tired of biting her neck and instead went for her shoulder, licking her left shoulder blade before sinking his fangs into a much bonier part of her body. And once again he sank his canines into her shoulder, inciting even more pain and for blood to come oozing out of the puncture marks from previous biting sessions. But Fran once again didn’t care. She loved the feeling of being treated like a piece of meat, of her lover biting her with such viciousness as though he didn’t care for her life. And his thrusts into her pussy were just a fierce as the biting into her body.
       Chris continued to fuck his partner with even more gusto, making sure to continue wringing her out with his biting while his cock rubbed back and forth along her pussy, making sure that she wasn’t allowed a moment to rest as he chewed her shoulder. But soon, he let go of her shoulder blade and went on to bite her somewhere that was a little bit more tender: her right tit. Chris licked her right tit and began nibble on her nipple, not sinking his teeth this time, but still providing plenty of pleasure as he made sure to like the teat with tact and nip at the fatty flesh of the breast. This action began to send Fran wild as she was overcome by desire, with Chris doing his best to stimulate her while also not trying to harm her too much in this delicate area.
       As for vaginally penetrating her, his cock continued to rub against her pussy walls with even more gusto, making sure to stretch her out by inserting his knot and being ever forceful with her by going in as deep as he could go. He wouldn’t stop until he reached all the way to her cervix, the back of her snatch, and even then he still touched this final road barrier and pressed against it, fully topping out his trainer and providing a painful spasm of pleasure whenever he touched the back wall.
       At this point, Fran had been consumed by pleasure, unable to resist the constant ins and outs of her body craving more and more.
       “P-please, Chris! D-d-don’t stop! Fuck m-me more!” Fran pleaded with her sex partner.
       Chris then let go of his tit suckling and looked at her dead in the eyes.
       “So, slut, you’d like me to fuck you more, is that it?” he asked coyly.
       “Y-yes, my predator. Mate me! Ravage me! I want you to treat me like prey. I will be your prey. Just don’t stop!” she cried out with even more passion.
       “Your wish my command, my dear prey slut. I will fuck you until you beg for me to stop. I will keep biting you until I wring you out completely!”
       With this, Chris went for her neck again, biting her once more as he wrang her out in this delicate area again, licking her neck as he continued to pussy-fuck her. Fran was slowly getting more and more lost within her reverie, getting used to the feeling of being bitten and marked as her partner’s mate while also taking his dick deep into her body. She didn’t care for any scars that would be left behind, nor for how much blood she might have lost from her wounds. She wanted to celebrate her recent victory over Devon of Daegar and Team Shroud. And she wanted to treat her partner to a good sex session as she wanted to reward him for all of his hard work.
       But every good thing must come to an end. Chris was nearing his final spell, his cock pulsating hard as he felt his member start to burn with desire. He was going to cum deep into his trainer’s body, and she was ready and waiting to receive this dose of sperm inside of her. Her pussy walls were already starting to pulsate in receiving pleasure, and she wanted to make it a memorable moment for both her and her partner.
       “Ready to receive my cum, Fran?” Chris asked menacingly. “I’m about to blow my whole fat load inside of you.”
       “Yes, Wolfie. Cum inside of me deep and hard!”
       With this granting of permission, Chris began to thrust into her body even harder and faster, making sure to fill her mind with as much pleasure as he could give. His cock was already burning with hot desire and passion. He wanted to give it to her as much as he could. And when the final moment came, he would make sure that she would feel the almighty feeling of their combined rapture.
       Christopher thrust into Fran’s pussy one last time, burying is knot into her hole as he inserted the bulbous part of his cock into her vagina. On doing so his knot expanded, locking him inside of her. At this moment, a torrent of seed came gushing out of his tip, bathing her most precious innards with gush after warm gush of hot and sticky sperm. His cock erupted with jet after supremely satisfying jet of seed, and he would be sure to fill her out completely as Fran lay there motionless, taking in the feeling of her rapture as pleasure overwhelmed all other senses, her mind lost in reverie.
       Chris and Fran shared in their orgasmic reverie for a spell, with the two closing their eyes as Chris continued to inject her with more and more of his hot seed. He would not stop until he would fill her out completely, emptying his balls of all the hot spunk that he had to give her. In the meanwhile, the two were in a moment of orgasmic revelry as they stood still, the Lycanroc pumping all of his genetic fluid deep into his lover’s body until nothing remained for him to give.
       When all was said and done, Fran opened her eyes and came face to face with the glowing red eyes of her partner. She smiled at him, happy to see that he too had enjoyed the moment.
       “Like what we have done, Chris?” she asked him Gingerly.
       “Fuck yeah,” Chris replied contentedly. “I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of banging you, Fran. I loved doing this a lot. I love treating you like my prey.”
       “Well, you certainly wrang me out, that’s for sure,” Fran said with a sigh.
       At this moment, the two leaned into each other as their lips connected, Chris’s muzzle planting right onto Fran’s lips, with Fran even getting a taste of her own blood as the iron of her hemoglobin was tasted on his lips. Their tongues danced around as they shared in their rapture. This was the moment when the two would bond in aftercare, the two happy to have gotten to share such a happy time with one another. After all they had been through, they definitely deserved this moment.
       After a while, Chris’ cock began to deflate, and he was able to pull out of her as a small gush of seed came oozing out of her pussy on pulling out. He then climbed off of Fran as he went to get some bandages from the nearby first aid kit to plug the holes he made on her neck and shoulder. She didn’t bleed too much, but the pleasure had simply been divine. One wonders how Fran was able to hide the fact she had been bitten multiple times away from her uncle and friends, but since it was getting colder, the use of a turtle-neck sweater would often be enough to hide the bandages on her neck.
       With Chris apply some bandages to her neck marks and her shoulder blade, their sex session was now complete. Their towel had been thoroughly stained with blood, however, and they too would also have to hide this from Uncle Paulo if they meant to keep him from worrying. Then again, Uncle Paolo knew that his niece was an active Poképhile, which is why he didn’t bother to check up on her given that Fran was making noise from the intensity of her pussy being fucked and her neck being wrung out.
       The two had certainly been through a lot, with the downfall of Devon of Daegar and with stopping Team Shroud from corrupting society yet again. But there were still plenty of mysteries that remained in part of their misadventure. What did Team Shroud need the devices for that they made Devon build for them? And what nefarious end could they be used for?
       Fran asked Chris this question, but the pokémon remained stumped.
       “I don’t have any idea what those fuckers are up to, and honestly I’m not certain. I just hope that nothing else happens where we need to step in and stop them.”
       “I hope so, too. I’ve kinda had enough with being a spy for one lifetime,” Fran contemplated. “But, I guess we will have to wait and see. For now, though, I’m just happy that we did what we did and put a stop to them. And I’m also happy to have provided you with a bit of a reward for all that hard work you’ve done alongside me.”
       “The pleasure is all mine, Fran babe. And I hope that we can keep doing stuff like this in the future. I kinda like treating you like my prey.”
       “And I hope to keep being your prey, Chris. You will always be my predator, my Wolfie. And nothing in this world, not Team Shroud or Devon or anyone will change that.” She then leaned in to peck him on the lips before saying: “I love you, Christopher.”
       “I know. I love you too, Fran.”
       And so, the two rested on their bed as the day came to a close. Tomorrow would be another day, and the two had a lot to look forward to. For now, it was enough to say that they had done their role as guardians and spies well. It was time to rest. It was time to repose…
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