I woke up off of the cold floor. A jail cell, “Damn, what happened?” I thought to myself. He remembered back. I reached for my belt and no pokeballs were there.
I was in deep blue van. It had tons of room and we didn’t bother putting are seat belts on. We were robbers. Why should we care? I looked through the tinted windows as we came to a stop. A granbull stood there, actually two. On each side of the bank door, With policemen, which I’m guessing was their trainers.
“Tom get your quilava to use smokescreen on my mark,” I said sounding confident. He pulled out his pokeball and let quilava out. Half of its body was covered by blue, and half a light yellow. Fire sprouted out from its head and lower back. It was in its usual position on four legs. It had red eyes that gave a fiery look. We stepped out from the van, and most people were strolling with their pokemon.
“Now!” I yelled to Tom.
“Quilava! Smokescreen!” He commanded. Quilava shot out a black ball that hit the bank doors, and filled the area with a thick, black smoke. We pulled on our masks and ran in. I sent out my grovyle.
“Grovyle, keep em’ hostage,” I told him. The people sat down. Scared.
“If any of em’ makes a break for it, get em’ with a leaf blade.” I said trying to talk to the hostages as well. A man already ran. Grovyle ran to him and the leafs on his hand started glowing white. He sliced upward hitting the man with an immense force. He flew backward and was knocked out cold blood leaked from his head. Grovyle just used leaf blade. I sent out machamp.
“Machamp! Break the vault!” I yelled. With his four arms he grabbed each edge and pulled it off. Stacks of money were everywhere. This was just the beginning.
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