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>Further out, as you suspected, were observers.
>One man with a little extra weight seemed to be making rounds around the junkyard.
>A policewoman further out was sitting in a chair and looking down at something in her hands.
>A phone or book, you guessed.
>Probably a spotter with binoculars.
>Judging by her aura, she was on one of the easiest shifts of her life.
>She was bored.
>Aggron must have been content to limit her territory to the scrap piles.
>She better keep it that way.
>Both officers would be child’s play to avoid.
>What caught your eye more was the inside the fence.
>Three auras were expected.
>Two small, vibrant lights played happily. A love shared only between siblings.
>One was content to watch. A special bond only seen between mother and offspring.
>And below that, you tasted irritation at her sore body.
>Especially at her shoulder.
>That arm was out of commission for a while.
>But you detected a fourth aura opposite the side Aggron and Aron called home.
>And it wasn’t human.
>Worry… Humiliation… Fear…
>Something was really bothering whatever it was.
>Well, you were planning to get a look at the three pokémon anyway.
>Waiting until the patrolling officer was out of sight, you dashed in.
>The smell of rust and stale water was everywhere.
>First, you checked on the steel Pokémon.
>Peering over a stack of crushed jalopies told you everything your aura had.
>Mama had made herself a respectable nest out of the many car remains.
>The aron were small, but a rhythmic clang-CLANG directed you right to them.
>They seemed to have made a game of headbutting objects to find what made the coolest noise.
>An empty oil drum got their attention and they bonked it for two straight minutes.
>Aggron had the patience of a saint.
>They seemed content enough with the rusted metal. Hopefully it didn’t affect their diet.
>Would an older car taste better?
>Perhaps the rust added some flavorful undertones.