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  • Listening to: L7 - "Death Wish"
  • Reading: "Forbidden Archaelogy"
  • Watching: You're Under Arrest!
  • Playing: Pokemon Omega Ruby
  • Eating: Chicken sandwich
  • Drinking: George Dickel rye whiskey
So, I finished the main game of Pokémon Omega Ruby a while back. Then as I was working through the "Delta Episode", adding Pokémon to my 'dex and so on. I thought: "gee, I wonder how many total Pokémon I have?" See, I've brought a lot of Pokémon up through the various Poketransfer machines and have added them to my Pokebank. So, I started transferring Pokémon from my bank into Omega Ruby. Turned out I had well over 600! I said to myself; "wow, I'm close to having all 720 Pokémon! I can do this!" I started catching, trading, evolving and breeding. I am now at 714! :happybounce:  I now only have 6 Legendary Pokémon to get! Well, 7 now that I've learned about Volcanion. :P ... But, before Sun and Moon are released, I should have every single Pokémon there is!Oshawott excited plz 

On another note ... but still related to Pokémon. I have reposted my Pokémon detective story; "The Counterfeit Badge". I had done some edits since I first posted it. I also combined it into only 4 parts instead of 10, so it will be easier to read (I hope). I have also started working on the sequel!!! I don't have a title yet, but hope to have it finished before too long.

For any of you who are still following me; thank you so much for bearing with me through this long, dry spell. Depression and creative blocks are difficult to work through and I appreciate you for being there.
After a few edits, I've combined my Pokémon detective story; "The Counterfeit Badge" into 4 deviations for easier reading. (It used to be 10!) If you haven't read it yet, I hope you do and I hope you enjoy it. :)

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      People and Pokémon have been living and working together for millennia. Over time people have, through their Pokémon, learned to live together in peace. Although nations have had peaceful relations for a very long time there are still individuals, sometimes organizations, who prey on others.

      Over the past three centuries law enforcement had become highly organized in the various regions. During this same period of time, governing bodies were created to regulate the capture of, and contests involving Pokémon. About one hundred and fifty years ago, a world governing body was formed to bring together the various regional Pokémon Leagues and ensure that the operating rules were fair and equitable across all regions.

      Soon after, many governments found that it was convenient to have regional law enforcement grouped under these various Pokémon Leagues. The previously formed Pokémon World League (or simply “P. W. L.”) followed this decision by forming a Criminal Investigations Branch (“C. I. B.”) in order to aid the regional and local Law Enforcement agencies with crimes which were too big or complicated for them or that spanned multiple jurisdictions.

      Some of these C. I. B. detectives would gain a measure of fame in their own right. Most of them operated in the background of an investigation, simply aiding their local counterparts in finding and interpreting the facts. These special men and women were trying to make a difference in the world, and all of them faced danger on a regular basis and suffered from the usual problems faced by cops the world over.

      This is one case handled by one of those detectives.


Chapt. 1

Mike Kohler struggled out of sleep. There was a pounding in his head that he thought must be a residual affect from the large bottle he’d killed the previous night. His eyes felt like they’d been sand-blasted. He pinched the bridge of his nose to try to get his tear ducts working. It didn’t really help. His mouth tasted like he’d been French-kissing a swamp. He struggled to a sitting position, and the room lurched like a rickety carnival ride. Then the banging started again. Forcing an eye open his hand reached for a bottle next to his bed that still had a mouthful of whiskey. He swished the cheap booze around his mouth and swallowed it. The warmth started to spread from his empty stomach and it began to feel like his blood was moving again … a little bit.

      When the banging came again, the mind-fog had cleared enough that he realized it was the door. He shouted at whoever was there; “go to hell!” The door opened and Mike looked up to see Deputy Director Pete Rawlson. He was short and stocky, wearing a rumpled gray suit, a white shirt that was unbuttoned at the neck, and a narrow black tie with the knot loosened. Now that he was in his late middle age, he’d gotten a little more soft-looking and had put on some padding around the middle, but you could still see the hardness underneath if you looked for it. His head had been shaved more recently than his chin. There had been a few hoods over the years that had seen the padding, or his short stature, or age and figured they could take him. They’d always been wrong.

      Rawlson stepped in, kicking an empty bottle out of the way. He glanced around the dingy interior of the one-room apartment, which wasn’t much more than a good-sized motel room, pointedly ignoring the sour odors of sweat, spilled liquor and aging take-out. He flipped open the curtain covering the window above the sink, then sat down on a wooden chair by the small table, resting his arms across the back.

      The sudden glare of sunlight stabbed Mike like ice-picks piercing through his eyes into what was left of his throbbing brain. Still grasping the bottle, he covered his aching eyes and grumbled “what the fuck are you doing here?”

      Rawlson looked around the room. On one side was a counter with a sink and a few cabinets, a refrigerator, a built-in range, and the table he was sitting at. The other half of the room was taken up by a large, sagging bed that probably hadn’t been made up for a few weeks. There was a standing wardrobe in the corner and a TV at the end of the counter. The TV screen looked like someone had thrown something hard and heavy at it. The table had empty and half-empty take-out containers covering it. There were several empty whisky bottles scattered amidst the clothes and shoes around the room. “I’m looking at a train wreck. Damn Mike, you look like hell” said Rawlson.

      “Feel like hell too. I’d be better if you’d leave.”

      “Huh. I suppose you would. I guess you’ll just have to suffer for a bit. Want some coffee?”

      Looking around, Mike commented; “whiskey’s gone, so I guess coffee will have to do. Which brings me back to my original question, what the fuck are you doing here?”

      As Pete started rummaging for the coffee, he said “well, you probably already suspect that I’ve got a job for you. Where’s your coffee?”

      “It’s in the corner cabinet. And the answer is no. I’m retired, remember? I don’t do investigations anymore. Not after that last job in Hoenn. I’m through.”

      Pete was silent while he got a pot of coffee started and rinsed out a couple of not quite disgusting mugs. He sat at the small table and watched the coffee brew. Mike glared at him as he poured coffee into the mugs. Handing one to Mike, he took a sip of his own. Mike held the mug to his face, breathing in the steam and the aroma for a moment before taking a gulp.

      “Like I said, I’m retired. So, I think you can take that investigation and …”

      “There was a problem with your paperwork, Mike.”

      Mike Kohler never did like paperwork. He worked with his feet, his hands, his eyes … his mind. And he worked with his Pokémon. At least, he used to. But he was never good with paperwork. The Criminal Investigations Branch of the Pokémon World League had finally assigned a secretary to him to compile the information from his investigations and write the reports for him. Even when he was a rookie back in Ecruteak City in Johto, Sgt. Jenny was constantly kicking back his reports to be rewritten. He’d lost a couple of his bigger, early cases because of his crappy paperwork. Still, he couldn’t help being suspicious.

      “What the hell did you do with it, Pete?”

      “Honestly Mike, it wasn’t me. H.R. said there were problems with dates and you forgot to sign a couple of the pages.”

      “Then where have my deposits been coming from? Sure as hell weren’t coming outta your pocket.”

      “With all the overtime you’ve put in over the years and the fact that you took so little time off, you’ve been living off of vacation and comp time for the past couple of months. But that’s starting to run a little low.”

      “Fine, I’ll fill out new paperwork. I’ll be in tomorrow. Thanks for the heads-up ‘buddy’. You can leave now.”

      “Sure Mike. Sure. But you know how H.R. is. Even after it’s re-filed, it’ll take at least a few weeks for everything to go through. Help me out with this case and I’ll expedite the process.”

      “Up yours. I can wait.”

      Pete sighed. “Yeah, I suppose you can. But just let me run a few facts by you and get your thoughts. It’s kind of an odd one. It won’t kill you and I could use your perspective. If you do, I’ll ramrod that paperwork for you.”

      “Fine! If it’ll get you out of here. What’s the case?”

       Pete tossed over a pin made of metal with what appeared to be gemstones. “That was sent down from Sinnoh.”

      “A gym badge? So?”

      “It’s a fake. It’s cheap plated metal; glass instead of gemstones and no microchip.”

      Mike thought that over as he examined the badge. Gym badges weren’t cheap. They were made from solid precious metals, gold or silver usually, sometimes platinum, with real gemstones set in them. Most importantly, they had an embedded chip that was programmed with the information from the gym as well as the name and ID info of the winning trainer and what Pokémon they had used in the battle. There was also a system generated, encrypted, security code, so each badge was unique. This way, the local Pokémon League could verify the badges when the trainer challenged the Elite Four in each region. This one was silver-colored, but you could see where the plating had flaked away. The three stones were blue colored, but he couldn’t say what they actually were – he guessed glass, from what Rawlson had said.

      “There’ve always been counterfeits around, Pete. People buy them, display them, try to look like winners when they’re not. What’s so special about this one?”

      “It was clenched in the fist of a corpse up in Sinnoh. Pretty badly burned, but the Coroner said he was dead before he was charred. There were two bullet holes in his chest.”

      Mike looked up in surprise. Guns were extremely rare, most examples were in museums, relics of old wars and rendered inoperable. “Okay, now you’ve got my interest.”

      “The coroner wasn’t sure what kind of gun. It appears that the only reason he figured it out at all was he’d done an X-ray and saw the bullets. Here’s one of the crime scene pics.”

      Mike examined the photo of the body. It showed, in appalling full color, a body lying on the ground with the upper torso and face horribly burned. The skin was charred and cracked with red muscle showing through the gaps and bone visible in some places. “Like you said, burned. It’s gruesome enough, anyway. Was it from a ‘mon? And, were any empty cartridges from the gun found?”

      “The local cops didn’t report finding any cartridges. The report indicated there just wasn’t much evidence around the body. The ground was scuffed, but it hadn’t rained in a while, so they didn’t find any footprints. Initially they wanted to blame it on a ‘mon, but when the bullets were found, I guess they had to rethink that hypothesis.”

      “So, who was the stiff, anyway?”

      “I think that will interest you as well. He was a senior apprentice at the Hearthome City gym, one of Fantina’s top assistants, a Jimmy Peterson. Apparently a good kid, never been in any trouble as far as the report says. He was found about a half mile outside of Hearthome City. The report said Fantina didn’t know what he was doing outside of town. It looks like the locals there are stumped. I’d guess the majority of their officers haven’t handled or even seen a gun of any kind. Maybe a couple of their old-timers might have some experience with them. I guess they’re asking for help.”

      “You ‘guess’? What the hell does that mean?”

      “Well, the file was delivered to the C. I. B. by a big Staraptor, just the report; no note or letter asking for our help.”

      “Odd. Do you think they forgot to put a letter in with the file?”

      “Maybe, but that doesn’t seem likely.”

      “Someone could have sent it unofficially. And if that’s the case, we could be stepping on some toes up in Sinnoh.”

      “We could be. That’s where you come in. You’re the best we’ve got, you won’t back down and you won’t let go. I’d really appreciate it if you’d go up to Sinnoh and look into the situation.”

      “What else have you got on it? What about ‘Rocket’?”

      Rawlson had a grim smile. “I thought you’d be interested. I doubt it’s Team Rocket. You know they’ve never worked Sinnoh before, besides Giovanni is still safely locked away. Though, we did lose track of a few of their middle-ranked members and some of their grunts when you broke them up, but there’s been no sign of any big goings on from them.”

      “That’s the report from Hearthome Police?”

      “Yep, and the rest of the pics. Take a look through it and I’ll pour us another cup of coffee.”

      Mike picked up the packet of papers and sat back on his bed, flipping through the pictures and reading the preliminary report. He sipped the coffee and said, “This damned case is already over a week old. Why did they wait so long to ask for help?”

      “That’s part of the question. They were pretty surprised when I called and asked about the case. As we said, they may not have known it was sent to us. I finally got their chief to say there was a ‘delay’ in getting the autopsy results, but he seemed confused that we had it at all.”

      “Pete, you’re an asshole. You knew I wouldn’t be able to say ‘no’ to something like this. I should tell you to cram it up your ass just for spite.” He stepped over to the wardrobe and pulled out a battered old seabag that was equipped with shoulder straps. “I’ll go take a look. When’s the next boat to Sinnoh?”


Chapt. 2

      Mike stepped onto the dock at Sunnyshore City. Physically, he was rather unimposing. A little over middle height, he was thin and craggy featured. His brown hair was shot with gray at the temples. A long gray trench coat covered a cheap blue suit. The suit was rather loose-fitting and looked like it had been rolled up in a sea bag for 2 days … mostly because it had. His equally battered fedora was tilted back on his head.

      As he looked around, Mike considered the fact that he was going up against criminals who were willing to use old-fashioned firearms to kill. The C.I. Branch wouldn’t issue a gun to him, they just didn’t use them except in the most extreme cases and then only certain personnel would have them. So, he’d have to go a different route. He’d have to get a partner, someone to watch his back. He’d have to get a ‘mon. He didn’t really want to go there, but he had little choice. At least he could trust a Pokémon … that wasn’t always true with people.

      The Sunyshore waterfront looked like most such places. There were a few fishing boats unloading their catch. Further down were the cargo-handling areas and warehouses. It wasn’t huge, he’d been in bigger ports of course, but the smells were the same; fish and seaweed, tar, oil and smoke. And it was noisy at this time of day, shouts of men and Pokémon and the clamor of machines mixed with the cries of Wingulls and Pelippers. The day was bright and cheerful. He preferred gray and dreary.

      “Gah! I need a drink!” He walked away from the sunny, bustling docks and into the town.

      Just up a narrow street, he found a battered sign in the shape of a lighthouse with a glowing neon Ampharos at the top; “The Lighthouse Bar & Grille”. He stepped in. It was a local joint, the kind of place that the working stiffs hang out in. It was old; much older than the neon sign. It wasn’t big, but it wasn’t a hole in the wall either. There was a bar at the back, with a dozen or so cheap but sturdy wooden tables scattered around the middle of the room with cheap chairs – cheap so they could be more easily replaced after the occasional brawl. Booths made of dark, battered wood with tables made of thick planks lined both walls. The walls used to be white, but were rather dingy now. It wasn’t exactly gloomy inside, but the annoyingly bright daylight was held at bay. There was a billiards room off to the right. It was a place to relax after a hard work-day, a place to socialize, a comfortable place. It felt like his kind of place. It was not a place where travelers were likely to stop. That suited Mike just fine.

       It was early afternoon, so there weren’t too many customers. There were a couple of guys in pea-coats who were drinking dark beer at the bar and talking quietly. Three men and a woman, who appeared to be longshoremen, were at a table laughing, drinking their beer and eating. Everyone had looked up when he walked in, then pretty much ignored him. Most of the time, he’d be okay with that. But he needed to get them to talk and that was easy. He bought a round for everyone and gave a nice tip to the bar-girl. While this alone didn’t make them instant friends, it did make him more welcome. More importantly, it made people relax and accept him a little more. And it meant that as more of the locals came in, he found they also accepted him. And they were all too glad to talk with the generous stranger buying the beer.

      All of this elicited the information that, although there is crime around, there doesn’t seem to be a lot of violence. Anyway, homicides were very unusual. Folks had heard talk of a murder in Hearthome and were pretty shocked by it. Any crime they knew about was mostly run-of-the-mill; the odd theft here and there, drunken brawls, an occasional robbery. Local crimes committed by local hoods and handled well enough by the local police and courts.

       Like most laborers, they did use Pokémon in their work, Machokes & Machamps were favored by the longshoremen and several water-types helped with fishing.  More importantly, he learned that, though a stranger such as himself could probably buy a ‘mon, he’d probably end up spending more than he should for even a sub-standard one. The general consensus was that the Pokémon Lab over in Sandgem Town would be the place to go. He had, of course, heard of Professor Rowan of Sandgem, so he planned to pay him a visit. He also learned that, lately, some Trainers travelling by boat had been heard to complain about fake gym badges floating around, but the sailors didn’t pay much attention to them. These folks weren’t much interested in Gym battles and badges. They had work to do and their Pokémon were there to work as well.

