A small sneer creases his lips, malicious intent clearly present in the dark look on his face. "So... this is where they're at; those rare pokemon he gives out to trainers?" he mumbles quietly to himself, eyes narrowed suspiciously at the seemingly unguarded red and white orbs arranged carefully on the table. He ducks slightly as he catches the bumbling form of the clumsy Professor Elm by the window, completely unaware that his labratory was being stalked by a malicious attacker.
The young assulter watched as the seemingly oafish professor casually placed his prized pokemon a nearby machine, activating some sort of lock sequence. His smile only grew wider and more malicious, things were certainly coming together very nicely. Armed with only a Sneasel he had stolen during his brief duration in Cainwood, the master theif Silver could no doubt make easy work of that simple combination and make his way out with all three of those priceless pokemon. "Fufufu..." he snickered, "Now I just have to wait and-"
"Hey... what're you doing?"
Silver gulped, completely breaking the suspense and motivation his dark monolouge had built up and throwing him off balance. "None of your business!" he shouted, standing straight up to oppose...
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