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Freth walked towards the downed grunt and his Pokemon as her Walrien pulled itself as fast as it could, following its trainer. Freth examined her wig after putting out the couple of embers. "Tch...that's another one...bloody hell." Freth said, putting it back on her head, not really caring that its rather messed up. "You know, I try not to follow and harp on stereotypes, but I can honestly say you're not helping matters. Give one big push then all of a sudden you're tuckered out. Really. I guess I can't complain too much, though...I do have better things to take care of than deal with a b*****d who wants to commit arson right out of the blue. Speaking of, what was the deal with that?" Freth spoke up.

"...what?"

"Freth!" I finally made it on scene, hopping off of a nearby roof and landing near by. "Are you alright?"

"Huh? Oh...yea...fine. Look who we have here." Freth spoke up.

"...is that..."

"Yea." Freth said. "Funny enough, as weird as it is to say it...I think we may have a common problem. Though methods are...questionable."

"Wait...he's the one who caused that fire?"

"Yea." Freth then said looking back down towards the downed grunt. "Resix. I'm guessing its that Steel Snatcher guy that's been running around here lately, wasn't it? How long ago was that Houndoom taken?"

It took a second for that to register, only to give off a stifled laugh that lasted for about a second. For some reason, despite how much trouble that rogue has been giving us as of late, I actually kind of found that funny.

"Two days ago? So he didn't skip town." I said.

"...but he wasn't laying that low though if he went back at it soon after it." Freth then spoke up.

"Though...hmm..." That being said, I recalled what was being said back at the colosseum. It was low enough to where he wasn't keeping up with his fights in the Colosseum. For that matter, he's still limiting his attacks in Pyrite for some reason.

"Wait a second." Something occurred to Freth just now. "You said you heard that he was seen at that bar you torched. Who told you that?"

Freth thought for a second. She just about believed she knew where that was, and who was running the shop. But...if she recalled right, that guy was part of the Cipher resistance...why would he be giving out info to a stooge like this? Unless...he wasn't. "...beat it, Resix, before someone comes looking for you. And do yourself a favor. Don't make me regret letting you go. I was enjoying the peace before you came back. Otherwise a Walrien tidal wave would be the least of your concerns."

As Resix ran off, Freth took off her wig again, trying to straighten it out despite being a bit of a tattered mess then flopped it back on her head. "We're going to see him again." Freth said.

"More than likely, which begs the question, why let him go in the first place. Giving the proverbial dog the bone?" I asked.

"No. Not this time." Freth said. "I think I know what place he's talking about. The junk dealer was supposed to be part of that Cipher resistance before the rangers stormed in." She said.

".......he lied to Resix." I said.

"That's my thinking. Which of course leaves me to think he's in touch with this guy." Freth said. "What did you find out?"

"Nothing special other than the guy apparently is the alleged champion of sorts in that Colosseum." I said to her. "He fights almost every other day but he hasn't been seen for at least the past week."

"With that trouble in Pyrite, probably."

"That's my guess. Want to shake down that junk dealer?" I then asked.

"We don't need to bring too much attention to ourselves yet...provided Resix's stunt haven't already done that." Freth said

"True. Bah, I don't know. Hang on..." I said, taking out my SNAG. As I went to signal off for Sub, Freth turned around, giving her Walrien a couple of words of praise before recalling him back to his ball.

Freth had a miffed look on her face, overhearing the SNAG. I rolled my eyes then spoke up. "No one, Sub. Though she did wash out a Cipher Peon down here. At least, at this point, a wannabe one. Resix was around." I said. "That said, he too, funny enough, got a Pokemon taken from him as well by that Steel Snatcher guy as he's apparently called around here. Or Under King as he's referred to in the Colosseum. He's got...more than one reputation that no one is connecting yet. That said, Freth and I both got the feeling he's still around. Resix got his Houndoom snagged from him just a couple of days ago, after Tristen's debacle. That said, we also got the feeling its a hit and run ordeal because he's not tending to his King duties at all."

Freth walked up closer to me and spoke into my SNAG. "Resix said something about a junk dealer on the outskirts of Pyrite that told him where he was, and all that accomplished was setting fire to a bar down here. It's got me thinking that he lied to him and he's actually hiding the Steel Snatcher somewhere in the area somehow. Blizzard thinks we may need to shake him down to find out." she said.

That was a thought that I hadn't considered in all honesty, prompting me to look around for a few seconds to see or sense anything out of the ordinary. "...alright, we'll be there shortly." I said, ending the transmission.

"Is it just me or is this getting more convoluted?" Freth asked.

"It's not just you." I said to her, thinking for a second soon afterwards. "Well, whatever, let's go." With that, we made the run out of the Under.