There was a target, walking around, clear as day despite the overcast moon above and the shadows from the lurking trees. Since his Pokemon were with Doc- or so he hoped- he was on his own. Wes didn't mind though. He was strong: this was what he was made to do, after all. Even without a mission, he was required by his programming to search out strong trainers and take what belonged to Team Cipher.

However, Wes was calm and he could think clearly and rationally. Now was not the time to strike. He needed to get orientated, and take what he had to only after he was sure he had the advantage. So, with grace and speed, Wes silently approached Touya, practically appearing from nowhere. He then grabbed Touya and squeezed him a touch too hard.

"Excuse me," Wes muttered, his voice quiet from a lack of use, yet sounding like he was nearly growling, "... I'm... Lost..."