      He ended up drinking more of the local stout than he ought to have, but didn’t learn much else. The owner had a room available, so Mike stayed the night.

      The next morning he walked back down to the docks. Spotting a boat that appeared to be getting ready to shove off he recognized one of his drinking buddies from last night. More importantly, the Captain remembered him. They were sailing towards Twinleaf Town and the captain was agreeable to putting in at Sandgem. So, Mike got aboard and they set sail. They dropped anchor off Sandgem early that evening.

      He found the local tavern which fortunately had a room for him, as well food and drink. No name, just a weathered sign out front that pictured a mug of beer and proclaimed “Tavern”. Mike liked old places like this and the bar back in Sunnyshore. They were real. There was little or no plastic, things were made of wood darkened by years of furniture oil and tobacco smoke. Things weren’t shiny and new. There was real history here. The dreams and disappointments of the people who had come through over the decades could almost be felt seeping from the beams and walls. Sometimes happy, often seedy, it now carried its own life and story. He found his room, dropped his duffle by the bed and headed back downstairs.

      As he pulled out a stool at the bar, he noticed three Pokémon Trainers at a table off to the side; “I’m telling you, you’ve got to be careful,” Said the boy with the tousled black hair. “I got screwed. I followed signs to a gym, it was outside of Oreburg. The guy said he’d battle me, but it would cost. Charged me 500 Poké-bucks. I won easily. Thinking back, I guess it was too easy. It wasn’t till later on, when I got to the Pokémon League that I found out the badge was a fake! Of course, the ‘gym’ and the guy were long gone by the time I got back there. I had to go back and battle Roark for real then. After he’d heard what happened, he pulled out some of his toughest Pokémon to really test me! That was a battle.”

      A brown-haired girl with him said “same thing happened to me, but it was at Veilstone City. There was a sign just outside of town saying the gym was undergoing repairs, and a temporary gym was set up southwest of town. I think word is starting to get around though. When I got to Hearthome City, my badges were checked before they’d let me battle Fantina. They sent me back to Veilstone to get a real one. Maylene said she pulled out tougher Pokes for me too since I’d already trained more.”

      Mike walked over to the table and pulled out the fourth chair. “Mind if I join you guys?”

      The trainers looked at each other, then shrugged. The first boy said “not at all sir …”

      “Not ‘sir’, you can just call me ‘Mike’. Sorry, but I overheard you talking. I wanted to ask you about those fake gym badges.”

      “Hi Mike, I’m Adam” the black-haired boy grinned. “This is Donna, and that guy with the red hair and freckles is Stewart, but we just call him ‘Rusty’, he’s just starting out on his journey. We’re all from Twinleaf, the town southwest of here.”

      “Hi guys. So, Adam, do you still have that fake gym badge?”

      “No, they took it from me at the Pokémon League before they sent me back to Oreburgh.”

      Mike looked over at Donna. “How about you?”

      “No, they took mine at the Hearthome gym. Why?”

      Mike shrugged. “I just wanted to get a look at one of the fakes in the hopes that I wouldn’t get stuck with one too.”

      Donna bluntly asked, “Aren’t you a little old to be just starting a journey?”

      Rusty piped up at that point saving him from having to make up an answer. “Uhm. M- Mike. I think it’s pretty easy to avoid the fakes. J-just make sure you go to the real gyms. I, uh, I can give you a ‘Sinnoh Trainer’s Handbook’ if you’d like, it’s a spare copy. It tells you where each of the League sanctioned gyms are. The word from other Trainers is that the fakes all came from temporary setups like Donna and Adam found. Of course, sometimes a gym is temporarily closed while the gym leader is performing other duties, but I don’t think they’d ever set up a gym in a tent.”

      Taking the small, pocket-sized book the boy handed him he said; “Thanks Rusty! Have you guys heard anything about what Sinnoh Law Enforcement is doing about all of this?”

      “No, and that’s kind of odd,” said Adam. “All we’ve heard has been talk among some of the other trainers hanging out at the Pokémon Centers, or ones we meet on the road. There’s been nothing on Jubilife T.V. either, which I don’t understand since so much of their programming is about Pokémon and trainers and the gyms.”

      Then Donna said “I find that strange too. I mean there hasn’t been any kind of ‘official’ word put out to help people avoid these things. Not even at the Pokémon Centers. The fake gyms always charge varying amounts of money for ‘administrative fees’ or something like that. And every one that we’ve heard about has been a temporary setup, in a tent or a forest clearing. I wonder why nobody is warning kids who’re starting on their journeys?”

      “Oh, they m-m-mentioned it at the Lab when I got my starter Pokémon, the Professor told me to check the guidebook for the gym locations.”

       “So, Adam, how did you do when you got back to the League?”

      “Oh, it was a tough battle, but I won. See, here’s my pin and certificate, signed by Cynthia herself. It took me two tries against her though. The first time, nothing seemed to go right for me, my team was … I don’t know. I guess we weren’t quite ready, they seemed weak and their reactions were slow. So we did some extra training then went back and won. But man, it was close.”

      “It was the same for me, but took me three tries” Donna said. “There was another odd thing. Jubilife T.V. had been televising the last several of my gym battles. They said I was doing really well and a lot of people were following my progress. Then when I came back the third time, I overheard a couple of the cameramen talking; they were saying that the betting was still in favor of the Elite Four, but they had heard that I was probably going to win and they’d do well with the longer odds on me.” She looked down and blushed. “It was pretty neat. I have to admit to liking the attention.”

      Mike stood up, “Thanks kids. Looks like your food is coming, so I’ll let you be.” He stepped back over to the bar and walked around to the far end where he could be by himself to think. It sounded as though the local police were covering up this badge thing. He thought that was a little unusual, since it seemed to be putting young Trainers in some danger or, at the least, opening them up to fraud. Those workers back in Sunnyshore hadn’t heard anything about it, other than rumors. It seemed obvious that the Sinnoh Police knew it was going on, and knew of the murder. Yet there had been no word in the press or on T.V. And, according to the three Trainers he’d just spoken with, even the Pokémon Centers were silent on the matter. There’s a guy that’s been shot and killed. And it looked like someone used a Pokémon to try to destroy the evidence of it. Now it sounds like it’s being covered up, but why? Though someone was obviously making some money with these phony gym badges, it didn’t seem like it was that big.

      He trudged up the narrow, wooden stairs to his room. As he opened the door, he found a small piece of paper on the floor. It had been carefully torn from a larger piece. On it was neatly written the message; “Detective, please drop it, these badges are not your affair.” He mumbled, “This is beginning to smell like a Magicarp that’s been in the sun too long.”

Chapt. 3

      The next morning Mike asked for directions to the Lab and learned that Professor Rowan had apparently retired and that his top researcher, Professor Salvia, was now running the lab. He hoped she had at least one strong Pokémon that could help him. He didn’t have time to raise a new one.

      He stepped out of the Tavern into a gloomy, overcast morning. A dense fog turned everything gray, reducing visibility to a few yards and muting the sounds around him.  Perversely, this made him feel more chipper than the previous sunny day. Mike pulled his hat down onto his brow and stuck his hands in the pockets of his long coat and plunged into the mist. He walked up the cobbled street towards the Pokémon Lab. There were other folks about, hurrying to get where they were going and out of the damp morning. As he walked along the fog-shrouded street, he heard the crunch of footsteps following him. He turned a corner and, glancing back, saw a shadow huddled in a hooded sweat-shirt coming up the street. He stepped into the doorway of a shop and waited, the hooded figure came around the corner and Mike grabbed him by the arm and reared back a hard-knuckled fist. A frightened, freckled face gaped at him from the hood. “Rusty! What are you doing following me?”

      “I – I – I – uhm – I’m sorry M – M – M – muh – Mike! P-p-Please d – d – d – d – don’t h – h – hit me!”

      Mike lowered his fist and carefully let go of the red-haired boy. Rusty was shaking and could barely speak. He steadied him as he regained his balance. “I’m sorry, I’m not going to hit you. But why’re you following me?”

      “Wuh – well, I was going up to Jubilife City and Oreburgh and, um, well, I th – thought maybe we could travel together? I – I think y – you are a c – c – cop, aren’t you?” He was gasping for breath, and still shaking enough that he was having trouble standing.

      “First thing. Calm down, I’m not going to do anything to you and you’re not in trouble. Let’s sit down on that bench for a minute.” Mike waited while the boy caught his breath and his nervous trembling subsided. “So, what makes you think I’m a cop?”

      “Both my old m – man and my grandfather are c – cops. You remind me of them and some of the people they work with. The way you walk, I guess. I’m not sure.”

      “Okay. Did you tell anyone else?”

      “I told Adam and Donna that I thought you were. They didn’t believe me.”

      “Good. I’d just as soon that word did not get around. But, I’m afraid you can’t travel with me. I’m going to be going into some places where kids don’t really belong and I’ll be meeting up with some dangerous people. It just wouldn’t be safe for you.”

      “Buh – but, on TV the bad guys never expect the kids to be there and so the kids always …” He trailed off, seeing the stern look on Mike’s face.

      “Rusty, this isn’t TV. These people can and will really hurt you. They don’t care that you’re a kid, all they’d care about is that you’re in their way and they’d run you down. What would your dad tell you if you tried to go with him on a dangerous case?”

      “He’d send me home and tell me I was too young.” He looked down at his feet, feeling embarrassed. “I just thought … well, I’m out on an adventure. I was just hoping to help, to do the right thing.”

      “I can appreciate that, and it’s an admirable thought. But you’d better sit this one out. Go back down to the Pokémon Center and find a couple of other trainers you can travel with. You’ll find adventures enough and chances to help people just doing that. I think you’re going to find that even that much of an adventure is nothing like they show on TV.”

      Mike stood up and Rusty did too. “You’re a good guy, Rusty. After you’ve travelled around some, if you still want to help folks out, talk to your dad about becoming a cop. I think you’ve got the heart for it.” He turned and headed up the foggy street towards the Rowan Pokémon Lab. Rusty turned and walked the other way. He felt better than he thought he would after being told he couldn’t help. That a seasoned Officer had told him he had the heart of a cop. He lifted his head and walked with a little more confidence.

      The Lab was more rustic on the outside than he expected, looking more like a large mountain lodge than a sleek research facility. A double glass door at the front slid open as he approached, letting him into a modern-looking interior. The reception area was clean and brightly lit with comfortable seating around the walls, a low table with pamphlets and Pokémon-related magazines, and a counter that extended half-way across the back of the room. Although things were bright and clean, the linoleum floor showed the wear of many years of coming and going. There were a couple of computers and a telephone behind the counter. Nobody was in the waiting area and nobody was behind the counter. There was a sign next to a button on the wall which read “ring bell for service”. Mike ignored it and walked through the double swinging door behind the counter.

      There were voices coming from a room at the end of a short hallway. As he quietly approached, he could hear a woman describing the attributes of starter Pokémon to a new trainer. He slipped in and leaned against the wall next to the door. The woman, with short black hair and wearing a white lab coat, and a boy about 10 or 12 years old, had their backs toward the door. The room was lined with stainless steel counters, glass and steel cabinets and several monitoring and treatment machines and computers. There were doors out of the room to both sides and a window at the back that looked out to a lawn and garden with a tall fence around it. The door to the left stood open revealing what appeared to be a nursery area. The other door was closed. The lab was set up to function as both a research facility and a treatment center, along with the function of giving new trainers their first partners. The lab was clean and fairly orderly, though papers, books and other items told Mike that this was a place where people actually worked. He noticed a photo on the wall opposite from where he stood. It was a photo of a gray-haired man with a mustache and long side-burns; Professor Rowan.

      Mike returned his gaze to the woman. She reminded him of a mountain road, tall with dangerous curves. He could see that she was a few inches taller than him. Her dark hair was cut short to the top of her neck and swept forward with a bright green streak on the right side. She exuded an aura of strength and confidence, she knew Pokémon and she knew trainers, especially new ones. She was enjoying this very important first step for the young man she was helping. She was also being serious with him, explaining the fundamental differences between the three Pokémon on the table and the basics of how to care for them, but putting it all in terms that a young trainer would understand.

      The boy made his choice (the fire-type) and they turned towards the door, the woman gave a little gasp. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone else was here! You really should’ve rung the bell …”

      “My apologies,” he gave her a half-bow. “You’re Professor Salvia, right? I need to speak to you about a Pokémon when you’re done with this young man.”

      Professor Salvia eyed him somewhat dubiously. “Ohhh kay … I’ll be right back. Please, touch nothing till then.” She walked the boy to the front of the building and returned a few minutes later. She took note of the fact that Mike was still leaning against the wall in the same spot where she had left him. “You’re kind of old to be just starting your journey, aren’t you, Mr. … ?”

      “Kohler. Mike, please just call me Mike. And yes, as has been observed before, I am a little old for starting a journey.” He pulled out a battered, black wallet and flipped it open showing her his shield and I.D.

      Salvia took a step forward to look. “Pokémon World League? C.I. Branch, huh? Okay, I guess you’re not just starting out. You’re here about what happened up by Hearthome City?”

      Mike was a little surprised that the Professor had heard about the murder. He continued as though he expected it; “That’s right. And I need several things from you. First, I need information. What have you heard about what happened?”

      “Okay Mike. Let’s step into my office and sit down. I’ve got fresh coffee and we’ll talk.”

      Professor Salvia handed Mike a steaming cup, then settled into the chair behind her desk, Mike sat across from her.  “The first I heard about it was when an investigator from Hearthome City Police showed up here. They showed me a photo of a man who had been badly burned. They thought it might have been a wild Pokémon attack and wanted to know what kind. You know, which ones might have been capable of the damage that was done, that sort of thing. It took me a moment to get over the shock of what I was seeing, that’s for certain. I told them that no wild Pokémon was likely to have done that.”

      “Why do you say that?”

      “To begin with, in most cases, by the time a wild Pokémon gets to a level where it can do that kind of damage, it has matured … a lot. Pokémon are very intelligent creatures. They learn and mature in ways that are similar to humans. One which has evolved into its final form in the wild has experienced many years of living and battling. And one of the things they learn is to stay away from people. But they seem to also know that people, even with all of our strengths, knowledge and technology, are fairly fragile creatures. A fully evolved wild Pokémon has learned how to control its attacks so as to not kill, or even seriously injure other Pokémon, or a human. You see, wild Pokémon rarely battle each other to the point where one of them faints, you usually only see that when they’re battling for their trainers. You’re in Law Enforcement, how many times have you heard of a wild Pokémon killing a person? ‘A couple of times’? That’s because it is an extremely rare event. We have documentation here at the lab of three such cases in Sinnoh in the last hundred years. Two of those were Gyarados that had been injured and attacked the boats that had hit them, the third was a sick Rhydon that basically collapsed onto a trainer trying to catch it. It is such a rare event, that we can feel safe allowing ten year old kids to take Pokémon and journey around the region as part of their coming of age.”

      “What did the investigator from Hearthome City think when you told him all of this?”

      Mike watched as a wry smile crossed Salvia’s face. “She definitely did not like my answer. Not a bit. She kept trying to get me to say that it was possible. I told her that if a ‘mon did this to a person, it was most likely at the direction of another human. But she didn’t seem to want to hear my explanations. In the end, as a scientist, I had to admit that it was a slight possibility, though highly unlikely.” Professor Salvia looked up at him and asked, “I suppose that answer doesn’t please you either, does it? The Police are trying to pin this on some rogue, wild Pokémon, aren’t they?”

      He looked down at his coffee for a moment, thinking over how much to tell her. “What did you think of the burn pattern in the grass around the body?”

