Leela and her Machoke arrived on the second floor, going through the rooms, she found a girl cowering in a corner, clutching a pokeball. She went over and jerked it out of her hand and opened it, inside was a simple Rattata. Nothing special, but it was good enough to warrant a steal.
"Silly girl, tell your parents to pay up next time."
She continued along, opening doors, having Machoke smash them when they were either locked or if she felt like it. She kept sipping on her juice box, opened a door, and was greeted by a man swinging a metal walking stick. Machoke pushed her to the side, grabbed the stick, and bent it into a pretzel around the man. He watched with a look of complete horror as Leela stood, juice spilled over her uniform, and anger in her eyes. She went to the nearby window and broke it out, she didn't want the guy dead, just in pain.
She then grabbed one of the handles created by the bent pole and made the man run across the room and out the window. She watched as he fell onto the grass in front of his house. He crawled around some, so she knew he wasn't too seriously hurt.
"Do not mess with the Rockets, you'll only hurt yourself. Thank you, and support your local Rockets."
Inside the house were a few trinkets, nothing of any real value, but more than enough to make the house worth breaking into. Now was time to make sure they got the point of the raid. Her Machoke broke pretty much everything that either wasn't worth anything. She went back downstairs to where Damian had taken care of what she'd left behind.
"So, you find anything good? Anything needing heavy lifting?" She wrapped her arm around her slightly over-protective Machoke's arm, and grabbed another juice box and began sipping from it.
"Oh! I almost forgot," She took the pokeball with the Rattata out of her satchel and threw it to the man, who caught it.