"Nidorina!" The blue pokemon jumped out of the debris and trotted back to her side. Ellie had noticed something far more valuable to destroy. Fields of vegetables stood off to the right. Years worth of profit. She pointed to the field, a grin on her face. "Nidorina, Sludge Bomb!" It ran into the tall rows of corn, taking no more than 10 minutes to reduce the months of labor to a sizzling, shriveled mess. She knew the attack wasn't powerful enough to completely poison the land and make it barren for the next few years, but this season's earnings were enough.
A glint of something caught her eye at the house. What? Fire? Idiots...! She lit a cigarette, jogging to the place. Who the hell thought it would be a good idea to set shit on fire? It was rule one, or close enough, that you didn't burn shit unless you had specific orders to. Fire was very visible, and they didn't need rangers or trainers or police running over to help. That was the whole point of running off the Ponyta before they started Ember-ing and FLamethrower-ing everything in sight. The lieutenant (it was obvious he wasn't commander now) and the kid got out fine, it looked like, but she was surprised how easy the grunt got off. If he was the one who set the fire, he deserved more than a bruised face and a sore stomach. She would have voted sending him back to Celadon.
As she took a deep drag she thought about what they would have done. The rumors couldn't do them justice, she was sure. If only she could get good enough to be one of the basement Rocket's... life would be wonderful. She snickered to herself, taking a quick head count of who was there.