      Her blue eyes widened in surprise. “What burn patterns? The photo the Hearthome detective showed me was of a body on a table. It looked like it was in a hospital. I never saw the area where the body was found.”

      Mike opened his satchel and pulled out two photographs of the body when it was still on the ground. “I’m sorry to ask you to look at it again, but here is what I’m talking about.”

      Her hand trembled slightly as she took the photos, but she got control of herself as she examined them with a critical eye. He thought again about how strong she was. Some people might see her as cold, but he had seen that tremor in her hand and watched as she mastered it. The emotions were there, but she kept them in check when she needed to. His respect for this scientist went up several notches.

      Salvia handed the photos back to him and quickly wiped her eyes as they brimmed up a little. “I’m sorry. Not very professional of me to cry, is it?”

      Mike took the pictures back, “if you weren’t moved by this, I would have serious doubts about you. You’re a good person, and good people don’t have to see things like this very often.”

      She smiled over at him, “thanks.” She turned serious again. “Okay, those burns around the body look like they could be from a Pokémon’s fire attack. You probably already thought of a ‘flamethrower’ attack. It’s a pretty common one; almost all fire-types learn it at some point. But it’s also available as a TM. And it’s fairly powerful. A high-level Pokémon using flamethrower could do that. But another possibility is will-o-wisp. It could spread out in a pattern similar to this, and it would continue burning for a while, so it could do that kind of damage. Solar beam might cause burns similar to what he has, though I wouldn’t think we’d see the grass burned around the body as much, it’s more precise. But look Mike, the ground is burned around the body like this because he was already on the ground.”

      Mike studied this Pokémon Professor for a moment, judging how far he could trust her. Her frank eyes looked into his, asking for explanations. She knew it wasn’t a wild ‘mon that did this and was hoping that the hardened detective sitting across from her would know it too. “Actually, he was already dead. I think someone was trying to make it look like a Pokémon had done this to try to cover up what had really happened.”

      She nodded. “Now that makes much more sense than what your Hearthome colleague wanted me to believe.”

      “What do you know about counterfeit gym badges being handed out to trainers?”

      “Not a lot. I had started hearing about some fly-by-night gyms popping up here and there, with people claiming that the real gym was closed for one reason or another. They trick trainers into paying them money, give them a cursory battle and hand over a fake gym badge. I guess the badges look pretty good, but don’t hold up to close scrutiny and of course, they don’t have the electronics. Trainers get taken for several hundred or a few thousand PokéYen, and then are told to go back to the real gym once the fake is discovered. First I had heard of it was, oh, two or three months ago. Though, I’m only hearing it from trainers coming back through here.”

      “So, neither the Sinnoh League, nor the police are saying anything about them? They’re not warning people, warning trainers?”

      Salvia thought about that and said, “Well, now that you ask, no, they’re not. And that is a little strange. There hasn’t been any official word about it at all. I’ve been telling new trainers, like that boy that was here earlier. Basically telling them to make sure they go to legitimate League-sanctioned gyms. Oh, there have always been a handful of people, here and there, who think they can set up and run a new gym. Most of them are up-front about what they’re doing because they want to get sanctioned when they prove themselves. But, even if they give out badges, they’re honest about them not being fully sanctioned badges. The few like that which I’ve seen have been made out of copper or bronze, with no gemstones, just some nice etching or metal-work.”

      She paused, thinking. “One other thing about the fake gyms that are giving out those fake badges … the Pokémon they use are usually pretty weak. At least that’s what it sounds like. Every trainer I’ve talked to that has been taken in by them has commented on how easy their battles were. Mike, I don’t think that any of the ones I’ve heard about have a ‘mon that could burn a man to a crisp. I don’t know, do you think the counterfeits are connected to this murder?”

      Mike shrugged. “I’m not sure yet. You’ve confirmed my thoughts on these burns though. Thank you. Now, I need one more thing. I need a partner going into this.” He again saw surprise in her eyes as she started to shake her head and he quickly said “No, no. Not you! I’m sorry. I need to get a Pokémon.” Her surprise and denial were quickly replaced by relief.

      “Ah! Yes, I can help with that!” Salvia thought for a few moments, then gave Mike a fetching smile and stood up. “I would think that, since you already know you’ll be facing a strong fire type, you’ll want to go with a water type, right?”

      “That’s what I was thinking, yes. Also, unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll have a lot of time for raising one from the usual starter level. I’m going to travel from here to Hearthome by foot, and that gives me only a short time to work with it.”

      “Do you care if it’s a female?”

      Mike looked the Professor in the eye and said, “I care if it’s strong and smart and can move fast. That’s what I need. Gender, even looks won’t count.”

      “Good. I’ve got one that is kind of a difficult case. It was a starter, a Piplup that Professor Rowan gave a young man a few years ago. The boy was badly injured in an accident, he was in a coma for a long time, and unable to continue as a trainer. His family wanted his Pokémon to be brought back here so they could go to other strong trainers. His Piplup had evolved into Prinplup by then. She’s strong and smart, but she’s also been pretty down about losing her trainer. The few other folks that have tried her are put off by her somber mood and go with something more cheery. I think you two might just get along. Go out back and I’ll bring her out.”

      Mike stepped through the door that Professor Salvia had pointed to and found himself in the fenced in yard he’d seen before. The lawn was well kept, surrounded by various berry bushes and shrubs with a tall privacy fence around it. He only had to wait about five minutes and she came out followed by a blue Pokémon. It was about two feet tall, bird-like, had webbed feet and flipper-like wings. The wings ended in hard, sharp points. Two hard ridges extended from either side of her beak and went up over her head. She walked with her head down, looking at the ground, uninterested in being outside. Mike looked up at Salvia and asked, “Does she have a name?”

      “Her name is Pearl.”

      Mike sat on the ground in front of the Prinplup. “Okay Pearl, Professor Salvia tells me you’re smart, so let’s talk. She thinks that you and I might be able to work together. You seem to trust her, and I do to.” Pearl looked up at Mike, as though she were looking deeply into him, studying what kind of person he was. She nodded at him, waiting to see what he had to say.

      Professor Salvia watched Mike talking with the little Prinplup. She was surprised at how Mike spoke with the Pokémon as if she were his equal. He was talking with a potential partner, rather than a pet or a tool. She had rarely seen people interact in this way with Pokémon, at the moment she couldn’t remember any other regular trainer that did. Maybe some champion-level trainers. Most trainers talked at their Pokémon, giving orders, perhaps asking if they were okay to continue a battle, but not reasoning with them in this way. She was also rather amazed at herself for the feelings she suddenly seemed to be having towards this hard-bitten angular man. He was so very different from anyone else she knew.

      “So, here’s the deal,” Mike continued. ”I’m a detective and I have a job to do here in Sinnoh. I’ve got to try to find someone who did something very bad. They are dangerous and I need someone with me to help watch my back. I need a partner. And, unfortunately, we won’t have a lot of time for training, because we need to get to Hearthome City, so we’ll only have a couple of days or so to get to know one another. It will be dangerous and difficult, but you’ll have a chance to help me stop a very bad person. What do you say; do you want to take a chance on me? And, afterwards, if you and I don’t really click, I’ll bring you back here. It will be up to you.”

      Pearl studied Mike again. She certainly appeared to be smart, he thought. She was carefully weighing what Mike had said and was, again, looking into his heart. She stood there for perhaps a full minute, then reaching out her wing in a very human-like gesture, gave him a curt nod. Mike took the proffered wing and shook it once. Neither knew for certain how things would work out between them in the long run, but both of them felt they had made the right choice for now.

      Mike, Pearl and Professor Salvia walked back inside. “I’ve got to get going,” said Mike. “We still have over half of the day to do a little training against some wild Pokémon. With luck we’ll be getting into Hearthome in two or three days.”

      Professor Salvia told him about some areas of grassland and forest where there were higher-level wild Pokémon, along the routes from Sandgem, through Jubilife City, Oreburgh and to Hearthome, so they could get in some good training. Then she reached into her lab coat pocket and pulled out a red and white colored ball and handed it to Mike, “This is Pearl’s Pokéball.” She looked over at Pearl and said “you don’t really like being in it much, do you?” Pearl shook her head.

      She asked Mike, “Do you have a Pokédex? I can update it with the data for Sinnoh.”

      He pulled out a battered, red-colored electronic device and showed it to her.

      “Geeze Mike, that thing is older than me … er. Well, you need a new one. Here, let me take that for a minute and I’ll transfer all your data into a new ‘dex. This one will have the information that the lab has gathered about the Sinnoh region Pokémon as well as your existing data which I’ll transfer.” She plugged Mike’s beat-up old Pokédex into one of the lab’s computers. She took a key ring out of her pocket and unlocked a cabinet under the counter and pulled out a new Pokédex. She plugged the new ‘dex into a second slot. The computer lit up and Professor Salvia typed a few commands, she hesitated a moment then with a little bit of a devious smile, typed a short line of text. After a few moments, there was a soft “ding” and she pulled out the new, bright orange Pokédex. She flipped it open and held it out to Mike; “here, press your thumb on this gray pad …” He did and the screen lit up with his photo and an electronic voice said; “This Pokedex belongs to Detective Mike Kohler. Attempted use by any unauthorized person may result in this unit self-destructing.”

      She grinned at Mike’s expression, “Don’t worry … there’s no actual explosives in the unit. Basically, if someone other than you activates it, it’ll give a 10-second countdown and then shut off. The ‘self-destruct’ thing is just something I’ve always wanted to put on one of these. Your old unit has been wiped, it’s junk now. The gray pad here on the new one is a DNA coder – you just touch it to unlock the unit. Now, here, enter a password on this screen; something you’ll remember. That’s just added security to keep someone from just holding your hand on it if you’re unconscious. This ‘dex is a little more sophisticated than your old one … I hope it helps.”

      She stepped over to a cabinet and pulled out a plastic bag. “Here’s some food for Pearl, my own recipe for water-type Pokémon. This should last you till you get to Hearthome City. The food they carry at the Poké Marts is good too, but I think mine is a bit better.”

      Mike took Pearl’s Pokéball and dropped it in a coat pocket, put the Pokédex in an inside pocket and took the bag. He looked over at Pearl and said, “Okay, we’ll only use the Pokéball when we really need to. And thank you again, Professor Salvia … for all of your help. And the coffee … you make good coffee.”

      She smiled at him, “My friends call me ‘Div’.” Seeing Mike’s slightly puzzled look, she added “It’s short for ‘Divinorum’. My mom was a mystic. She named me after a plant she favored for help with visions … she may have used it just a little too much.”

      Mike Grinned at her. “Thanks Div. I really do appreciate your help …”

      She stepped close to him and rested her hand on his chest. “Please be careful Mike. Obviously, whoever these people are, they are frighteningly twisted. I’d kind of like to have you come back for a visit … in one piece. I don’t know why, but I really like you.”

       Mike pulled her to him and held her for a moment, looking into her eyes. He was rather pleased with having to look up at her. Then he stepped back and said, “I’ll see you later Div,” then he and Pearl walked out the door.
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Chapt. 4

      Mike went back to the tavern to pick up his bag. Then, after a quick stop at the Poké Mart to stock up on some supplies, they headed out of town. As they walked down the road, Mike pulled out his new Pokédex and turned it on. “Let’s see what moves you know, Pearl.” He pointed the lens of the ‘dex at Pearl and tapped the button. The electronic voice said; “Prinplup, the Penguin Pokémon, and the evolved form of …” Mike touched the “Moves” button on the screen and read the display; “Brine, whirlpool, hydropump and cut. Those will be a big help for us, we’re going up against at least one fire-type. Let’s try out that ‘cut’ move …”

      Mike turned off the main path into the trees and underbrush. Pearl effortlessly cut a path through the shrubs. They soon ran across a wild Kricketune. “Alright Pearl, let’s see how we work together.” Pearl jumped forward and took a balanced combat stance. It had been a long time since she had gotten to battle in earnest. An excitement was rising in her that she hadn’t felt for far too long. There was some hesitation between them initially, but they defeated the Kricketune with Pearl taking only a couple of minor hits. It was exhilarating.

      Mike gave Pearl a healing potion. “Well, Pearl, for our first battle, I think that went pretty well.” Pearl simply nodded. Over the next few hours, they had several encounters with wild Pokémon and a few with wandering trainers. With each battle they improved, their responses to one another speeding up. Mike was finding that Pearl was as strong and fast as he could hope for. Much faster than he’d expected for the level she was at. She battled silently, not making battle cries, not responding to the taunts of her opponents nor crying out when she was hit. Her attacks were powerful enough that they had been able to take on several wild Pokémon which the ‘dex indicated were several levels above Pearl. And, with each battle, Pearl felt her mind working more and more out of the fog she had been in. She had sat idle far too long in the lab.

      Outside of Jubilife City they stopped for a break and a quick meal. Mike made a small fire and put on water for tea. He pulled out a box with a hard cake of Pu-erh tea. He broke off a piece and put it in the small infuser. He watched Pearl eating for a few minutes as his tea steeped, thinking back to his previous partner. He sipped his tea, enjoying the deep earthy flavor and noticed that Pearl was watching him as well. “Well, Pearl, we both come into this with our own histories. We both know the pain of losing a partner … a friend. It takes time for us to come to terms with such a loss. But, at some point I guess we have to decide to pick ourselves up and move ahead. We won’t ever forget them, but we still have to go on.”

      He finished his tea and stood up. As he started packing up Pearl put out the fire. “Thanks Pearl. Let’s head in to Jubilife City and see what we can find out.” It was after dusk when they walked into the city. He found a little inn a couple of blocks from the Jubilife TV station and got a room. He dropped off his gear, pulled out a snack for Pearl and stood up to leave. Pearl stood up too. “That’s alright Pearl, I’m just going down to the bar… you can stay here and get some rest. It’s been a long day for you, for both of us. I’ll be back in a little bit.” Pearl gave him a slightly skeptical look, but turned and curled up in a comfortable arm-chair.

      Mike went down stairs and took an inconspicuous seat at the end of the bar. He ordered a shot and a beer, and sat observing his surroundings. The bar part of the inn was moderately big. There were a few tables around the dimly lit room and a pool table off to one side. It had a bit of a run-down look, the floor was dirty, the furnishings were old and there were webs in the corners. There were several people scattered around the room. But this was not a family place. The clientele were here because it was off the beaten path; it was a place where other people didn’t care much about who you were. But, the food smelled good and the beer was cold. The chalk-board menu listed a few fried snack-type foods, along with burgers and sandwiches - very basic fare. Mike ordered a burger and onion rings and a refill on his beer. He was glad the food tasted as good as it had smelled.

      As he ate, he saw two men come in and sit at a table against one wall. The way they were looking around caught Mike’s attention … they were carefully checking their surroundings, checking the other people in the bar. He turned a little bit so he could watch them without seeming to be interested. One man was fairly tall, about as tall as Mike, but portly, with unkempt, oily hair and a few days growth of beard. He wore rumpled clothing that hadn’t seen the inside of a laundry for at least a couple of days. The other man was taller and thin, with prominent cheekbones and a tapering jaw and close-cropped dark hair. His clothing was much neater than the other man’s. They spoke quietly for a few minutes and the greasy man slipped something to his companion, Mike caught a gleam of polished metal. The thin man examined the item for a moment then nodded. He passed across a bulging envelope, then stood up and walked out the door. The fat man finished the beer he had ordered, then he also left. There was something naggingly familiar about “Skinny”, but he couldn’t place it. Mike dropped some money on the bar and followed them out the door.

