TimeLugia

“The court finds the defendant not guilty of the murder of Camila García.” Cain let out a sigh of relief as he stood. His lawyer gave him a friendly cuff on the back. “See? I told you, you had nothing to worry about.” “I can see why Mr. Rockfella recommended you.” Cain said. He straightened his tie as he stood. As they exited the courtroom he could see the García family in the stands looking on in disbelief. “I apologize for your loss. Hopefully you can find her actual killer.” One of the young black haired boys surged forward, his mother only catching him inches away from Cain. “¡Mataste a mi hermana! ¡Mataste a mi hermana!” Cain noticed the glint of steel in the boy’s hand. He backed off as the bailiffs swarmed in to contain the boy. “You may still want to keep a bodyguard with you for a while.” His lawyer said, checking over his shoulder at the García family. “They’re desperate to know what happened to her. I can sympathize with that. Even if their anger is misplaced.” The

Karma headed back up Route 6, a Mareep and a Lilipup in her bag. “Are we going to head back to Fred?” Rotom-dex asked hovering around her. “You are going to get rid of them before the next trial, right?” “Maybe and yes. And you don’t need to tell me. If you’ll remember I’ve been doing this longer than you.” Karma paused as the passed a wooden farmhouse positioned at the edge of a large fenced in field. In addition to Milktank the field housed many Eevees and even more Dittos. A Day Care. Karma realized. She looked around eagerly, but she couldn’t see anyone else with the mark. “There!” Rotom-dex said excitedly. He was pointing to one of the Day Care workers. A partially black pokeball charm hung from his belt. “Um, excuse me?” Karma said. She held up a pokeball. “Would you like to trade?” The worker put down the crate he had been carrying and stared at the ball in Karma’s hand. “Sorry, I’m not really a trainer.” “But-” Karma pointed to the charm. He looked to his belt. “Darn it! I

“Hey! Vulpix!” The blue haired youth spread his arms out, pinning the white furred Vulpix against a pond of brackish water. The Vulpix gazed up at him with pleading eyes. When it saw no sympathy there it gazed past him. “Don’t you think we should help, Karma?” Rotom-dex asked. “I was pretending not to notice.” Karma said under her breath. She turned back to inspecting the market stalls as a Team Skull girl with deep pink hair passed. “Come on.” Rotom-dex said nudging her arm. “That’s not the right attitude for a trainer to have.” “What do you want me to do? The Vulpix’s trainer should handle it. And if it doesn’t have a trainer they have every right to catch it.” Rotom-dex simply continued to bump into her. “I said hand it over!” “You’ll make Tapu Koko sad.” Rotom-dex said. “So?” Karma replied. But she glanced over at the Vulpix anyway. It was struggling in the blue grunt’s grip. The girl was trying to grab something from its mouth. Its cries were pitiful as it squirmed, keeping its