Pyro landed a minute later, nodded to Xatu, and went inside, Thunder and Flare following.

The creature from before eyed Xatu, and sneakily hopped over the wall, not making a sound. Becomeing a Grubbin, it used Dig and dissapeared.

Pyro continued walking, and saw Nettle. Walking over, he said, *Hey, Nettle. You make it back ok?*

Nettle dipped his head in greeting. "Yes, Pyro. I am OK,"

Pyro nodded. *same. Although I had the feeling I was being watched the whole flight...*

Thunder nodded. *yeah, and we couldnt find it. Strange.*

Nettle preened thoughtfully. "Interesting. I thought I saw a shadow moving oddly. Perhaps a Ghost type, maybe Darkness?" He suggested.

Pyro nodded. *wanna look?*

The creature listened, and became a Chargbug and used Dig, disappearing.

Thunder heard the move, and turned, but saw nothing but the hole. *hey, guys? Was that hole always there?*

Nettle eyed it. "I cannot recall..."

Pyro stuck his snout down it, then brought it up and said, *looks like a small Pokmon, like a Diglett or a Bug type used Dig. But I dont think we have either here. So whats this from?*

*me.* the creature, as a Chargbug, surfaced, and said, *i did that.*

Something clicked in Nettle. He spread both wings and swooped over to the Charjabug, pinning him beneath his talons. "Only pokemon who have something to hide don't take the main entrance. State your bussiness,"

It suddenly shifted into a (pretty large) Zourak, and shoved Nettle off with a strong arm. It hopped up, brushed its fur, and said, *greetings, Pyro, Thunder, and Nettle. I am Fang, expert stalker and thief. Except I give whatever I steal back after a few days. I snuck in becuase I thought I recognized Pyro and Thunder.*

Pyro opened his mouth to deny ever seeing Fang, but something clicked in his mind, and he froze. He stared at Fang with new loathing and anger, and said in a low voice, *You.* Fang nodded, smirking. *Me.*

Nettle narrowed his eyes. "Wave's Guild does not take kindly to thieves. Now state your bussiness, or leave quietly, before I take matters into my own hands,"