Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-7637833-20150505190959/@comment-7637833-20150506201207

The Zoroark watched the museum as well, eyes glued on the container that a few guys were bringing into the building. Like the mockingbird, she had the same objective - retrieve a storage device containing valuable data and records about crime bosses, mafias, and the like... at least, that's what she was told. The group she was doing this for - a shadowy group of five who kept their identities hidden, sending only a messenger to talk to her. She had been informed that, should she get this info and give it to them, she'd be reward handsomely with a lot of rings.

Money money money, that's what I like~ she thought with a smirk. She couldn't say no to a healthy addition to her (illegal) bank account like that. It'd certainly allow her to do all sorts of things while also remaining out of sight from law enforcement. ''...though... I won't be able to have fun with that handsome Greninja. Then again, I could work something out.''

Having reached a decision, the Dark-type cast an illusion around herself to make her look like a shadow before leaping down onto the streets. Without missing a beat, she entered a sprint, making sure to remain hidden while also approaching the museum quickly.