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Interlude – Roark

    Interlude – Roark


    <strong>INTERLUDE - ROARK</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fair enough,” Roark said after a pause. “I’ll look into it. Now leave, I have work to do.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Roark van Aarde watched as the two young trainers left his office. As soon as they were gone, he rxed into his chair and sighed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Paul, you and the others can leave early,” Roark told the gym trainer who led them to his office. “I’ll close up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Paul smiled. “Thank you sir. Have a good night.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Roark stretched with a groan. What he had just heard was almost unbelievable, but he didn’t get the sense that the kids were lying. On the off-chance that they were right, it was better to verify their story.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“More work for me,” Roark sighed. He opened up a familiar app on hisputer and scrolled through his contacts. He paused before pressing the call button. “<em><span style="font-weight:400">Ahh, </em><span style="font-weight:400">just do it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He called his boss. Roark heard hisputer ring for a few seconds until he heard a smooth voice on the other end of the call.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good evening, Roark. To what do I owe the pleasure?” The Champion of the Sinnoh region asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Cynthia. I just wanted to check up on you and let you know about something that might be important,” The gym leader dered as he immediately straightened up as if she was in the room with him. “I hope I’m not taking too much of your time?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you were, I wouldn’t have answered. How’s work treating you?” Cynthia asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t even talk to me about work,” Roark groaned. “This is the worst year so far… I’m having to battle for longer and longer hours, but I’ll manage. At least the gym trainers do most of the paperwork now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good,” She simply said. “I got word from the Directorate that trainers areining about you. Apparently, you’ve been going extra hard this year.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Pff, the Directorate. What do they know? More and more trainers are joining the Circuit each year because they won a few battles at trainer school with their first Rattatta. That doesn''t mean I’m obligated to let them win out of pity.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m just letting you know, Roark. I’ve already told them that the average skill level is going down, I just want you to be informed about what they think of you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Roark groaned again. Sinnoh was governed by a top-down structure system. But each of these ‘ranks’ had trainers <em><span style="font-weight:400">and </em><span style="font-weight:400">non-trainers in charge, as a sort of bnce of power system. Gym leaders and mayors cared for their respective cities— although cities without gym leaders only had mayors. The Elite Four and the Directorate oversaw the entire region, and finally, the Champion and the leader of the Directorate— the Prime Minister— were the supreme authority of the region. Most of the time, Roark was mostly fine with this system. After all, trainer supremacy led to the rise of Team Rocket in Kanto. It was always good to have some checks and bnces on power.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Now was <em><span style="font-weight:400">not</em><span style="font-weight:400"> most of the time, though. The Directorate clearly didn’t know what they were talking about, and it showed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you for the information, though. Do let them know I won’t be changing the way I battle,”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course. And the family? Have you still not made up with your father?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Roark winced. “I have nothing to say to Byron,” He blurted out. “And I have a lot of work with the gym. What about you?” He tried changing the subject.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, I haven’t been to Celestic in a long while now,” Cynthia said. “I’ll have to get back soon, thank you for reminding me. Time goes by so fast that sometimes months have passed before I realize it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">They kept talking about their lives for a while. Roark knew that it was a strange rtionship to have with his boss, but Cynthia was more of a friend to every gym leader than a boss. They still had to show her respect, and everybody admired her greatly, but when she spoke to him, Roark could tell she <em><span style="font-weight:400">cared</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Cynthia would let him talk to her about his problems, and monthster, she would ask if he had fixed them. He knew how busy she was all the time— and that she had rtionships like this with hundreds of people. The scale of it boggled the mind sometimes, and yet when Roark still had the audacity toin to her, she listened and empathized with him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I almost forgot, I wanted to ask you about something. Two trainers came into my office just before I called and told me about a potential criminal organization. Have you heard anything about that? We might need to look into it.” Roark asked. He described some of the event that Grace and Denzel had told him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cynthia stayed silent.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Cynthia?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So you found out, hm,” She sighed. “I didn’t want to worry you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Roark frowned. “Worry me? It’s my <em><span style="font-weight:400">job</em><span style="font-weight:400"> to know! So they were right then? They talked about a uniform with a single ‘G’ on it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Correct. We’ve been tracking such individuals for a few months now. They’ve been popping up all over the region.”


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">“They threatened to kill two kids,” </em><span style="font-weight:400">Roark hissed, raising his voice. “Were there any in Oreburgh? Have they <em><span style="font-weight:400">killed</em><span style="font-weight:400"> anyone yet?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not yet. We haven’t managed to catch them for anything illegal yet. Threatening murder is new for them, so I might be able to finally get something done now.”