      The night was cool and misty … and dark. Mike followed the fat man partly by the sound of his steps as well as being able to see him as he crossed the pools of light created by streetlights. They were walking away from the middle of town and into a poorer section. He soon found that there were no more streetlights and the little man turned down a dark alleyway. Mike stopped at the entrance to the alley to watch and listen. He heard a key turn in a lock, then a door opened and a fan of light spread out across the alley, illuminating trashcans, oily puddles of water, and an old derelict passed out just inside the entry to the alley. He saw the fat man slip into the doorway and the light was cut off, but not before Mike was able to see just which door it was. He stepped down the alley to the door and reached towards the latch, and his head exploded into stars. As he crumpled to the filthy pavement he glimpsed a thin figure standing over him. Darkness embraced him.

      He felt what must have been 5 gallons of water splash over him and someone was roughly shaking him. He groaned and tried to push them away. Another flood of water washed across his face and he opened his eyes to see Pearl standing over him. The yellow light from the open door shone on her face, a face with an expression changing from concern to aggravation. She pointed one hard-tipped wing at him and exclaimed “prinplup! Prin prin! Plup!!”

      Mike sat up and groaned again. His head throbbed and his side ached. Apparently Skinny wasn’t satisfied with cracking his head, he had gotten in a kick or two as well. He looked over at Pearl and said, “I know. I said I’d be right back. Thanks for finding me.”


      “I really should have known better. It’s such a cliché though. In the movies, it never fails that when the detective goes off without his partner, something happens.” He looked into the doorway, “I suppose they’ve cleared out?”

      Pearl nodded. Mike realized this was the first time she’d uttered a sound to him.

      Mike felt the back of his head and winced as he brushed across a cut. There was a pink tinge to the water on his hand. “Could’ve been worse,” he thought. The ribs on his left side felt bruised, but intact. He checked his pockets and found he still had his ID and Pokédex. He supposed that the two guys were in a hurry to get out and didn’t bother rifling his pockets. He stood up and braced himself against the doorway and peered into the building. “Well, let’s go in and see if they left anything helpful.”

      The door opened onto a narrow flight of stairs going down to a basement apartment. There was a sharp tang of chemicals in the air mixing with acrid smoke. The combined effect of the fumes almost knocked Mike out again. The main part of the apartment had been mostly converted over to metalworking. In one corner was a pile of brass and steel bars. There was a small gas-fired forge in the opposite corner. There were grinders, cutters and polishing equipment as well as equipment for working with the pile of chunks of colored glass. To one side there were some chemical baths which he thought might be used for plating the metals. In the middle of the room a pile of books and papers were ablaze, with the fire starting to spread across wood planks used as grates on the floor.

      “Pearl! Knock those flames down! That’s it, careful on those papers, some haven’t burned much yet.” Pearl used strong jets of water on the wood flooring, but eased up as she put out the flaming pile of papers. Mike started looking through what was left. Most of the papers that had been thrown on the fire appeared to have been torn up first. A few that survived appeared to be receipts for the materials scattered around the room. It appeared that there had been a lot very thin paper which had burned very quickly. There were remnants of receipts from “Bronzong Scrap Dealers” in Jubilife City, but none of them appeared to have a customer’s name. He saw a burned edge of paper that had been washed between two of the boards of the floor grating, and he gently pulled it out. It was lined paper and appeared to be from a small notebook. He could still read the word “Bets” and part of a phone number written in pencil on what was left. The scrap was carefully placed into his notebook which was slipped into an inside pocket.

      He picked up a partially finished gym badge from a work bench and examined it. “Well, it looks like we found where the counterfeit gym badges were coming from.” There was one badge on the floor which had been plated already, and he found pieces of colored glass which appeared to be in various stages of being fitted into badges as well. There were no finished badges, those had apparently been taken.

      He stepped through a door into a small bedroom. It was obvious that whoever the tenant had been, they had left in a hurry. There were signs that room had been a mess before this – it was a disaster now. Bureau drawers had been dumped on the floor and a desk had been almost torn apart. Mike guessed the desk is where most of the papers had probably come from. A hidden compartment under the desk had been left open – it was empty. There was an old, black telephone on the desk, using a handkerchief Mike picked up the receiver and heard the satisfying hum of a dial-tone. He dialed the operator and asked for the Jubilife Police.

      Mike stood up from the bumper of the ambulance and looked down the alley to where the Jubilife Police Officers were carrying items from the apartment out to a white van. Portable floodlights illuminated the alley. The bright light did not improve the view; it was still a stinking, narrow, garbage-strewn alley. A man in a gray sports jacket stepped over to him. His hair was cropped high and tight, he was built hard with his jacket pulled tight across a muscular chest. His walk showed that he had worn a uniform and duty belt for many years, and his eyes were always moving, taking in everything around him. He introduced himself as Lieutenant Dodson.

      “I wanted to thank you, Detective. Sinnoh L.E. has been looking for this group for some time. This should slow down their operation for a while. Damn glad you had your Prinplup with you, if the fire had reached those cans of solvents and other chemicals; the whole building would’ve gone up. Possibly the whole block.”

      Mike thought “yeah, I was luckier than you know.” Out loud he said, “You’re welcome Lieutenant. Do you know who these two guys are?”

      “Well, from your description, the heavy-set one sounds like a guy we busted several years ago. If it is him, his name is Karl Chester; usually goes by ‘KC’ or ‘Chubby’. The print lab will be able to match up what we lifted inside. He was a jeweler and did some engraving on the side. He’d gotten involved with a gang of paperhangers and went down with them. Got 8 years for engraving the plates they used for their counterfeit checks and money. He would be getting out next year, but got an early release for ‘good behavior’ and walked out about a year ago. Apparently he’s found a new job.

      “The second man doesn’t sound familiar to me. I suppose he might be from out of town, or he could have come in from another region.”

      Mike mulled that one over. In light of the fact that he thought he had seen “Skinny” before, coming from another region seemed likely. But where did he know him from? When he’d first seen him it had been in a dimly lit bar, so he hadn’t gotten a great look at him. And of course, he was losing consciousness the second time.

      “So, Lieutenant, do you think the murder up in Hearthome had anything to do with all of this?”

      Dodson gave him a very bland look and in a flat voice said, “I have no information about anything of that nature.”

      Mike was, to say the least, disappointed in the statement and way it was delivered. This Police Lieutenant was apparently part of the cover-up, or at least had been told to keep shut about it. That meant he was part of the problem. Just how far did this go and what and who was at the bottom of it? “Thanks for the information, Dodson. C’mon Pearl, I think we’re done here.” He turned away and started down the street.

      The sun was coming up as they arrived back at the inn. They climbed the narrow staircase and approached their room, but as Mike reached out for the door, he hesitated and Pearl became tense and alert. They had both heard a movement in the tiny room beyond. Mike motioned for Pearl to wait and then casually said, “I want to thank you again for coming to look for me Pearl.” He knew they would’ve been heard coming up the stairs. He squatted by the doorknob and examined it and the latch. “You’re a smart one, I’m glad you decided to travel along with me.” There were fresh scratches on the strike plate. Someone had forced the latch. He pointed at Pearl and pointed to the right then to himself and to the left. He began to reach towards the doorknob when the door was suddenly opened from the inside. A tall thin figure stood inside.

      “Good morning Detective Kohler. No need to be sneaking around outside of your own room.”

      Mike felt Pearl begin to take in a deep breath. He held his arm out, forestalling the attack she was preparing. He studied the thin man for a moment. He was tall, his hair very neatly trimmed and he had a thin mustache. He had an almost gaunt face and was thin, like a long-distance runner. He was dressed in a pale blue polo shirt and tan dress slacks with a narrow belt. The clothing was casual, but still looked expensive, though it wasn’t new. Mike nodded; “Hello James. Long time no see.”

      James spoke with a slight accent, which Mike knew he didn’t have before; “Ah! I’m pleased that you remember me, Detective. It has been a long time.”

      James stepped back in to the room as Mike and Pearl walked in. Mike waved him over to the single arm chair and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Well, you were younger when I saw you last. Good to see the complexion has cleared up. Almost didn’t recognize you without your blue hair though. And you’ve lost weight, you’re even thinner.”

      James gave a half-shrug, “Well, I’ve been living pretty lean lately. Anyway, I was hoping that your head didn’t hurt too badly,” and he grinned.

      “No, I’m alright. Though I think kicking me in the ribs after I was down was a little low.”

      “Ah. I am sorry about that. I’m afraid my, um, ‘business associate’, was a little upset about having to vacate his premises on such short notice. He got in a couple of shots before we left. I suspect he wished to do more, but I convinced him we should leave well enough alone.”

      “Well, I’m still alive, so thanks. I guess this pretty much makes us even on the favors. I’m a bit disappointed though. I had hoped that, after your friends ended up in jail or scattered, that you would’ve gone straight.”

      “Oh, I did try Detective, I did. But I think I missed the excitement of it all. In any case, you have put a rather large dent in my budding operation here in Sinnoh. It’s going to take me some time to get my friend’s operation going again.”

      “Well, sorry about that. Too bad I couldn’t have laid ‘Chubby’ by the heels.” James gave a half smile at that. Mike asked, “Did you have any ideas about where to set up his new shop?”

      “Oh, one or two … one or two, but I believe I’ll keep that to myself for the time being. I’m sure you understand. But that isn’t what I came to chat about. I wanted to let you know that I, we, had nothing to do with what you’re really investigating.”

      Mike frowned a little, “And what makes you think that I wasn’t here just to break up your operation?”

      “Oh, let’s do be honest, Detective. My petty little badge business probably wouldn’t have even shown up on the P. W. L.’s radar if it hadn’t been for the murder up in Hearthome City.” James held up his hand as Mike started to protest. “The news of that has spread much more rapidly through the criminal world than it has the rest of the population. However, though I have heard about it, I can assure you that neither myself, nor Mr. Chester were in any way connected with it. Really, homicide is just not my style as you should be aware.”

      “Well, you could’ve branched out. But, no, I guess that really isn’t very like you. So, what have you heard about the case?”

      “I’ve not heard very much actually. I believe that the killing itself was to send a message, and people are taking that message to heart. They’re just not discussing the details because they’re afraid the same might happen to them.”

      “Can’t say as I blame them.” Mike pulled his notebook out of his pocket and withdrew the partially burned slip of paper. He showed it to the other man, “do you recognize this?”

      James examined the paper, taking note of the burned edges. “Bets? It appears to be my associate’s writing. From the condition of this, I assume you rescued it from the fire we had set in Mr. Chester’s apartment?” Mike nodded. “This does help explain his unstable financial situation. ‘Bets’ would probably be a bookie in Hearthome City who goes by the name of ‘Billy Bets’. I was not aware that Mr. Chester was making use of his services.”

      “How big of an operation does he run?”

      “I gather that his business is quite brisk and fairly wide-spread within the region. However I’ve heard rumors that he has been having some problems of late.

       “Alas, Detective, I feel that I’ve taken up too much of your time now. I don’t know that you’re under any surveillance, but I really don’t want to take the risk of being captured you see. So, if you’ll excuse me, I really must take my leave.” He rose and quickly strode towards the door. “No, no, don’t bother yourself, I’ll show myself out.”

      Mike said, “One more thing James; like I said earlier, we’re pretty even right now, so I’m not going to stop you. Maybe I should, but it sounds like you and ‘Chubby’ are a problem for the locals here. As you rightly observed, I’ve got a bigger concern right now. But, they do know who he is, and I expect they’ll be on your trail now. You might want to lie low for a while.”

      “Why thank you, Mike, though I wonder if you’re just trying to get one up on me again. But that’s okay; we’re old friends now, you and I. Perhaps you’ll need some information again someday. Ta-ta.” He opened the door a crack and listened for a moment, then slipped out into the hallway and was gone.


Chapt. 5

      Mike gathered up their things and put them in his bag. He shouldered the pack and stepped to the door; “C’mon Pearl. I know it’s been a long night for both of us, but I’m afraid we’ve got to get going.” He pulled open the door, and immediately stepped back, balancing on the balls of his feet.

      “No need to worry, detective,” said Lieutenant Dodson. “I’m sorry I startled you.”

      Mike relaxed a little; “Dodson. I’m sorry, we were just leaving. I don’t really have time for a sit-down and chat.”

      “That’s alright. I’ll walk along with you a little ways. I like it better out in the open, where I can see who’s around.” He stepped back into the hallway and went down the stairs.

      Mike looked up and down the hall to make sure there were no more surprise visitors. He and Pearl then followed the Police Lieutenant down the stairs. The fog and mist of the night before were beginning to burn off with the morning sun. A few billowing clouds indicated that there might still be rain later in the day. Dodson was waiting a few yards up the cobbled street, Mike walked up to him, “Okay, let’s walk.”

      As they moved up the street Mike noticed that the Lieutenant was carefully watching their surroundings. They walked in silence for about a block. As they rounded a corner, Dodson stopped and looked back down the street they had just left. As they proceeded up the street again he said; “Okay Detective, I think we’re okay. I couldn’t really talk openly earlier, there were a lot of folks around at that moment. A lot of eyes and ears, and frankly, I’m not sure who might blab about what I have to tell you.”

      “So, you do know something about the murder?”

      “Well, I know of it anyway. I also know that apparently some folks are anxious to make sure that information about it isn’t leaked. Not even to other cops in the region. To be honest, I’m surprised that they asked the C. I. branch for assistance. I think there are some who don’t want the case looked into. What I do know is that someone told my bosses to make sure nobody in the Jubilife Police were talking about it or asking questions. The word came down to us the day after the murder, we weren’t helping with any investigation and we weren’t to be getting curious about it either. It was strictly on the q.t. Along with that, we were told to report anyone who was getting too nosey. So, with all of that, you can see why I didn’t really want to talk to you with all those other cops around.”

      “Yeah, okay. But why do want to talk now?”

      “It’s all wrong. I know they had a homicide over in Hearthome and it appears that it’s being covered up. I’ve been a cop for a long time now, and I didn’t get into this line of work to ignore crime. If this situation continues, it’s going to be very bad for Sinnoh law enforcement. It stinks of corruption, and once something like that gains a foothold, it will spread. I’m not sure how much I can do from where I am. But I think you have a good chance of finding out what’s going on.”

      Mike looked at the Lieutenant. “So, you want me sticking my neck out instead of you? I suppose that makes sense though, it’s basically what I’m here for. To do what you local folks can’t, or apparently won’t do.”

      Dodson looked relieved, and just a little guilty. “Look Kohler, there are some good cops here and in Hearthome City, men and women that I know I can trust. When it comes down to the wire, let me know. I’ll try to get as many together as I can to back you up. Here, this is my card, my personal number is on the back. And here’s the name and number of Sergeant Kamara in Hearthome. She can be trusted. In the meantime, I’ll try to gather what information I can from this end. If I find anything, I’ll leave a message for you at the Pokémon Center in Hearthome City.”

      They were coming to the east side of town. He took the two business cards and put them in his notebook. “Thanks Dodson. I appreciate it. I’ll be in touch soon.” Mike continued walking east with Pearl and Dodson turned and walked back into town.

      As they headed east on Route 203, Mike asked Pearl; “Well, what did you think of the Lieutenant?”

      Pearl looked at Mike and tilted her head. “Prinp?”

      “You don’t know either, huh? I’d like to believe him. I certainly hope he can come through like he said. But this case is getting thick and I’m not sure who we can trust. Either way, we should be able to get to Oreburgh by early afternoon. But I think we’d best push on and try to get to Hearthome City by tomorrow. Hopefully we’ll be able to find the missing pieces of the puzzle there.”

      They’d been on the road for about half an hour when they came across a young trainer who challenged them. Mike started to say they couldn’t battle right then, but Pearl nudged him hard in the thigh. He smiled and said, “Okay, I’ll battle you. I guess we could use the practice.” Pearl stepped forward, the boy threw out a Pokéball which popped open and released a Roselia.

      Mike said, “Pearl, cut!” The battle was on. Pearl had a tough time against the Roselia, but won in the end. Mike gave her a potion as the other trainer sent out his next Pokémon, a Monferno, the evolved form of the region’s fire-type starter. Mike squatted down next to Pearl and quietly said, “Okay Pearl, this will be good practice for what I think we’re going up against. Let’s see what kind of team we make.”

