Aftermath

[Stino Enedra]

Standing in front of a large mirror, Stino swiftly buttoned on a clean shirt with his eyes locked on the reflection before him. His gaze, however, was not at his hands guiding the buttons, but on the gash above his eye. Several black stitches held the wounded closed and shown vividly under the fluorescent lights. Dark bruises of varying shades encompassed the entire area and ached tremendously with his every expression. He shrugged on his freshly pressed coat and nimbly began to button it, and though he was distracted, each one of the small plastic buttons found it’s way into the proper holes.

[Stino Enedra]

Turning from the mirror, Stino strolled to the rear of the room, mentally thumbing though the events of the previous eight hours. “That girl,” he mumbled, as he continued to detail the affair, “she’s defiantly a reason for distraction.”

His poke-gear then sounded, no doubt with a reply from one of the higher ups. Pulling free the device, Stino found that he did in fact receive a message from the one of the Boss’s puppets; it was an approval of his request to grant the mauve-haired girl several pokemon.

Fin.