"Team Plasma?" Sierra had seen that name before, but she couldn't place it. "Yes. Before our camera's went dead, we saw the symbol for Team Plasma on their robes. They're notorious criminals here."

"Robes?" Chase was confused. "Why would thieves wear robes? Aren't they supposed to wear ski masks and wetsuits or something?"

"Does he get out much?" Lenora muttered to Sierra. "Nope,"she muttered back. "Been studying Pokemon at home since he was little."

"Any way," Lenora stood up. "I've called the other leaders and Clay, the-"

"Driftveil gym leader." interrupted Chase

"Said he caught some thieves trying to steal a black st- special item from his gym. They were also from Plasma, but they wouldn't talk."

"So when can we battle you?" Sierra asked.

"I can't battle anyone until I find that meteorite."

"What if we found it for you?"

"Then I would owe both of you a reward."

"Reward means gym match to me!" Chase said, standing up suddenly. He grabbed Sierra by the arm and pulled her upstairs.

"We'll find it for you Lenora!" she shouted as they left the secret basement. "Don't worry!"

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"We should search the warehouses first," Chase said. He and Sierra were thinking up a plan. "Should we split up or stay together?" "Let's split up," Sierra said maybe a little too quickly. She was secretly hoping to run into Adam again. "Ok then. Let's go!" Chase ran off to cover the closest warehouses to the entrance, leaving Sierra to cover the ones closest to the forest.

After an hour of searching the warehouses, Chase had come up empty. He called Sierra on her Xtransceiver and found she hadn't found anything either. He was on his last warehouse and she was on her last. He went in the top door and immediately knew this was the warehouse. As he peered over the railing, he saw a group of robed men studying a hunk of iron and rock. "The meteorite!" he said to himself. Unfortunately, the grunts heard him. "Hey you!" one of them shouted. "Get down here!"

Chase leaped over the railing, dropped 10 feet, and landed on his feet. "Go Osha!" he threw out his loyal starter. "Go Purrloin!" The first grunt threw out a purple and tan cat. "Go Patrat!" said the second one. "Go Roggenrola!" The third grunt threw out a little rock type that looked like a stone apple with feet.

"Osha, Razor Shell! Throw it like a boomerang!"

Osha's scallchop grew the familiar blue blade and Osha spun and threw it with all his might. It smacked all of them but lost power each time. It hit Roggenrola last.

"Now, Roggenrola! Use Take Down!"

"Patrat, Fury Swipes!"

"Purrloin, Shadow Ball!"

Roggenrola smashed into Osha with all his might, taking a little damage itself. Patrat slashed Osha five times with its sharp claws. Purrloin blasted Osha with a ball of, well, shadows. Osha winced each move, and after them all, he could barely stand. Chase realized he couldn't do this alone. "Hang on Chase!" a familiar voice shouted. "We're here!"