Quista - 0 Trasformations
Olivine Outskirts - Forest
With his camo-print baseball hat and the hood of his jacket shielding his eyes from the rain, Jordan tied the straps of his dufflebag to the leg of the Metagross in front of him. He didn't know if long-distance levitation would tire the large Pokemon, or if the bag would weigh him down, but he was confident that Abrams could carry out the task. Earnhardt and Tybalt were in two of the five ultra balls on his belt, Seraph, Zeus and Abrams all standing around him. "Alright guys, you all know the plan I got for you." He smiled a bit at his own joke as he walked off, "Lets do it, everyone. Operation: Olivine is go."
Jordan grew restless in the tent when he had waited earlier for darkness set in. Eventually convincing himself that the rain, as well as whatever darkness was already present, would be enough cover as he moved into Olivine itself. Abrams and Zeus would go around the mountains west of the beach, so they would be able to remain undetected. They should also be able to reach the city in the same time he would be able to walk there. With Seraph at his side, and both Tybalt and Earnhardt more than ready for a challenge, he felt that he could be able to handle any trouble he ran into.
As soon as Olivine came into sight, he took his hoot down and his hat off, repositioning it before walking briskly towards the beach, the area of the city that was the most hospitable to him. He tried to look as casual as anyone else in the city, arguing that at least half of the residents should've gotten the least bit used to the rain by now. He reminded himself again of how much he enjoyed the rain, causing his hair to cling to his face as a result of the extra weight from the water that soaked it, rather than curling out from under the sides of the hat. If his hair was dry at this length, there was no doubt that it would do just that if not for the constant rain.