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>Not caring was refreshing.
>Pokémon existing was public knowledge now.
>No longer did you have to take convoluted, extra-long routes to stay hidden.
>Like now.
>”No way, bro!”
>No longer did you play “the floor is lava”, sticking to rooftops.
>You ran past so fast their clothes flapped in the gust.
>A trio of teenagers hooted at you, the biggest had a pair of lungs to rival a stereo.
>“Do a flip!”
>Your pride didn’t let you.
>You weren’t some circus animal for entertainment.
>In four bounds, the avenue was crossed and you were out of sight.
>Although, now that the idea was in your head…
>Spotting a trampoline in the backyard ahead, you front flipped onto it.
>You hadn’t been on one of these in a while.
>The extra oomph from the bounce threw you high enough to land on a two-story house.
>And you thought you jumped high as a kid…
>And that settled it, your leg was back to full strength.
>A day and a half of recovery. Just incredible.
>Were you human that sprain would’ve needed three to six weeks, by your estimate.
>Would it be the same for Aggron?
>You’d find out soon enough.
>Past the highway, down the county road, right at the sign…
>A sign with a squad car behind it.
>Probably some officers keeping watch for speeding.
>And to keep prying eyes away.
>A wooden police barricade blocked the dusty path.
>It didn’t deter a strangely high number of cars from slowing down and checking out the junkyard, hoping to see the new residents.
>In the interest of public safety, the local newspaper published where the three metal monstrosities now called home.
>If they hadn’t, word-of-mouth would’ve spread fast anyway.
>You moved down the road, keeping low.
>You didn’t see any other authorities on your approach.
>Trespassing didn’t bother you, but any patrolling officers might disagree.
>Surely, they’d have a few more keeping watch.
>Exhaling, your aura sensors rose.
>You knelt down, closed your eyes, and dove into the ether.