Elm sat in the large velvet chair in the corner of his lab, the one with the books staked 7 feet high around it and the strong odor of coffee. He yawned and took a sip of his coffee, all while scratching, what was left of, his short brown and grey hair. He didn't want to get up this early in the morning, hell he almost never got up this early, but he had to make a special acception because a new batch of trainers applied for pokedexs and he couldn't help but say yes... partially due to the sheer number of trainers who applied. He had his best men staying up for damn near 5 days straight just to build the pokedexs because he only had two previously.
He also had to test how well he and his old colleagues, Prof Oak and Prof Birch, liked him. He had to ask them if he could have their three rare pokemon that where limited to only their country. Oak wasn't that much of a problem Birch, on the other hand, needed money to put his daughter through school and some equipment for research. It was a price that Elm was willing to pay for nine children, if they wanted to journey the world and become masters like Gold, Silver, and Red at least they could do some more "observe and report" for him.
He glance over a stack of books at the 10 pokeballs, all situated on a long table and labels stating which pokemon the contained. He'd gone through a great deal of trouble to get the Munchlax that someone requested, and he went through damn near 20 pokeballs to capture the thing. He growled at the thought of all the trouble be went through to get it but felt bad for the trainer that would get it.
He turned his attention to the clock on the wall, "6:11 AM".
"Where are those kids at?" He asked himself and took another sip from his coffee.
