<div style="text-align:justify">Little did the Nightfires know, there was one more person on the immediate area and looking in on the situation and had been trailing the fearsome gangsters; a timid Zubat known as 'Fang', who had been lounging around in the upper branches of the trees in the area up until that point. Seeing them and the upcoming trainer he bolted back to the 'hideout', an old mushroom growing shack that Dendra had borrowed from her family and cleaned out. "Boss, Boss, Boss!" he called out screechy voiced as he ran in through the door. Inside the rest of the Half-Pints were loafing around and minding their own business.  'Horn' the Weedle was slouching on a couch reading some comics, opposite him 'Barb' the Nidoran was with a fashion magazine on her lap, holding a mirror on one hand and applying makeup with the other. Laying on the floor was 'Slick' the Grimer, watching a portable tv as she snacked on some junk food. Lastly was, working on a scheme on a corkboard was Dendra, who made everybody call her 'Boss'.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"What in the hell is the ruckus Fang!?"</span> she barks back as she turns to face her underling. ​</div><div style="text-align:justify">"Night... night fires... on the road" Said Fang, as he panted. That caught the room's attention. ​</div><div style="text-align:justify">"What? isn't this like, our turf?" comments Slick. ​</div><div style="text-align:justify">"Yeah last time we said that they laughed in our faces" said Horn dryly, paging through his comic.<br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"Is not ours if we don't act as we own it... How many?"</span> Declared Dendra.​</div><div style="text-align:justify">"Four, one of 'em is Kiara..." said Fang<br/>
"Well fuck that they can take the forest," said Barb.<br/>
"...and a trainer, guardian included. Plus they have a gal with a busted arm" he finished. Dendra's eyes light up thinking of possibilities, chiefly money.​</div><div style="text-align:justify"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"Jack-stonking-pot!"</span> She declared <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"We're moving out everyone!"</span> she commands heading out the door. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"Walk with me"</span><br/>
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<a class="link link--external" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8VyaShl6urc" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Start leitmotif; Sneakman from Jet Set Radio</a><br/>
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As the others follow with different degrees of enthusiasm and Fang leads out towards the ambush site. "and what would be the plan, o' fearless leader" asked Horn with slight mockery.​</div><div style="text-align:justify"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"shove it Horn... buuuut, if you must know, is the standard plan, get in, stir shit, get some good hits in aaand guilt trip the hell of the poor trainer into rewarding us."</span> She said with gusto, foreseeing the hefty payout.<br/>
"Riiight, if we win, of course"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)"><br/>
"What do you mean, we always win"</span><br/>
"No we do-"<br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"Shush, showtime,"</span> She said and as the Pints reach the site through the main road <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"HEY NIGHTFIRES!"</span> She called out [Taunt]ingly<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)"> "I knew all of you all were dumb as hell but I held out hope that you learned maps! So scram! This turf is under the protection of the Poison Half-Pints"</span> As she grandstanded the other Pints moved to surround the Nightfires.​</div>