      “Prinplup!” Pearl exclaimed and nodded.

      The trainer gave a command; “Flame thrower!” The Monferno screeched “Ferno!” and shot a searing hot flame at Pearl.

      Mike shouted “Hydropump!” Pearl’s hydropump hit the flames just before they reached her and knocked them back. Steam hung over the battlefield. The young trainer said “Fury swipes!” The Monferno hit Pearl with a series of attacks using its claws. Pearl reeled back slightly and Mike said “Whirlpool.” A large swirl of cold water shot up and enveloped the Monferno, soaking it and damping its fires as well as dealing damage. Pearl continued to battle silently, but it felt like they were coming together as a team. Pearl was reacting almost instantaneously to his commands.

      The boy across from them ordered “Flamewheel!” The Monferno shouted “Mon!” and became enveloped in flame and shot towards Pearl. Mike began to shout “Pearl – Dodge!”, but she was moving before he’d finished her name, throwing herself to the left as the fiery Monferno shot past, brushing her right wing and causing her to spin and stumble. Mike could feel the heat as the ball of fire turned back towards its trainer. Pearl was already back up, “Brine!” The water attack shot towards the fire-ape whose trainer shouted “Dodge!” and the attack missed. Then the lingering whirlpool again doused the Monferno, spinning it around as well leaving it panting.

      The boy standing across from them hesitated a moment and said “Mach punch!” Mike said “Hydropump” at the same moment. The Monferno shouted again and balled up a fist that blurred from incredible speed and struck Pearl square in the chest, knocking her backward. As she stumbled back, she shot the hard jet of water square in her opponent’s face. Pearl dropped to one knee, but the Monferno tumbled backwards. It started to rise, then fell back over. The battle was over, Pearl had won.

      Mike bent down and gave Pearl another healing potion, then handed a couple of them to the young man who they had just battled. “That’s a strong Prinplup you’ve got there,” the boy said. “Odd how it never made any sound during the battle though. Kind of unnerved me a little I think.”

      Mike shrugged and said, “Well, I guess she just doesn’t have much to say. It seems to make her a little faster though, not wasting breath will all the shouting. Thanks for the battle, that Monferno is pretty tough.” He turned and walked in the direction of Oreburgh City.

      The path they were following began to get steeper and rockier. The road itself was fairly wide and well travelled but was tending upwards. It was late afternoon when they reached the short tunnel called the “Oreburgh Gate” that would take them to Oreburgh City. As they walked through the dimly lit tunnel a trainer challenged them; “Your Prinplup won’t stand a chance against my Shinx!” He threw out a Pokéball and out popped the dark-blue electric-type Pokémon.

      He stopped and turned towards the young man. He motioned for Pearl to wait where she was, and stepped over to a puddle of light cast by a flickering torch. The boy looked up at him and said, “So, are you going to battle me?” he had a determined look on his face. He was young and his inexperience peeked through behind the stubbornness.

      Mike sighed. That was the problem with travelling on foot. Every trainer and their Pokémon wanted to battle you. He remembered what it was like to be young and on your Pokémon journey – you were determined and always looking for a challenge. And you just didn’t refuse a challenge, it would be an insult. He’d have to catch another flying type one of these days; he could get around more easily. Not to mention quickly. But he didn’t think he was ready for that just yet, it was still too soon. He looked at Pearl who just tilted her head as if to say “it’s up to you.” He said; “Look kid, it’s been a long day for us, can we put this off till later, maybe tomorrow?”

      The boy and his Shinx looked at him, both had an almost identical sneer on their faces. “What’s the matter mister, you scared?”

      Mike rolled his eyes. He used to be just like that, all full of fire. He reached into his pack and pulled out a bottle with a spray nozzle on the top and tossed it over to the kid.

      “What’s this?” the trainer asked.

      “It’s the healing potion you’ll need in a minute. Are you ready?” The boy gave a curt nod and the Shinx set itself. Mike turned towards Pearl gave her a little bow, waving her forward and said, “Go ahead.”

      Pearl shot a stream of water at the little Shinx, hitting it square in the face. It shot back and struck the tunnel wall three feet behind it and slumped to the floor. The young trainer stood there with his mouth hanging open, water dripping from where he’d been splashed by the spray from the Hydropump. He gave himself a little shake then said, “Wow mister! That is the fastest attack I think I ever seen! And it was unbelievably powerful!”

      “Thanks. But to be honest, she kind of held back. Look after your Pokémon.” He pulled out another potion and handed it to the boy. “Here’s another one for later, in case you need it.” He started to turn away.

      “No, wait mister! I … I lost, I’m supposed to give you something …”

      “What’s your name?”

      “Uhm. Curtis …”

      A lot of memories were flooding in, good memories from his youth, of his first journey when he was a lot like this boy. Then some others that were more recent, more painful. Memories of going up against a woman with huge grudge against him. A woman who had seen her plans go up in smoke and was now facing prison because of him. A woman with murder in her heart and a strong Glalie and a very strong Electabuzz. They fired a combined attack directly at him – his Pidgeot intercepted it. The force of that attack caused part of a wall to collapse onto him and his ‘mon. She walked away laughing, with him pinned under half a ton of bricks. When the dust cleared and he’d been dug out, he had a couple of broken ribs, a broken arm and a concussion. His Pidgeot had taken the brunt of the attack as well as the collapsing wall – he did not survive.
      “Hang on to your money Curtis, and I’ll give you a little bit of advice. You’ve gotten a fair start on your journey. But, you need to learn to temper your passion and your aggressiveness a little bit. Battle with confidence, yes, but with respect as well – respect for your opponent, their Pokémon and their abilities, as well as respect for your own Pokémon.” Once again he turned towards Oreburgh and walked away with the sound of the young trainer spraying the healing medicine on his Shinx echoing through the cave.
      He looked down at Pearl as they walked away, thinking back to a ten year old Mikey Kohler. He was so full of himself then, just like the young man behind them. And just like him he had been full of piss and fire and ready to take on the world. “Hopefully that kid will settle down and learn that not everything goes your way all the time … before he becomes too angry and goes down the wrong path.”


Chapt. 6

      The sun had set by the time they trudged into Oreburgh City. Mike could tell it was a mining town just from the smell. Vent stacks scattered around the town attested to the fact that the mine itself, at least in part, ran directly under the city. These vents carried air out of the mines, air that was stale and musty and smelled of rock dust, explosives and the sweat of hard-working people and Pokémon. The buildings were built of stone from the mine and the roads were paved with it. It appeared that most of the buildings were roofed with solar panels, though he had seen power lines coming into town – he guessed most of that electricity went to the mine. The streets weren’t exactly dark, but he’d seen better lighting in other places, though a glow to the south showed where the mine and processing plant were.

      He stopped as he came to a “T” intersection just inside of town and pulled out the Trainer’s Handbook that Rusty had given him. As he flipped through the book, a woman in work clothes, wearing a hard hat stepped up to him with a smile and a handshake; “Are ya lookin’ for sometin’ mister?”

      She gave him directions to the Pokémon Center and, after checking that he knew the way, continued her walk home. As he walked up the street toward the other end of the town, he ran into several other mine-workers who were on their way home. Most everyone greeted or at least waved a “hi” to him. Many greeted Pearl as well or commented on how fine she looked. Apparently, it was a friendly town. And almost all of the workers he met had Pokémon with them as well, Pokémon that looked healthy and happy. He found the Pokémon Center and stepped through the automatic doors into a brightly lit, cheerful and sparkling interior. It was designed to be a place where trainers could not only get their Pokémon cared for, but could get a meal and a place to stay. The bright colors and atmosphere of caring and happiness were almost palpable. It all left Mike feeling a little uneasy.

      The Nurse with bright red hair and her Chansey took Pearl into the exam room to run the appropriate checks and recovery routines. She told Mike, “Sir, you can wait in the dining area if you’d like. I can bring your Prinplup out when she’s through.”

      “Her name is Pearl. I’ll just wait here, thanks.”

      They came back out a little while later. Pearl was all cleaned up, almost sparkling. Mike smiled and nodded at her. “Thanks Nurse, looks like Pearl feels a lot better.”

      The Nurse seemed to remember something; “Oh! Pearl! You must be ‘Mike’ then. I’d almost forgotten, I have a package and a letter for you. It’s back here in our mailroom, just a moment.” She stepped through another door and returned with an envelope and a box about ten inches across. “Here you go, you’re Mike Kohler, right? Professor Salvia had sent this over for you.”

      “Yes I am, thank you Nurse.” This unexpectedly cheered him up. He opened the envelope and started reading the short letter.

      “Mike, First off, there should be a box with some of Pearl’s special food; I thought you might be getting low by the time you got to Oreburgh.”

      “Good news Pearl, she sent along some of her special ‘mon food for you.” He frowned as he continued reading;

      “I also wanted to give you a bit of information. Not long after you had left with Pearl, a couple of rough characters showed up here asking about you. They wanted to know who you were, what you were doing at the Lab, where you were going and so on. They said they were Police Officers, but never showed any identification. They didn’t really seem like ‘good guys’ though. They tried to tell me I had to answer their questions or I’d be in ‘trouble’. One of them grabbed me by the arm and forced me into a chair while they questioned me. I didn’t tell them anything, just that you had asked about what the starters were in this region and what wild Pokémon there were around here. I think it satisfied them. I’m sure they were up to no good. Anyway, it seemed like they were following you. I don’t know what they’re doing, but do be careful.” It was signed “Div”.

      Mike examined the envelope, it seemed perfectly normal. The bottom of the box however showed signs of having been carefully re-taped. He opened it from the top and found a zip-top bag containing what appeared to be the food Professor Salvia had sent. He opened the bag and carefully sniffed at the contents. It didn’t smell quite right. Stepping back to the desk he asked the Nurse if they had a lab there for testing for poisons.

      “Well, yes sir, we do. Why?”

      “Would you be able to test a sample of this food to make sure it’s safe?”

      The Nurse was quite taken aback. “You think the Professor sent you tainted food?”

      He shook his head. “Not at all Nurse – I think someone got hold of this box before it was delivered to me.”

      “Oh! I don’t see how that would be very easy for anyone to do. Still, I can see you’re pretty set on this. Okay, I’ll set it up, the tests should be finished in an hour or so.”

      “Thank you very much Nurse. And please handle that food carefully till we find what, if anything is in it.” Mike was relieved he hadn’t had to pull out his official ID to force the issue. He really didn’t want to have his name floating around anymore than was necessary. It was bothersome that someone was tracking him and trying to find out what he was doing. It was worrying that they had paid a visit to Div’s Lab. And it was a little frightening that they might not be above tampering with Pearl’s food. He was going to have to be very careful.

      Stepping out through the main entrance, he walked around the side of the building. It was full dark now, so he found a place in the deep shadows and set up his small camp stove and boiled water. He broke a small piece off his cake of Pu-erh tea and set it to steep. Fortunately, there was still enough food in the pack for both of them to have a decent and safe meal. “People following me and tampering with our food”, he mumbled to himself. “I’m going to have to be careful or I’ll start getting even more paranoid than usual.”

      “Plup?” Pearl looked a little puzzled.

      “We’re both going to have to be careful Pearl. If they did tamper with your food like I think, there’s no telling what else they’ll try. For the time being, neither of us will be eating anything we aren’t certain of. That means food sealed up in cans for the most part.”

      “Prin … “ Pearl shook her head sadly.

      “Yeah, I know … and I’m not the greatest cook either. But we’ll both be a lot safer. And that means no more wild berries for us either. Fortunately, I think we’ve only got about a day’s travel to get to Hearthome City if we push hard.”

      They were both leaned back against the wall of the Center. Mike was sipping his tea and Pearl was drifting off to sleep when she suddenly stood up, on alert. Mike heard soft footsteps coming around the side of the building. He got to his feet as well. A female figure in a pink and white skirt with a cap on her head stepped around the corner.

      “Ah. Nurse, uh …”

      “Joy, of course.” She gave him a small smile.

      Mike had never quite gotten used to the P. W. L. practice of cloning from the original Nurse Joy. Still, it worked well for young trainers, they knew that they’d always find “Nurse Joy” at almost every Pokémon Center, she’d be honest and trustworthy, and their Pokémon would get the best care possible. To him, it was a little disturbing; he missed the anticipation of discovering who was behind the counter of the next Pokémon Center. “Of course, did you find anything with your analysis?”

      “Yes, I did. And you were right to be suspicious. Someone had sprinkled Stun Spore on the food. It was coating all the food as well as the inside of the bag. I’m not sure who you are, or what you’re involved in, but Professor Salvia said you were her friend, so that’s good enough for me. But, it does seem that someone didn’t want your partner there to be able to do much.”

      “What would’ve happened if she’d eaten that?”

      “Stun Spore is usually inhaled during an attack, so eating it wouldn’t have quite the same effect. She wouldn’t have been paralyzed, but she would’ve gotten sick. The concentration I found on the food wasn’t terribly high, but if you’d fed it to her for a couple of meals, the effect would have been cumulative. There would probably have been some lethargy, she would’ve slowed down. She wouldn’t have been able to think as quickly or as clearly either. It would have been similar to a person with a case of the flu. Once she had stopped eating that food, the effect would have been gone in a day or two.”

      “So basically, she wouldn’t have been effective in a battle, right?”

      “That’s right. At the concentration in that bag, you probably wouldn’t even try a battle … you probably wouldn’t have been travelling either. You would’ve seen that Pearl was sick and probably have brought her back to me. If it had been a lower dose, you might not have noticed until you were in a battle. It is unlikely a Pokémon who had eaten something like that could win a battle. Their reactions would be slow, both in their dodging, as well as reacting to commands.”

      “Would there be any lasting effects?”

      “I don’t think there would be. As I said, the effects would probably be gone after a couple of days. Also, a Full Heal would clear it out pretty quickly, as would a Lum Berry. But, Mike, what would be the point of doing something like this?”

      “That’s a good question. Thank you very much Nurse Joy. I’d appreciate it if we kept this confidential.”

      “Of course Mike. I’m glad I could help.” She walked back around the front of the building. There was a flare of yellow-orange light and an agonized scream. They ran around the corner of the building in time to see a flaming body collapse to the ground. Mike shouted; “Pearl! Water!” Pearl was already spraying down the Nurse’s writhing body. Then there came a gravelly laugh from above them. He looked up to see a black mass blotting out the stars above the roof of the Center.

      “That is what happens to people who get in my way – DETECTIVE! You are sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong. Leave Sinnoh to me or you’ll get the same!” The black mass spread out further, there was a rush of wind and they flew off, a spark of flame trailing behind.

      By this time Chansey had rushed out with sheets and a spray bottle of one of the healing potions. He knew they worked on people, but didn’t know if it would be enough for this. Joy was horribly burned and unconscious. Still, when the spray contacted her burned skin, she gasped awake and was able to sob as the pain began to subside. Many people who had been in the area were rushing to help, someone had called the Police. The gravely injured Nurse was carefully lifted onto a blanket and carried into her own Pokémon Center.

      A Police Sergeant walked over to the corner of the building where they were waiting for things to calm down. “One of the folks tells me you were the first one there when this happened. Mind if I get your name?”

      He reached into his coat and the Sergeant took a step back. “It’s okay Sarge, just getting my ID out for you.” He carefully pulled open his coat so the Officer could see the pocket and reached in with two fingers to pull out his wallet. He flipped open the wallet with his badge and ID. “You’re a bit jumpy aren’t you?”

      “Hell Detective, after what just happened, who wouldn’t be? There’s been other things too … I guess you probably know about what happened over in Hearthome?”

      “Can’t really say what I know about. Why don’t you tell me?”

