Snippet #2714252

"Sounds like the rest are holing up wherever they can. Gonna be a bitch to root them out, especially with all that spray and pray," Terrance lamented. A girl on roller skates crouched with him inside the second floor of the museum, the other two blown to bits by what the invaders seemed to call dakka.

"Shit. Sounds like they took the power plant. The winds are unpredictable and there's no cover out there save for a couple of natural canyons," panted the woman who was spattered with blood herself. "This is why we settle our fights with Pokémon battles. Nobody has to die over this stuff."

"Can't hear you through the hangover," Terrance retorted. "Okay. We don't know if those canyons are foxholes or kill boxes. We need some sort of air support to occupy them and let a small team breach the perimeter. Got any birds that can deliver a pick-me-up to the big one in the center of town?"

"Lugia's sitting right by the Gym. Leader Clemont should be on scene right now along with his aides to provide support."

"So is this Clemont guy like the mayor or something?"

"Pretty much. He also has contacts in the regional government that can--"

"That's all I need to know. You skate faster than I run, so haul your ass to him and explain the situation. Maybe bring some medicine for the big one. Looks like the wild ones are organizing a strike force themselves. It's almost time for the final assault...we need everybody following the same game plan. It'd be a suicide run if we tried to take the plant now without doing something about those turrets. I may not be from around here, but I know how to fight a war."