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>You walked towards the police cordon.
>The police had kept it far enough away that people barely witnessed your fight.
>All eyes locked on you.
>Some were amazed, and pushed forward.
>Some were frightened, and backed away.
>Some stood there, aghast.
>One man, with newfound bravery, screamed you were a menace who owed him a phone.
>A few recognized what you were and shouted it out.
>”Lucario.”
>Thankfully, nobody approached and gave you space.
>The swell of emotion was almost overwhelming.
>You hadn’t experienced this much before, and fought to ignore all of it.
>You had to tell the authorities where they’d be living now.
>To clear a road and let them out.
>And to let the junkyard’s owner know.
>He’d have to respect the new tenants.
>Walking past the police line, people kept their distance, forming a wide berth around you.
>Police had their hands on their holsters, but refrained from drawing.
>You walked to a paramedic standing behind the armed officers.
“Hey.” You began, trying to sound as non-threatening as possible.
>You rubbed your sore wrist.
“Do you have some bags of ice?”

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