      Sergeant Tomaka filled Mike in, but wasn’t able to tell him anything new. He asked; “Do you think this is connected with all of that, Detective?”

      “I don’t know.” But to himself he was thinking; “Oh hell yeah it’s connected. It’s completely fucking connected.”

      “One of the witnesses lived in that house just up the street. He saw a mass of flames shoot down from the roof of the Center and engulf Nurse Joy. Said she’d just come from around the side of the building.”

      “She had been talking to me about some tests she had been running.”

      “Ah. Did these ‘tests’ have anything to do with whatever you’re working on?” Tomaka looked at Mike’s bland face. “You can’t say, okay, I can understand that.”

      “Look Sergeant, I need to get over to Hearthome City. What’s the shortest route to get there?”

      “There’s only the one ‘route’, through the southern part of Mt. Moon. But that’s not the fastest way. The mine keeps several flying Pokémon of various sizes for doing quick errands, picking up needed repair parts, getting people to meetings and so forth. I would think you could get them to fly you over there.”

      The Sergeant turned back towards the patch of scorched pavement and grass. “At least it was just a clone, not a person.”

      Mike grabbed the Sergeant by the shirt and pulled him close to his face. “Sergeant, you remember one damned thing. She was here to help people and Pokémon. The law has given her the same rights and protections that the rest of us have and she sure as hell did not fucking deserve that. You got that ‘SERGEANT’?”

      “Yes sir! I’m sorry sir!”

      “I’d say she is a better human than you!”

      Mike released him and walked down along the building to gather his belongings. He was seething with anger. “If I had time, I’d get that son of a bitch busted down to sewer inspector.” As he calmed down he realized that the friendliness of the townspeople would be a blessing now. There would be plenty of help for Nurse Joy. He had seen it in the faces of the people as they gathered around her. The bigoted cop did not represent the people here. They cared. He shouldered his pack and walked towards the glow that showed him where the Oreburgh mine was. “Alright Pearl, let’s go see if we can hitch a lift.”

      He pulled open the door to the main building and stepped inside. A security guard with a Luxray standing next to her stopped him. “I’m sorry sir, but the building isn’t open to visitors right now.” Mike pulled out his ID and showed it to the woman. He sighed and thought “so much for keeping a low profile.”

      The guard saluted him and said, “I’m sorry sir, I didn’t know you were with the C. I. Branch.”

      Mike gave her a wry grin, “Good, I try not to look like I am. Are there any of the mine executives around right now?”

      “Yes sir, the Vice President in charge of transportation is in. Would he do?”

      “I think he is exactly who I need to talk to.” The guard locked the door then led him up to the executive offices. The VP, a Mr. Douglas, was very willing to lend the services of one of their Fearows. They went up to a rooftop aviary and Mr. Douglas called out to the large bird and gave it the order to fly Mike to the Pokémon Center in Hearthome City.

      Mike slung his pack to his back, tightened the shoulder straps and latched the chest strap. Once he was sure it was secure, he pulled out Pearl’s Pokéball and turned towards her. She put her wings on her hips and shook her head in a decisive “no”. “C’mon Pearl, it’ll lighten Fearow’s load and you’ll be safer in there.” She shook her head again.

      Mr. Douglas laughed. “Well Mr. Kohler, I’d say she’s made up her mind. Don’t worry, though. This Fearow is one of our best trained and strongest fliers. It’s never lost a load or a passenger. And it can easily carry two people, so you and your Prinplup won’t be a problem, will it Fearow?”

      Fearow squawked at Mike and nodded its head once. He dropped the Pokéball back into his pocket, glanced at the Fearow and hesitated. He hadn’t flown on a Pokémon for a long time. Pearl nudged him in the back; he shook himself then helped her onto the brown-feathered back and climbed on behind her. “Thanks Mr. Douglas, I appreciate the help.” He leaned forward as the large bird launched itself into the night sky.

      They touched down lightly in the street in front of the Hearthome Pokémon Center. Mike got down and helped Pearl to the ground. “Thanks for the smooth ride Fearow! You’re a fast flyer, that’s for sure!”

      Pearl gave a sad-sounding “Prin.” Mike looked down at her as she leaned against his leg, swaying just a little.

      “I told you you’d be better off inside your Pokéball.” She just gave him a dirty look and he grinned back at her.

      The long, feathered head cocked around at him and it said “Fearow!” and winked. They stepped back as it spread its wings and leapt back into the night sky.

      Mike looked around and didn’t see anybody, though he didn’t really expect anyone at this late hour. He checked the front of the Pokédex, it was 1:30 in the morning. Pearl was looking around too, but didn’t act as though she saw or heard anyone.

      Walking over to the door of the Center, it quietly slid open and they stepped inside. The lobby lights were dimmed and there was no one on any of the sofas or chairs. He stepped to the counter and looked around. There was a button with a sign that said “ring for after-hours service.” He pushed it once. A few moments later a large pink Pokémon stepped through a door. It was bigger than the Chansey at the Oreburgh Center. It smiled and said “Blissey!”

      Mike was curious and opened his Pokédex, but muted the speaker. He read “Blissey, the Happiness Pokémon. It is kindhearted and loves helping people. Blissey is the evolved form of Chansey. This Pokémon nurses sick Pokémon back to health. It senses feelings of sadness.” He noted that this Blissey was a female and very high level.

      “Hi Blissey. Thanks for helping us this late. We need a room, but we really need to have one by ourselves. We can’t really share with other trainers tonight … can you help us out?”

      Blissey nodded, “Blissey bliss!” It pulled out an old-fashioned, bound, ledger book, laid it on the counter in front of Mike and pushed a pen towards him. The front of the book had “after-hours register” neatly hand-printed in ink. He looked up at Blissey, then shrugged and opened the book. He had to flip towards the back before finding a partially blank page. He wrote “Mike”, started to write his last name then thought better of it and left it as “K.” He left the “occupation” column blank and wrote “Johto” under “home town”.

      Blissey pulled a key-card from under the counter and walked down a dim hallway leading towards the back of the building. About half-way down, she stopped and passed the card over the lock on a door with a “7” on it. Mike stepped inside and was pleased to see nobody else in the room. “Thanks Blissey.”

      “Bliss – sey” she quietly replied and walked back up the hall.

      Mike shut the door and put on the privacy lock. The room was nothing fancy and pretty typical for a Pokémon Center. There was a desk and chair and a couple of cloth-upholstered armchairs at the end of the room by the window. Two sets of wood bunk beds on either side of the room allowed the room to accommodate four trainers comfortably. The beds and other furnishings were simple but comfortable. A single overhead light and a desk lamp provided ample lighting. Each bunk had a small reading light as well.

      He set his pack on one of the beds, opened it and drew out a pint bottle whiskey. Taking a long pull at the bottle he sighed and said, “Damn, I needed that!” Next, he dug down a little and pulled out two steel cans connected by a piece of string. Taking a small sewing kit from a side pocket, he pulled out a heavy-duty safety pin. He pushed the pin into the door frame above the door then carefully hung the string on it so the cans dangled in front of the door.

      Pearl was giving him a questioning look. “It’s a cheap door alarm is all,” he said, choosing to answer that instead of any question about the whiskey. “If anyone tries to open the door while we’re sleeping, the cans will slip off the pin and make enough noise to wake us up.” He turned toward the window and looked it over. There wasn’t much he could do with that, though it did have a dead-bolt type lock at the bottom of the window, so he set that and just hoped for the best. He looked at the clock on the desk and saw it was just past 2:00 am. He set the alarm for 6:30. Taking another drink from the bottle, he closed it and slipped it back into his pack. “Let’s get what sleep we can. I’m tired as hell and I reckon you must be too.” He looked over at the bed across from him and saw she was already asleep.
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Chapt. 7

      A buzzing sound jolted both of them awake. Pearl was on her feet in an instant and looking for the source of the harsh sound. Mike had rolled out of bed into a crouch. He sighed and hit the “off” button on the alarm clock. He never had liked being awakened by an alarm clock – they always startled him too much. He’d spent a good deal of money over the years replacing the ones he’d smashed. He restrained from damaging this one, though clearly Pearl was considering it.

      He sagged back into the bed he had just bolted out of. Scrubbing at his scalp, he squeezed his eyes shut. Sitting on the edge of the bed he opened his pack and got their breakfast started.

      A strong cup of Pu-erh tea and a tin of stew helped to wake him up. Pearl ate daintily at the last of the Pokémon food that Professor Salvia had given them. As she finished, she looked sadly at her empty bowl. “I know, Pearl. And I don’t know how long we’ll be here finishing this up, so we’ll see what the Center has that can’t be tampered with. After that we’ll make some phone calls.”

      When they got to the lobby they found a vending machine meant for after-hours service which had sealed tins of Pokémon food. He purchased a few tins for water-type Pokémon and snacks for himself and dropped them in his coat pocket. The public phones were arranged along one wall and were simply divided by short partitions providing no real privacy. He turned to the counter where Hearthome’s Nurse Joy was helping a couple of trainers who were getting their Pokémon back. He stepped over as they left. She looked a little drawn, her eyes red and tired looking and her usually perfectly pressed clothes were wrinkled and her hair was slightly disheveled. “Hi Nurse Joy, would you happen to have a more private phone I could use?”

      “Oh, are you the ‘Mike K.’ who checked in early this morning?”

      “That’s right. Blissey was a big help.”

      “Are you also the ‘Mike’ that saved my cousin in Oreburgh?” Her eyes started to tear up. She waved at her rumpled dress and stained apron and said, “I went over there to help and was with her all night.” She seemed a little embarrassed and seemed to be mentioning this as an excuse for her appearance. “I haven’t even been able to change clothes yet.”

      “Well, yeah, I am. I’m glad you were able to go help her. How’s she doing?”

      The Nurse looked up at him with grateful eyes. She pushed some stray hairs back into place and straightened her apron and brushed her skirt. “We were able to stabilize her and get fluids going in an I.V. She’s going to be okay. We owe you and your Prinplup a lot for getting the fire out so quickly. If it had kept burning …”, she started crying and couldn’t continue for a moment. Mike watched as she took a breath and blotted her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she continued. “This isn’t very dignified of me.”

      “That’s alright, you’re only human and that’s a pretty normal reaction. And I know you’re close to your ‘cousins’.”

      “Oh! Thank you! That is so kind of you to say. Did you know that one of the mine workers was nearby when you chewed out that cop?” She gave him a very endearing, slightly mischievous and dimpled grin. “It means so much to any of us when someone says something like you did. Word is getting around and we all really appreciate it.

      “And yes, there is a phone in the office, right back here.” She motioned him behind the counter and into a small office. The furnishings were simple; two metal bookshelves full of books on Pokémon training, types, health and injuries and some old ledgers and a few photos and novels. There was a moderate sized, simple, gray industrial desk up against the third wall. It was arranged so that you would be facing the door as you sat at it. A large, very modern, flat-screen computer monitor, keyboard and mouse were in the middle of the desk. The video telephone was on the end against the wall. Most everything except the phone and computer were well used, functional and simple. “The phone is on the Pokémon Center’s network and is quite secure. Take as much time as you need.”

      Sitting down in the well-used leather desk chair, he looked up and thanked her. The cute red-head with the dimples smiled and closed the door. Pearl sat in the only other chair in the corner behind the door. Mike punched in the number of Deputy Director Rawlson. The screen stayed blank, but a voice answered; “Rawlson here. Oh, hey Mike! How’re you doing?” The screen flickered to a display of the face at the other end.

      “Hi Pete. Thought I’d check in, keep you from getting on my ass about it later.”

       “Damn right!” The Deputy Director grinned at him. “Oh, I got a call from the Chief of Police in Oreburgh. God awful mess with what happened to their Nurse Joy. And it seems like you really stirred things up there.”

      “I just talked with Joy here in Hearthome and it sounds like her cousin in Oreburgh is going to be okay.”

      “That’s how it sounds yeah. But I was talking about your conversation with someone named ‘Tomaka’.”

      “Oh, that asshole.”

      Pete bellowed with laughter. “Yeah, I’d say that sizes him up pretty well. It seems that their Chief arrived on scene just in time for the end of your conversation. Tomaka tried to report you for your ‘assault’ on him. But, even if the Chief hadn’t already been there, two of the locals had overheard Tomaka’s remarks too. So his ‘complaint’ ended on the spot. Did you know that Nurse Joy is rather well respected, even adored, in Oreburgh?”

      “I saw how everyone there was jumping in to help right away …”

      “That particular Nurse Joy has been taking care of both the miners and their Pokémon for quite a while now. I’m told she has gone down into the mine itself many times to stabilize the injured. She’s saved a lot of lives. I understand that more than a few residents were expressing their unhappiness with the Sergeant. Lucky for him the Chief is a local and was able to get the situation calmed down. Tomaka damned near got shipped out to another town, but he’d been there long enough that he had a few friends who were ready to stand up for his general character. He’s going to spend the next two weeks helping Chansey at the Pokémon Center and then he’s going to walk a beat down in the mine for a while. The Chief thinks it’ll give him a better perspective on things.”

      “Well, hopefully it’ll work. He was helpful … up till he pissed me off.

      “Anyway, I wanted to fill you in on that as well as the situation with those counterfeit badges.” Mike explained what he’d found in Jubilife City and what had happened in Oreburgh.

      “So that’s what happened to James.” Mike saw him scribble a note. “But you don’t think that he’s involved in what happened in Hearthome?”

      “He said he wasn’t. I don’t know how far I can trust him, but my gut says I can on this. I don’t think he would’ve come to talk to me like that if he was. Hell, I don’t think I’d be sitting here if he was involved in the killing. He had the opportunity to do what he wanted after he knocked me out, but I’m still alive.”

      “Okay. Let me know if you need anything from my end. And be careful. Remember, you’re dealing with someone who is more than a little Zubat-crazy.”

      They disconnected and Mike leaned back in the chair. He wondered just what the killer was up to and just how far he would go. He activated the phone and dialed the Pokémon Lab in Sandgem Town. A young fellow in a lab coat answered and Mike asked for Professor Salvia.

      “I’m sorry, but the Professor isn’t in right now and we’re not sure when she’ll be back. I’m one of her assistants, may I help you?”

      “Do you know where she is? I’d really like to speak with her directly.”

      “I’m, uh, not really able to tell you where she is right now …”

      Mike disconnected the call. He banged his fist on the desk in frustration. Pearl had heard the conversation and had jumped up, ready to go. “Settle down. If something has happened to her, the best hope we have is to figure out what is going on. We’re not going to do that by rushing around with no plan.” She looked a little annoyed, but sat back down. He entered another number. The phone was picked up after several rings, no picture. A woman said “hello?”

      “Sergeant Kamara? I’m Mike Kohler, Lieutenant Dodson in Jubilife City suggested I call you.”

      “Oh, hi. Uh, yes, hang on a moment.” There was the sound of a chair scraping on the floor, followed a few moments later by the sound of a door opening and closing, then footsteps in gravel. “Okay, I can talk now. The name’s Monica. How can I help?”

      “Well, first, do you know a bookie by the name of ‘Billy Bets’?”

      “Oh, him,” she said in a flat tone. “Yeah, I know him. Gambling isn’t really legal, but it isn’t exactly discouraged either. He’s built quite a business on making book on various things, primarily Pokémon gym battles and Elite Four and Champion battles. Look, why don’t I meet you somewhere. I’d rather talk in person.”

      “Okay, I’m at the Pokémon Center right now.”

      “Perfect! I’ll be there in about five minutes.” She hung up.

      He stepped to the door and saw there were no trainers in the lobby. Nurse Joy had apparently changed as her dress and apron were fresh again and her hair, still damp, was pulled back into a bun. He stepped over to her, “Thanks for the use of the phone. I’m afraid I’ll need to use your office a little while longer, I’m expecting someone and we need a place we can talk. But, I’ll return the favor; I strongly suggest that you carefully check your stocks of Pokémon food for contamination, especially by Stun Spore. I have reason to believe that someone has been tainting some food supplies with it.”

