Lumiose
-The man, tall and gaunt, looked down from the tenth story window.-
Orllof: That blasted Bureau is once again interfering.
-He turns away from the window to the Specialist.-
Orllof: You are to find a way into their computers and will erase any information those charlatans have on our organization.
-The silver-suited young man salutes.-
Orllof: Do not disappoint me, Darien.
-The sixteen year old smiles, his visor glowing a silvery-green.-
Darien: They won't know I was ever there, sir!
-The older man nods.-
Orllof: Good. Go in your civilians, just in case.
Route 12
-Deziree goes bolting, still gripping to the Skiddo's back.-
Deziree: AAAAAAH DAMMIT MAO DON'T FREAK HIM OUT!
-The Inkay comes floating up afterwards, at his (very low) top speed.-
Mao: <Come back! I just want to try implanting him with some synthetic muscles!>
Skiddo: D=>
-Dune watches on, becoming increasingly concerned.-
Dune: Uh...

Right, right...
~Yawn~
O-oh, sorry... I probably should of had some sleep or something...
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.