Blaine takes a drag on his cigarette, and for a moment his face takes on the same Hue as his Growlithe's fur as the butt ignites.
"Yeah, they're great in a pinch. Good to know you always got somewhere." Blaine looks away from you, and for the duration you two speak, he doesn't look back.
"Okay, you're on retainer. And you're lucky, because I happen to have a package waiting for me in Cerulean. I'll reimburse you for your ticket, to and from. Here's the details." Blaine hands you, Richard a slip of paper. It looks official enough, with a tracking number, and package information. A physical description dictates: A small purple box, one that could fit in the palm of your hand, with a green pokeball stamp on the opening flap.
"Retrieve it for me."