      A shocked look sprang onto her face and she said; “Who would …? Oh. The same guy. Okay. I’ll go do that right away.”

      A few moments later the front doors slid open and a woman stepped in and looked around. Seeing him standing at the counter, she stepped over and asked; “You’re Mike?” She was dark with black, close-cropped hair. Short and stocky, Mike could see she was muscular, built a like a wrestler. She wore a brown sport coat over a tan shirt and dress slacks. Slight bulges under the jacket showed where she kept several Pokéballs, as well as an expandable baton on her belt. A small 2-way radio was also clipped to the belt as was a handcuff case. He also noticed that she appeared to be wearing heavy shorts under her tan dress pants.

      Monica had noticed him quickly taking in the details of her apparel as well as the items she carried. She had been doing the same, taking note of the fact that he apparently didn’t carry any Pokéballs. When she saw his eyes linger a moment on her hips, she grinned at him. “You noticed my shorts? Well, I found early on that dress pants don’t hold up well in a fight – and it’s rather embarrassing when your silk panties end up flappin’ in the breeze.”

      He smiled back at her and nodded understanding. “Let’s step in here and talk. Nurse Joy has given me the use of her office.” Mike stepped around the desk. Pearl got up from the chair and moved over between the bookshelves. As the Hearthome officer sat down, Mike said; “Would you please turn off your radio. Also, I gather from our phone conversation that you have a cell phone, please turn that off as well.”

      She paused a moment, then nodded. She took the radio from her belt, turned it off and set it on the desk. A black and silver cell phone came from an inside jacket pocket and she turned it off, laying it next to the radio. She hesitated a moment, then removed the batteries from both items. “That okay?”

      “It should be. Thanks. Lieutenant Dodson over in Jubilife City told me I could trust you. But I’m finding that I need to be very careful right now.”

      “And you’re not sure just how far you can trust Dodson, right?” She shot him her big grin again.

      “Well, yes, that’s about right. The case I’ve been asked to look into is very – complicated.”

      She leaned forward in her chair to look directly at him. “Look, we both know I can’t prove to you right now whether I’m trustworthy or not. But, I’m already being ostracized by some people in the department because I’m too honest to take the money that’s going around. I’m beginning to think the only reason I’m still here is they haven’t figured a clean way to get rid of me … yet. But I will do everything I can to help you. I know what you’re here for and, as you said, the case is ‘complicated’. But if something can be done now, we may just be able to save the Hearthome Police Department from going down the sewer along with everything else.”

      He studied her face and saw honesty there. He sure hoped he was right. “Tell me about the murder.”

      She was the second Officer on the scene. The body and the area around it were still smoldering when she arrived. The body had been found by a beat cop who had seen the smoke and decided to check on it. One of the investigators had suggested that it was a “rogue” Pokémon, but finding two bullets in the chest during the autopsy put the lie to that. The autopsy was also when they found the counterfeit badge. She continued; “I started to ask around about what was being done with the investigation and was told, in no uncertain terms, that I’d better drop it. It was a rogue Pokémon, that was all. The thing was, the victim had five Pokéballs on his belt that he hadn’t even touched. If he’d been attacked by a wild ‘mon, I think he would’ve pulled at least one. I didn’t hear about the autopsy results until a week later. And then, only because I ran into the Coroner at a coffee shop. I went back out where we’d found him, but by then, the crime scene was pretty fucked up.

      “Before I’d learned about the autopsy, I had flown over to Sandgem Town to the Pokémon Lab. I tried very hard to get Professor Salvia to admit that a wild ‘mon could kill a person. In the end, she ended up convincing me that it just wasn’t very likely. That raised my suspicions, of course. Hearing about the bullets clinched it.

      “I’m afraid that one or more people in the Hearthome PD are trying very hard to cover up what happened. They’re protecting someone, possibly themselves, but someone else too.”

      “You’re the one who sent the copy of the file to the C. I. B., aren’t you?”

      “Yeah. I was at a loss as to what to do. I knew I couldn’t do much on my own, I was out of my depth. I’ve been in burglary division and I’ve been a beat cop. Murder is something else entirely. And a gun? Shit! I’ve never even seen one. I hoped that with that file, the P. W. L. cops wouldn’t ignore it.” She sagged back in her chair, clearly exasperated by the situation. Shaking her head, she looked up at him. “Mike, I’ve never seen anything so horrible as this. And when I came to the realization that a person had done this … it still makes me sick. So, yeah, I’ll give you all the help I can … if you’ll have me.”

      He nodded. “Besides the Staraptor that delivered the file, what kinds of Pokémon do you have with you?”

      “I’ve got a Torterra and a …”

      He interrupted her; “No, what types do you have with you?”

      “Oh, uh, the Torterra is a Grass type. And I’ve got an Ice type, one Rock and one Fighting type, plus Staraptor.”

      “Okay, you’d better leave the Grass and Ice types here with Nurse Joy. I’m sure she’s got a secure storage for them.” She seemed to hesitate, so he explained; “Look, we are going up against a very powerful Fire-type ‘mon. I think it’s a Charizard. I got a glimpse of it in Oreburgh and it is huge, and it doesn’t hold back on its fire attacks regardless of what, or who, the target is. It might kill a Grass or Ice type without thinking twice. Your others have more of a chance if it comes down to it.”

       “Oh. Okay. Yeah, I guess this guy is pretty fucked up.”

      He stepped around the desk and Pearl stood up with him. “Yeah, he is.” He held out his hand and Monica stood up and shook it. He opened the door, then started to add; “I hope your life …”
      She finished the thought; “… my life insurance is paid up? Yeah, it is. I hope you don’t always end conversations with bad clichés.”

      As the three of them stepped out of the office, they found Nurse Joy at the counter. “Hi Sergeant Kamara!” She turned to Mike, “Thank you for the heads up on the Pokémon food. About half of our stock was contaminated. Chansey is dumping it into the incinerator right now. I did save several samples … just in case you needed them.”

      “Thank you Nurse Joy. Please keep those samples locked up for me. Oh, while I’m thinking about it, can you contact whoever is filling in for your cousin in Oreburgh and have them check their food supplies for the same kind of contamination? With everything that was going on, we didn’t get it checked. Also, the Sergeant needs to store a couple of her Pokémon here for a while, and I’m not too confident about the usual stasis system. Do you have a secure physical storage for them?”

      “Of course. There’s a floor safe in the office that is designed specifically for Pokéballs.” She took the Sergeant’s two Pokéballs, checked the ID’s on them, went into the office and returned a few minutes later. She handed a slip of paper to Mike, “That is the combination, just in case you need to get them back out and I’m ... not available. The safe is right under the desk.

      “Oh, and I’ll move your bag from your room into my office. That way I can lock it up and keep an eye on it as well.”

      “Thank you very much Nurse Joy. You have been a tremendous help.”

      As they turned to leave, she said, “Thank you Mike, and both of you be very careful.”

      The main entrance of the Pokémon Center slid closed behind them as they carefully looked up and down the street. “First, I want to see where you found the body, there might still be something to be found. How far is it?”

      “A couple of miles, just west of town. I’ve got my bike parked around the corner. I think we can fit all three of us if we scrunch up a bit. What was that about contaminated food?”

      Mike filled her in on what Nurse Joy in Oreburgh had found in the food he had been sent. “So, I had Joy check the food supplies here, just in case. Good thing I did I guess.”

      She considered this for a moment, looked over at him and started to speak. He stopped her and said, “No, I don’t know for certain that it’s connected. But after what happened in Oreburgh, I’d bet my last Pokéball that it is.”

      She shrugged and walked around the corner into a narrow side-street. Mike’s vision of the three of them trying to ride a bicycle vanished in a puff of black and chrome. A big Yamaha Roadliner was parked next to the building. Monica said, “If I stay forward, you can sit on the back and your Prinplup can sit between us.” She walked up to the big bike and looked it over, carefully checking that nothing had been obviously tampered with. “It looks okay.” She put in the key, pushed the starter and it sparked to life with a deep, whispery rumble. She looked the bike over again and nodded. Picking up the black helmet from the seat, she swung a leg over the bike and settled in as far forward as she could. She looked at the helmet, then back at Mike and Pearl, shrugged and set it on the sidewalk. “It won’t protect me from bullets.” She rolled the machine off the kickstand and looked back with a grin spreading across her face; “You know… we could sure end up paranoid after all of this.”

      “I already am.” He settled onto the back of the seat and helped Pearl to her place between them. Gathering up the long trench coat he wore, he said, “Let’s go.”

      A twist of the throttle and the bike sped up the street.


Chapt. 8

       Monica brought the bike to a stop in a clearing just west of town. Mike swung off the back of the bike and helped Pearl down as the bike’s engine shut down. The area was quiet. A few flying-type Pokémon were singing and bug-types were chirping, enjoying the early morning warmth.

      “The body was just over here.” She pointed the direction. The clearing was to the north side of the road, surrounded by bushes and trees which thickened into forest as you got further from the road. Walking a few yards into the clearing, she waved her arm at the spot.

      Mike would’ve been able to find it on his own. There was a patch of mostly bare ground around a man-sized patch of still growing grass. In the bare section he could still see the scorched remains of clumps of grass, some starting to show new growth. He squatted down by the patch of growing grass … something didn’t seem right, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He walked around the burned section and examined some of the shrubbery around it.

      “Monica, you see how elongated that burned patch is? And see how the shrubs at the other end are seared as well? Does that suggest anything to you?”

      She looked at the burned area and walked over to the shrubs. “I hadn’t noticed the searing of those bushes before. And the burn pattern seems to spread wider at first, then gets narrower in that direction …”

      “When I looked at the burn pattern on the ground in Oreburgh, it was a smaller oval, and spread out in an almost fan-shape. I know that one came from a high angle – he was on the roof of the Center when he attacked.”

      “So this one is narrower and longer? It sounds like it came from a much lower angle?”

      “That’s right. And that also means that the attack came from over there, to the left. Yes, see this smaller burned patch of grass here, and another over here? This oran berry bush has been singed as well. It looks like the Charizard stood about here, those burns are from its tail. Let’s start looking around here and see what else we can find.”

      The only other thing they found as they looked around was that there had been any number of people visiting the scene. Mike asked, “Is there anything special about this spot?”

      “Not really. It’s just a clearing. Since it’s so close to town, people rarely stop on their way out of town since they’re just starting out. And people coming in are usually close enough to push on to town.”

      “Did you notice much blood around, or under the body? I’m not seeing any right now.”

      “Hm. No, I hadn’t noticed any. But at the time, we were still thinking that he’d died from the burns.”

      “That’s what seems wrong here. Okay, let’s go pay a visit to the Gym and see what Fantina can tell us.”

      They got aboard the big road bike and Monica turned it back towards town. As they sped back down the road Mike mulled over the crime scene. Several things nagged at him about the scene. If the victim had been killed at the clearing, being shot by a gun, he thought there should be at least some blood. That means that he’d been killed somewhere else, then dropped in the clearing and burned there. But killed where … and why?

      They arrived at the Hearthome City Gym and Monica parked at the back of the building. She led them to a side door and into an area with several offices opening off a small lobby. Mike bent down to whisper to Pearl, “Stay close. Don’t eat anything anyone tries to give you, okay?” Pearl nodded once.

      A receptionist behind a polished wooden desk greeted the Sergeant. Monica replied, “Hi Winnie. We need to see Fantina. Is she in?”

      “She is. I’ll let her know you’re here.” She spoke into the phone, “Fantina, Sgt. Kamara is here to see you. … Okay, I’ll bring them back. … I’m sorry, yes, she has someone else with her.” Winnie disconnected the phone and led them down a short hallway.

      They stepped into a large office with a big window overlooking a well-manicured garden in the middle of a large courtyard. A thick, plush silver-gray carpet covered the floor. The office was decorated in a modern style with a lot of glass and shining steel. The desk was stainless steel and topped with thick glass. A moderate sized touch-screen computer lay on the desk. Shelves lined the left and right walls and displayed several books, keepsakes, trophies and so forth. A few framed magazine covers with Fantina pictured on them adorned the walls. There were some file cabinets to the right, behind the desk. Three chairs faced the desk with a comfortable sofa off to the right.  A small wet bar was situated on the opposite side of the desk from the file cabinets. Everything was bright, stylish and expensive and was kept very neat and in its place.

      Fantina stood up from behind her desk to greet them. She was thin, her hair colored purple and in a complicated coiffure. She was wearing a simple gray suit with pink highlights. She had the look of a fashion model, but close inspection revealed tell-tale lines at the corners of her eyes showing the years creeping up on her. “Bonjour mes amis! ‘Ow are vous today? Have a seat, s'il vous plaît. Oh! Eet iz all zo regrettable!”

      Mike shook her hand and sat in one of the chairs, Monica sat next to him and Pearl sat on the sofa. He looked up and asked; “Don’t you find it hard to maintain the accent all the time?”

      Fantina sighed and sat down. “Sometimes, but it is part of the image.” She gave a small smile and asked, “What gave it away?”

      “I’ve had the opportunity to spend a fair bit of time in France. Your French, well, it didn’t sound quite genuine.”

      “Ah. Well, my publicist thought it would be a good image to project. Now I’ve been using it so long, I think I’m stuck with it.”

      “My name is Mike Kohler. I’m a Detective with the C. I. B. of the Pokémon World League. I’m working with Sergeant Kamara here, trying to find out what happened to Mr. Peterson. What can you tell me about him? How long had you known him, what kind of person was he?”

      “He was a good kid; a good student and hard worker. Certainly one of the best I’ve had here, and I was considering him as the Assistant Gym Leader to run things and handle gym battles when I was away. He was very responsible. He will … would have been a Gym Leader himself one day. He’d been here a little over three years. I didn’t know much about his personal life outside of the gym … to be honest, I don’t think he had much life outside, he was dedicated to perfecting his knowledge and skills as a trainer.”

      “What about his friends? Did he spend time with anyone in particular, any romantic interests?”

      “Well, as far as I know, Jimmy’s friends were here at the gym. I know he was fairly close to another of the senior trainers, a boy named Louie Finch. Louie came here a short time after Jimmy, and they had known each other in school in Jubilife City. I haven’t heard about any ‘romantic interests’ as you put it, nothing serious anyway. I gather he went out on dates with various girls, but he hadn’t singled anyone out. The students here are allowed their privacy and free time, so it isn’t unusual that I wouldn’t know a lot about their private lives. Granted, because he was my best student I was a little closer to Jimmy than most of the others, but I didn’t intrude on his private life.”

      Mike thought it was a shame she hadn’t – she might have been able to give them something. Out loud, he asked; “Where was Jimmy supposed to be on the day he was killed?”

      “He had been teaching our beginners class in the morning. We run several classes for youngsters who are just starting out. If my senior apprentices are good enough, and Jimmy was, I have them teach most of these classes. After that, he was supposed to work on the set up for a Gym Battle with a trainer we were expecting that afternoon. Jubilife TV was going to televise it, so he was also going to assist them with their camera feeds – they generally tap directly off the video system in the Gym and then add a couple of their own cameras. But, he came to me shortly after the morning classes and said he was going out to get Pokémon food.”

      “Were you low on Pokémon food?”

      “Well, now that you mention it, I didn’t think we were. That is a little odd. We get regular deliveries to the gym, along with other supplies such as medicines, fresh vegetables, other food stuffs and so forth. I wonder why we were low?”

       Mike shrugged, “It probably isn’t important. Can we see his room?”

      As they walked out of the office the Sergeant quietly asked him, “That bit with the food, odd coincidence with what you’ve found. You think it’s connected?”

      He nodded and whispered back, “Probably. A lot of loose ends yet.”

