#Agents: He's a deadshot and an S class Himbo sir

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@magonumberfive​

Being told, point blank, that they had zero information about this mysterious one-eyed man toting around a firearm they’d never even seen before... displeased him. 

Greatly.

While his quartermasters examined what looked to be a powerful, if basic example of a firearm- His agents came back with increasingly bizarre reports. A region yet unheard of, descriptions of common place items that remained rather alien to their sensibilities- He didn’t like it, he had a dependable intuition when it came to unwelcome ‘visitors’ popping up in Unova like they owned the place.

Of course, it could be the man was delirious and completely fantasizing everything that he spoke of, but the gun he’d been caught with on his person proved otherwise. If previously uncharted regions of space could interact with their reality, then the notion wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility. Still, even if they weren’t dealing with destructive entities such as Ultra Beasts or even more God-like Pokémon, they needed to keep the existence of their guest under wraps for the time being.

 After having some food brought to the man’s cell, Shirogane himself decided to speak with their prisoner. He made his way below ground level, cursing the fact that he still had to carefully descend a flight of stone stairs with one uncooperative leg, but he managed it. 

The on-duty guards were shooed away, as though the act might put the foreigner more at ease. It was just them, though Shirogane remained safe behind several inches of thick, impact-proof glass.

“I apologize for the bureaucratic rigamarole, but if you remain cooperative, then we can actually begin to help you get back to where you came from. That is what you want, correct?”