Chapter Three: Forsaken and Forgotten
I sighed, my patience was wearing thin. Across the room the Weavile continued to give me a death stare. His unwavering yellow eyes constantly scanned me. I met his gaze, he scoffed and turned away. I mutter a curse under my breath as I turn towards the windows, it feels good to be above ground once again however I know it shall only be short lived.
The Meowstic was fiddling with a broken pocket watch. The individual cogs were floating in the air around him. Each cog had a particular coloration and pattern to it, yet as the Meowstic continued messing with them, fell into place perfectly.
For just a moment, I caught his gaze. He closed his eyes as all the pieces began falling into place, interlocking, and reforming into the pocketwatch. "Only time will tell, wheter or not this whole mission is worth it." I sigh as the van came to a stop as we entered a loading dock.
The building in front of me was plain and unassuming, however we all knew that it was