”It’s not long now Boss,” the black-clad man spoke so quietly that the small Mincinno that was trembling on his shoulder could barely hear him. He tried to stand up tall so as to look less cowardly, but he flinched involuntarily as the shadowy figure across the room growled lowly at him.
”You’ve been saying that since we stole the damn thing.” The Boss, Mr. Brian DeMaro, was clearly attempting to not show his anger at his employee, but his voice betrayed his fury. He turned from staring out the large, floor-to-ceiling window and strode toward the other man. As he came closer, the grunt felt the need to back away, but he stopped himself, knowing that if he did, the Boss would become even more angry as his cowardice.
”I-It’s taking longer than expected Boss,” the shorter man spoke, now breathing through his mouth in an attempt to calm himself down. The Boss was now standing directly in front of him, looking down at his employee. The Boss’s expression was one of steely uninterest, but anger and menace seemed to radiate off of him in waves, making his employee wince once again.
”Well if this isn’t the last time that I hear the words ‘not long now’, there are going to be consequences for you and everyone one else working alongside you.” The Boss paused momentarily and a crackle was heard behind him in a darker corner of the room. Unable to stop himself, the smaller man and his Mincinno jumped with fright. Everyone on Team Nightfall knew what that electrical crack meant. The grunt opened his mouth to reply to the Boss’s statement when DeMaro's Emolga glided from out of the dark and landed on the Boss’s shoulder. Her eyes gave off a faint yellowish glow and sparks gathered around the pouches on her cheeks. The Boss grinned at the other man's fear. ”Do I make myself clear?”
The grunt nodded profusely and his voice trembled as he answered the man. ”Y-yes. C-crysal, Boss.”
The Boss gave the other man a wide smirk. ”Good. Now go tell the others.” The grunt was gone before DeMaro had even finished his sentence. As the steel, moss-covered door slammed behind the man, the Boss turned to look back out of the large window. When they had first gotten there, vines had been covering this window. DeMaro had been quick to cut those vines down, revealing a window that peered out through the peaks of two immense trees, looking over a large portion of the island. Between this room that had been deemed "The Boss's Office", and the room across the hall, DeMaro could look out over the entirety of the small island. He remembered when they had docked on the island. The first thing that they had seen was what appeared to be a pillar of fog in the center of the island. On DeMaro's order, every member of Nightfall had trekked through the dense forest toward the pillar of mist. The fog had been so thick at the center of the island that the team had not seen the building until the leading administrators had literally walked face-first into one of its steel doors. DeMaro had been the only one on the entire team that had not been bothered by the strangeness of this building. He had quickly ordered for the doors to be pried open and for camp to be set up both inside and just outside of the fog that shrouded the building. The odd thing was that once inside the building, looking out of it was like looking through glass. The fog that so well hid the building, seemed to not exist when looking out from inside the building. The pyramid-like structure was one made of stone with steel doors and glass windows. It was the only structure on the island and it seemed to hold more mystery than the island itself.
As DeMaro finally came back to the present from his memories of their first days on the island, his fist hit the wall beside the window so suddenly that the Emolga on his shoulder jumped and hovered above him for a moment before deciding that it was safe to land on his shoulder once more. She gave a worried chirp and rubbed the top of her head along his cheek. DeMaro quickly composed himself and smoothed his hair back with one hand, using the other to reach over and stroke his Pokemon’s fur. The creature emitted a soft, loving purr, nuzzling his hand with her small nose. The Boss chuckled at his small squirrel-like creature. ”I’m sorry, Sparks. I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m just frustrated.” He paused and gave a heavy sigh, straightening his suit jacket and looked back out the window. ”Those damn kids are leaving Orrene today and if we don’t wake this thing up soon, they may just be able to stop us.”
Sparks gave another soft, reassuring purr to which DeMaro smiled over at her. The Emolga was not his strongest Pokemon, but she was by far the Boss’s oldest and most prized and she always knew how to get him to relax and smile. ”Don’t worry, Sparks. We won’t let a bunch of kids ruin our dreams. I promise that I won’t let anyone stop us this time.”