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Mr. Costner's Shop (Mezzanine Stairs - Questionable Victory) https://youtu.be/ojD4qbdQZZs

You are GARCIAN SMITH and your head is killing you all over again.

Your eyes open slowly to find yourself seated at someone else's dining room table and someone shaking your arm. You rub your head and mumble and groan to yourself from the lingering pain.

This isn't the morning's earlier hangover, this is a concussion you got from some jerk bashing in your head with a baseball bat. Judging from how badly he hit you and the dull ringing in your ears, the bastard somehow hit you with a full swing of Dark type energy. Man, there are too many fucking Dark types on SUNROSE.

"Garcian, Garcian. Okay, he's awake." Dan stops shaking you. There's drying blood on his face and glasses, but you can tell from the size and Dan's alertness that it's only a surface wound. "How do you feel, man?"

You stare at Dan and mentally project to him the first words that come to your mind:
<Пoмню, жив, нe yмиpaю.>

Dan stares at you blankly. You stare at him blankly.

<So, did we get him?> you say much more simply.
"Hell yeah, brother." Dan points his thumb over his shoulder and you see the gas mask guy who hit you slumped over in the corner. Next to him is Mr. Roster, the giant... Uh... Hm. The giant biped Pokémon has long claws and a long snout, and is covered in a weird robe of sorts. His pale head and lens-like eyes reminds you of his owner — you can't read his mind or sense any emotions, which marks him as a Dark-typed fellow just like his owner and his own telekill-lined gas mask.

Okay, so you don't know what species this guy is. Fine. Anyway, Mr. Roster is standing next to the baseball guy with his hands politely clasped together. You take another look at the jerk on the floor and wow, he looks really fucked up! The sight of him collapsed on the ground instantly cheers you up and makes you feel less like a guy who got knocked out.

<Crazy party huh?> You try cracking a joke, but Dan is already talking to Mr. Foster seriously.
"Well, you got what you paid for. I don't think this guy's going to ever cross you again." Dan holds out his hand. "Pay me."
"No bloody way, pal."
Dan's expression doesn't change but he keeps his hand out. In fact, his entire body freezes up and you tense, because that means he's about to start fucking fuming. You know Dan better than anyone else so you hurriedly gesture to Mr. Foster, knowing that your limited telepathy won't work on through the Dark type equipment.

"I appreciate your contribution," Mr. Foster hisses out, which would be more intimidating if his voice wasn't so high pitched. "But I'm not paying you wankers to make waves here. You two aren't seeing a single dollar until we get through our full list of targets. We've got two more people on the list, now fall in and follow my lead."