The building had silver-gray and white horizontal stripes and stood about seven stories tall. Its windows ran in a single column down the right side, spaced far apart, suggesting high ceilings inside. A huge Poké Ball sign stood on the roof, with a line of text across its center: "Pokémon Trainer Center."
Suddenly, a Swellow and a Braviary flew out through a large window, battling each other.
"Are you watching other people practice?"
"Oh... A Zhen." He was right in front of me.
"You hadn't arrived yet, so I came out to look for you. This way."
I followed him into the center.
"Welcome to the Trainer Center!"
As soon as I entered, the cool air-conditioning washed over my skin.
I looked around. On the left was a report desk, just like at a police station;
to its right was an entrance, with trainers carrying files in and out;
to the right of that entrance were two elevator doors. One elevator was out of service, much to the trainers' displeasure.
Looking straight ahead, I saw an enormous computer screen mounted on the wall, displaying the number of trainers available for duty, a list of deployed trainers, the status of ongoing missions...
A large group of trainers stood in orderly rows beneath the screen, listening to a lecture from someone at the front. Their captain, perhaps.
I looked to the right again. Several disheveled trainers were sprawled on the sofas, loudly complaining about their exhaustion. They were arguing: "Move over! There's no room for me!" "What? Go sit on another sofa, then!" "Does this sofa belong to you?"...
"They just finished their missions, so they're in a bit of a bad mood." A Suo shrugged with a smile. "Follow me."
We took the elevator to the third floor and turned right