Pyrite Town |Late Afternoon 
A red-headed man was riding on the back of a large Arcanine as they approached the decrepit town of Pyrite. The human had his eyes closed and had a death grip on his ride, and the Arcanine had a noticeable scowl. Lestrade grumbled between breaths as he ran, "You better have a really good reason for making me run this far in a desert. I don't care what Midori says, I am never getting all of the sand out of my fur."
"Holmes doesn't know this town like the back of his hand, for one thing," Colm explained. He ruffled the large dog's fur, "And I can think of two groups of people we could pop in on. Neither of them good for us. Survivors that would get scared, and Undead that would want to eat us."
Lestrade growled, but he knew that Colm was right. "It still sucks." The sand sat all wrong in his fur, and in some places, it was starting to rub him the wrong way.
The man sympathized, "Trust me, I know." The sand had started getting into his shoes, and the wind blown sand kept blinding him. He really regretted not having goggles with him for this trip, but then again, stopping by Pyrite had been a last minute desicion before checking in at HQ. Midori had wanted to check Wes's home for anything they could bring back to him, and Colm had reasoned that Cipher had been fairly prominent in the area at one point. It couldn't hurt to look around; even if most trails would be over four years old. Genuine concern filled his voice, "How are your paws?"
The Arcanine's frown softened a little even though his companion couldn't see it, "It will take more than hot sand to actually hurt a fire type. Don't worry, the sand is just annoying." As much as he hated running in the desert, he wasn't actually angry at Colm for it. When he started getting closer to the edge of the town, the desert sand shifted to asphalt and hard dirt, and he muttered to his human as he slowed down, "We're here. There's definitely been people and pokemon living here though. Their scent is everywhere."
At that, Colm opened his violet eyes and squinted in the unforgiving brightness of the desert sun, and he allowed his eyes to adjust. He slid off his Arcanine's back and held his arm on the dog's back as he regained the use of his legs. Lestrade kept a sharp eye out for the apparent locals, but nothing was moving towards them. He waited a few moments for Colm to reorient himself with his legs and gravity, and when the man removed his arm to stand unaided, Lestrade gave him three seconds to get out of harm's way. Colm quickly jumped back, and the Arcanine shook his fur out vigorously. Sand started flying everywhere, and despite gaining some distance, Colm could still feel flecks of sand hitting him. He teased with a smile, "Feel better now?"
Lestrade flatly stated, "Yes."
"Good. Why don't you take a break for now?"
"Are you sure? I'm fine."
"Yeah. If there are survivors here, you might scare them, and I'd rather not look dangerous immediately."
"You and I both know that sometimes that's better."
"Watson can handle himself very well, and he isn't nearly as intimidating."
"You're avoiding the point. But if you're sure..."
"I am. If something goes south, you'll be among the first to know." After that reassurance, Colm recalled Lestrade, and he pulled out two more Pokeballs. He released Wiggins, his stealthy Purrloin, and Watson, his Raichu. They both looked up at him, and he ordered, "We have company here, so stay alert."
The cat confirmed, "This place practically reeks. Whoever's here has been for a while."
"They might not like newcomers. Though... it seems like there are fresher scents. Shall we see what we're dealing with?"
"Probably for the best. If they're not friendly, we won't approach, and Midori will have to show us where Wes's place is secretly. Oh and... be careful, this place wasn't in the best condition before the Epidemic."
Without even an order, the trio slunk into the admittedly few shadows, with Wiggins in the lead, and Watson and Colm following the cat's movements. The Purrloin picked up the scent of the newcomers fairly quickly, and followed their trail. Soon, the pokemon were able to hear voices, and Colm noticed their twitching ears. He took that as a sign to approach more slowly, and he ducked down to hide behind a piece of rubble when he could finally make out words. Watson halted next to him, and his ears were erect as he listened for potential hostility. Wiggins stayed near them, but he was sitting where he could actually see the other humans. Colm kept his eyes on the cat, looking for what the cat thought of the group of humans. He hadn't expected such a large group of them sitting in this town of all places, but he knew beggers couldn't be choosers. He didn't get a very good look at the group, so he reserved any more judgement until then.