    The gym leader sighed. "There was something about a police report in Sandgem, can you check with them? Apparently they didn''t believe the kids, I''d like to see whoever took their reports punished," He said.


    "I''ll have my contacts there check it out."


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You still haven’t told me why I wasn’t informed about this, Cynthia.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Knowledge about Team Gctic is on a need-to-know basis,” She simply said. “And you, unfortunately, did not need to know. If they ever feel cornered, there''s no telling what they''re capable of. I’m sorry if I’m sounding harsh here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who knows? You owe me that now, <em><span style="font-weight:400">at least</em><span style="font-weight:400">.” He asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The Elite Four, the Directorate, Wake, Fantina, and Byron all know. The younger gym leaders were kept in the dark.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So my dad knows, but I don’t?!” Roark said, mming his desk. “That is <em><span style="font-weight:400">bullshit,</em><span style="font-weight:400"> and you know it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Look at this objectively, Roark,” Cynthia calmly said. “Younger gym leaders are more vulnerable. Maylene is <em><span style="font-weight:400">fourteen</em><span style="font-weight:400">, and the only reason she’s a gym leader is because of her incredible talent. Candice is eighteen, and so is Gardenia. Volkner is twenty-two… you’re the eldest in a new generation. We had an entire line of leaders retire almost all at once.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The kids make sense,” Roark acknowledged. “But I’m <em><span style="font-weight:400">twenty-four</em><span style="font-weight:400">. If you don’t trust me with this, I don’t even know why I bothered to be a gym leader in the first ce.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I did what I thought was best. Let’s move past this. Is there any more information those two trainers told you? And tell me their names and their ID, please,” Cynthia said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Roark acquiesced, telling her the rest of Grace and Denzel had told him, including the location of this supposed newke.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The location’s a little fuzzy because they didn’t really have precise coordinates,”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright,” She said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That should be everything. What do we do now? What’s the n?” Roark asked. He wanted to take the fight to this organization and take them down before they became a threat.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I wish I could tell you I’d fly somewhere and take them down, but they’re still quite an elusive group. We’ve seen them across the region, but there’s no information on a potential base of operation or anything. I’ll have to ask Vernon to address the Directorate to create some kind ofmittee to allocate more resources to the investigation.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’ll take <em><span style="font-weight:400">time</em><span style="font-weight:400">. People could die.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I wish I could tell you something else, but my hands are tied, Roark. There are procedures that need to be followed.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The gym leader clicked his tongue. “Fine, the Directorate is being a pain in the ass again. But promise me that if something happens, you’ll be there to stop it,” Roark asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I will. The moment I hear anything about a problem, I’ll fly on Garchomp and deal with it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Roark nodded. “Just keep me informed, at least. And let me tell the others. Even Maylene deserves to know. We trust her with running a gym, so we should trust her with this information.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The Meowth’s out of the bag anyway, so go ahead. And Roark,” She said, before pausing. “Get some sleep. You sound tired.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The phone call ended, and Roark copsed against his chair. This was bigger than he had ever imagined, and he was just <em><span style="font-weight:400">starting </em><span style="font-weight:400">to know about it.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">Was Cynthia taking the best course of action? </em><span style="font-weight:400">He thought as he looked at the ceiling. She was Sinnoh’s best champion in a <em><span style="font-weight:400">long </em><span style="font-weight:400">time, and it wasn’t even close. Her skill as a Pokemon trainer was so far ahead of everyone else that it wasn’t even funny, and she had been promoted to Champion more than twenty years ago now as Sinnoh’s youngest Champion. But was time clouding her judgment? She was almost forty, and Roark worried that age had made her growcent in the system she implemented. The Directorate, the Mayors, they were all her ideas. Cynthia was beloved throughout Sinnoh because she had been responsible enough to split up her power with others, and under her, the region had undergone immense growth, but sometimes trainers just had better judgment about these things!


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And yet…” He muttered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Roark knew troubling times were ahead. He nced at the picture on his desk and smiled. Maylene, Candice, Volkner, Gardenia, and he stood in the frame with their arms around each other. They were his best friends. His brothers and sisters. His family.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tomorrow he would worry about telling them about this new ‘Team Gctic’. For now, though? Roark closed the gym, headed back to his apartment, and crashed into his bed.
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