Cold autumn winds blew through Clover City, bringing a small pokemon with it. The pokemon floated past the closed shops and empty restaurants and people who did not notice the small pokemon on the wind. It made a small squeak as it struggled with the weight of its cargo. A small white sack squirmed below it.
It finally landed at its planned destination. A small red house at the end of the street. It threw itself back up into the air an flew on the fall wind. It slowly melted into the blue sky. At 8:00 am a young man with a black suit opened the door as planned. He picked up the package looked up and down the street then went inside.
Across the street a man smirked. "Just as planned."
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