It was currently an important fact that Driftveil City was collapsing.
After the banning of involvement with Pokémon, the medicine for them, rather understandably, had its industry failing. Hence a lot of the market in Driftveil could not make anything as shipments were being revised. During the time it took to do this, supplies were being sold out, and a lot of products were Pokémon-based and had to be discontinued. Because of a lack of jobs, people were moving away, and the city was shrinking fast.
Silver and Keldeo were sat in a sad little spot of long grass near the shut-down old Cold Storage facilities where Pokémon once jumped out of. Silver wished he could have done something. Something to save the poor dump that Driftveil was now. But Team Plasma were in complete control now. No matter the consequences, if Ghetsis commanded that it be done, it was done.
This was exactly what he and the rest of the Last Alliance planned to change.
The two got up, walked into the Cold Storage, and turned on the lights. The melted ice had practically drowned the floor. "Hmm. Helia, we need a clean-up!" He tossed a Poké Ball into the air, which opened and revealed a Volcarona. Helia used Psychic, opening up the windows, before six jets of fire burst from her wings, evaporating the flood. In a few moments, the water was steam and out the window. "Not bad at all." Silver selected his top five contacts on his Xtransceiver.
"Guys, it's me. I found a spot. Remember the Cold Storage?"