      Fantina led them to the other side of the building from the offices. They walked down a short hallway with a door on either side then through the left-hand door. It opened into a largish room with ten beds arranged in a barracks style. There were four doors along the left side of the room and these opened into small private apartments. At the far end of the dorm a sliding door opened into the bathing area.

      “This is the boy’s dormitory. The girl’s dorm is through the door across the hall. The four apartments to the left are for the senior apprentices. Right now I have, well had, two senior male apprentices and two senior girls. The room with the padlock on it was Jimmy’s. Here are the keys and a master key card.”

      He unlocked the padlock then swiped the card on the door. They stepped into a single-room apartment. It was a modest size and comfortable enough for one person. A good-sized desk was pushed up against the right hand wall. An open door next to the desk revealed a clothes closet. A single bed in the corner, a chest of drawers and a tall bookcase completed the furnishings. There was a braided rug on the floor by the bed. Books were scattered around the room with a couple of them open on the desk.

      “Thank you Fantina. I think we’re going to be here for a little while. If you could have that friend of Jimmy’s, was it Louie? Yes, have him come down here, I’d really appreciate it.”

      After Fantina left, Mike asked, “Sergeant, did you come in here after the murder?”

      “I did.” She looked around, “I think everything looks the same.”

      “Did you find his computer?”

      “No … but when I was here before, I didn’t know what had actually happened. So, mainly I was just here to secure the room. We had maintenance put the hasp on the door and I locked it up. I’m sorry, I didn’t look for a computer or anything else really.” She stepped back to the door and inspected the hasp and lock. “These look okay, the screws were new and they don’t look like they’ve been removed. The lock was new too, I removed it from the package and gave Fantina both keys.”

      “Okay. Let’s see what we can find” and he started looking through the desk. Monica was looking through the chest of drawers.

      Pearl wandered into the room and looked around, then bent down and peered under the bed. She said “Prin?” and pointed under the bed.

      He walked over, knelt down and looked under the bed. “Good job Pearl!” He reached under the bed, almost to the wall and removed a black laptop computer. He put it on the desk, opened it up and pressed the power button … nothing happened.

      “Here Mike, try this.” She handed him a power cord that had been on top of the dresser. He plugged it in and turned the computer on. He brought up Jimmy’s contacts list and started scrolling through them. “Well, now there’s a name I didn’t expect to see.”

      Monica stepped over to look at the screen; “Billy Bets? Hmm. Maybe the ‘good kid’ wasn’t entirely good.”

      Just then the door from the hallway opened and closed. There was a knock on the room door and a young man said, “excuse me sir, you wanted to see me? I’m Louie Finch.” He was blonde, with a ruddy complexion and was a little on the heavy side. He shifted nervously from foot to foot and looked from the one to the other of them.

      Mike closed the computer and stood up. “Yes, we did. Fantina tells us you were pretty good friends with Jimmy.”

      “Yes sir, we both went to the trainer’s school in Jubilife City. Jimmy was in the year ahead of me, but we became good friends. He travelled for a few months before he started here. He’d always write and tell me how great this gym was, how much he was learning and all the fun he was having in the city. Of course, we both had a crush on Fantina, so I came over after I graduated.”

      “So, what kinds of things did he like to do here in the city? Did he have a girlfriend?”

      “Mostly he was dedicated to Pokémon. He studied a lot and we would have practice battles. He could use the Gyms teaching Pokémon just as well as his own. Besides that, we did the usual things boys do I guess. We’d go to games, we both loved basketball and soccer. We went to the movies most every week. When we could, we’d take a couple of the girls from the gym or some that we’d gotten to know around town. But he wasn’t going steady with anyone. He was too serious about becoming a Gym Leader after he finished his studies here.”

      “Okay, what about the day he died? Had you seen him at all?”

      “Yes sir. Saw him a couple of times in the morning. He’d been teaching a beginner’s class and we met in the cafeteria for a coffee after that. Fantina was expecting a challenger, so we needed to set up for that later. But we made plans to go out that evening. Just after lunch, I was in my room working on a research paper when I heard him yell something from his room. My door was open – it’s the second one over – and I looked out as he threw his door open. I asked what was going on and he just said he ‘knew someone had been messing around’ and ran out. He never came back.” Louie hung his head and covered his eyes.

      They gave him a moment, then Mike asked, “Did you hear or see anything unusual after that? Any loud Pokémon screams, or anything that sounded like an explosion?”

      “N-no sir, nothing unusual that I remember. And nothing like an explosion, I’d remember that. But at the time I think Fantina was working with the junior apprentices on battling techniques. They were working with some of the Gym’s higher-level Pokémon and they can get pretty noisy.”

      “Where were you boys going to go that night?” The teen looked a little embarrassed and Mike added; “Look son, I’m simply trying to get a good picture of Jimmy, if you guys weren’t doing anything wrong, you’re not going to be in trouble. If you were involved in something you shouldn’t have been, you’re better off telling me now, if it isn’t too bad, I’ll keep it to myself. Okay?”

      He looked at the floor and said, “We were going to go to an underground casino. Jimmy loved to play poker. He started playing a couple of years ago and he got me hooked on it too. But he was a lot better than I was. I was usually lucky to break even or just come up a little short, but Jimmy almost always came out ahead. I never played for big stakes, usually a 50 or 100 PokéYen bet limit. But Jimmy sat in on bigger games sometimes. I don’t know for sure if it was just luck or skill or both, but he was good. He kept trying to teach me how to be better, but I just liked going out. If I ended up short of cash because of it, he’d usually make it up to me. That’s the kind of guy he was I guess.”

      Monica asked; “Do you remember which club you were going to that night?”

      “Yes ma’am, I think it was called ‘Meowth’s Charm’ or something like that.”

      Mike felt that some pieces were starting to come together. “Did Jimmy gamble on anything besides poker?”

      “I don’t know for sure. I know he always had money, maybe not huge amounts, but enough that we could have fun. He told me he was saving up money too, to be able to travel and to start his own gym some day.”

      “One last thing. We’re going to need to check into some of the things on his computer, do you know if he kept a list of passwords anywhere?”

      “He had a small black book that he kept them in, like an address book, but I don’t know where he kept it.”

      “Thanks Louie, you’ve been a big help.”

      Mike turned and looked out of the window in the wall across from the door. He stared, lost in thought for a minute, and then his eyes focused and he perked up. The window looked over a yard and loading dock at the back of the building. Nodding at the window he said, “Monica, look out there.”

      She looked and said “I don’t see anything unusual.”

      “I don’t either, but the scene itself is suggestive. We’ll check it later. Let’s finish looking through this computer.”

      He opened the computer up and it sprang back to life. “So, we already know he’s a gambler. Plays poker and is probably betting on other things through ‘Billy Bets’. Let’s check his e-mail. … … Hmmm, from mom, from dad, a couple from a girl named Theresa …”

      “That’s his sister. I made the next of kin notification. They live up in Celestic Town.”

      “Okay. Wait, here’s one from Nurse Joy at the Center in Celestic Town. Now that’s interesting! He sent her a sample of Pokémon food … and she found that it had been tainted with Stun Spore.”

      “Just like you found at the Center here and in the food that had been sent to you?”

      “Yeah. There’s definitely a connection here.”

      He started to close the computer but Monica stopped him. “There’s an icon there labeled ‘cameras’. Didn’t Fantina mention Jubilife TV using the Gym’s cameras? I wonder if there are cameras besides at the battle arena?”

      “Good question.” Mike double-clicked the icon and a window popped up asking for a password. “Damn it! Let’s find his address book.” They started opening drawers and searching for the book.

      Looking for a place she could search, Pearl walked across towards the book case. As she stepped into the middle of the small rug she felt a slight movement under her foot. She stepped back, then stepped forward again and felt the same shift of a board. Bending down, she grasped the edge of the rug in her beak and pulled it back. Exclaiming “Prinplup,” she pointed to the floor.

      Mike looked over at her. “What did you find?” There was a slight, but noticeable gap between two floorboards and he could see marks from one being pried up. Monica handed him a pocket knife and he lifted up the loose board, then sat back on his heels and whistled. “Look at what you found, Pearl!”

      Monica said, “Well, there’s his address book … right on top of a fucking huge pile of cash.” She bent down and looked into the dark space beyond what they could see. “There’s more stashed further back in there. There must be three or four hundred-thousand here. What the hell do we do with all of that?”

      Mike stood up and walked over to the door to listen for a moment. It wasn’t latched, so he quietly pulled it open, then checked the dorm and found it empty. He checked the other senior apprentice apartments and found them unoccupied as well. Stepping back into the room, he closed and locked the door and said, “For right now, we’re going to leave it where it is. Since you’re not sure who all can and can’t be trusted at the Police Department, we’re going to close this up, put the rug back in place and keep it to ourselves. In the end, well, we will have to follow certain procedures … but I expect his family could use some help.” Removing the black address book, he quietly put the floor board in place, laid the rug over it and turned back to the desk.

      He found a password under “video”, a 16-digit mish-mash of numbers letters and symbols. He typed it in and a menu opened up with various cameras listed. They found six views of the Gym’s battle arena and one for the main entrance and another for the office entrance. The corridor to the dorms was covered as well. They also found cameras labeled “kitchen”, “warehouse” and “loading dock”.

      Monica pointed to the left side of the window where there was a folder marked “saved videos”. “Let’s see what he had been looking at.”A second window opened with a list of video files labeled with dates. She pointed to the first one, “That one was about two weeks before he was killed, let’s start there.”

      He double-clicked the file and a video player popped up and began playing. The video showed them a view of a dimly lit warehouse. A door opened and a figure walked in. It appeared to be a man wearing dark clothing. He was a very ordinary looking person; he didn’t look very tall, a little heavy around the middle, just average. They couldn’t see his face very well, but he didn’t appear to have a beard or mustache, his hair looked dark and cut rather short. He had a satchel slung over one shoulder, the kind almost any Pokémon trainer would have. The door closed behind him cutting off the daylight from outside. The camera focus shifted a little as it adjusted to the lower light conditions. The man turned on a small flash light and walked directly to a shelf off to his left. He opened a large square bin then withdrew an object from his satchel. He removed a lid from what appeared to be a small jar, took a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his nose and mouth and poured the contents into the bin. He took a scoop from a shelf and appeared to mix the contents of the bin. He closed the bin, wiped off the outside of it and slipped out the door. The video cut off at that point.

      They looked at each other and both said; “Pokémon food!”

      “Do you think we can get a screen shot of his face?”

      Mike said, “Let’s see if Jimmy already did.” He opened up the “pictures” folder on the computer, “Yep, there are two with the same date as the video, one with ‘A’ and one with ‘B’.” He opened them up to find that they were indeed the person’s face.

      Monica looked closely, “I can’t recognize him, but these are pretty blurry. The dim light in the warehouse didn’t allow for a very clear shot.”

      “Okay, let’s see what other movies he’s been enjoying.” The next video was from three days before the murder and showed the same man climbing the steps to the loading dock, the time stamp showed it to be late afternoon. There was another saved video from the same time that showed him again entering the warehouse and putting something in the same bin, then mixing the contents. The loading dock video was clearer than the darkened warehouse. They found a corresponding still shot saved to the hard drive. “You still don’t recognize him?” Mike asked.

      “Not really. He’s a nice looking guy I guess, but rather plain. I think he’d tend to really blend in with a crowd.” She looked again at the screen shot; “Zoom in on his face a little more … there, is that a scar on the left side of his face? I can’t say for sure, but see how his mouth is drawn to that side? We might be able to recognize him from that.”

      “Yeah, good eye. Let’s see how far back the video server saves these camera feeds.” He clicked on the video search function. “It looks like they go back about two months. Hmm, except for the loading dock camera, that only goes back to the week before Jimmy was killed. That’s odd.”

      “Not if he just put it up. If he’d found out about the tainted Pokémon food … ” They both looked out the window at the view of the loading dock. “He saw him out the window, didn’t he?”

      “… and added this camera to get a better look at the guy. I saw some receipts here in his desk.” Mike opened the top left drawer, “Yeah, here they are … basketball game, movie, movie, some clothes, ah! One digital video camera. It wasn’t cheap, but I guess he could afford it. He paid cash.” Turning back to the computer he said, “Okay, what did the cameras catch on that particular day.”

      He did a quick search and brought up the warehouse camera for the day Jimmy was killed and clicked fast-forward. They saw the outside door open and Mike put it back to normal speed. The unknown man came in and again added something to the bin and mixed it. They watched him leave and a few minutes later they saw another figure come into the warehouse from a door behind the camera. He went to the bin, opened it, then went out the door the other man had used. Mike checked the loading dock camera and saw their man climb up the steps and enter the warehouse. After a few minutes, they saw him leave again and walk around the corner of the next building up the street, followed a short while later by Jimmy.

      Mike saved both videos. “Damn it! Why the hell didn’t he tell someone what was going on? Alright, let’s go take a look at the warehouse and loading dock.” He looked around, “We need to find a place to hide his computer. It won’t fit in where the password book was.”

      “No, but the hard drive will.” She looked out the window to be sure no one was watching and closed the curtains. Opening a pouch on her belt she pulled out a multi-tool, opened the bottom of the laptop and removed the hard drive. Placing the hard drive into the space under the floorboard she carefully replaced the rug and said, “There we go, snug as a Swadloon.”

      Mike dropped the password book into a pocket. The three of them stepped out, locked the door to Jimmy’s apartment and went looking for the warehouse. One of the students at the arena showed them the way. He found an electrical panel next to the door and switched on the lights. Mike asked the student, a girl of about 15 named Cassie, where the food bins were and she led them across the big room.

      “They’re right here sir.”

      Mike looked up and found the camera in an opposite corner and located the bin which had been tampered with in the videos they’d seen. “Cassie, there’s a ‘G’ on this bin, what is that for?”

      “That’s food that is especially formulated for Ghost types. It’s the food that Fantina feeds to her Pokémon.”

      “Thanks Cassie. You can go on back to the arena. We really appreciate your help.”

      As she walked away, he opened the bin and looked in. He was unable to tell if there was anything wrong or not. “Monica, see if you can find something to put some samples in.” She came back with a trash bag and cut off a corner and handed it to him. He dropped a few pieces of the food into the bag. Looking around he found a case of tissue, pulled some out and wiped the inside of the bin and dropped it into the other corner of the bag which Monica handed to him. They taped the bags closed then closed them into another bag.

      Monica asked, “What now?”

      “Now, we have your Staraptor take this to Nurse Joy with this note. We’ll have her test these samples for Stun Spore.”

      They walked out onto the loading dock and Monica opened a Pokéball and a large black and white bird appeared in a flash of red light. She handed the packet with the samples and note on it to the Pokémon. “Staraptor, take this to Nurse Joy. Please wait for a reply then come find me.” It flew off at high speed and disappeared over the building.

       Mike looked around and pointed up to an awning above them, “There’s Jimmy’s camera.”

      The loading dock was off a wide alley between the Gym and a storage facility. There was a large lawn in the area between the dorm wing and the Gym’s warehouse. “Jimmy followed our suspect around that corner and up that street. Do you know what’s up that way?”

      “There’s a shopping district up that way, small shops that cater to both locals and tourists. There are a couple of bigger stores too. Several of the buildings have apartments above them. There’s an industrial district further up. Do you want to go take a look?”

      “Not yet. I want to go talk to Billy Bets next. I want to see how he’s connected to all of this.”
Counterfeit Badge - part 03
Chapters 7 and 8 of "The Counterfeit Badge" - a detective story set in the world of Pokémon.


John Ellison
United States
I am a bit of a strange person. I'm a guy who likes guns, but I also like cooking, photography and painting. I enjoy playing most of the Pokémon games and am working through the new Pokémon White version (have Black too!). I'm also a Tarot reader and hope to design my own Tarot deck ... one of these days. :-)

Update: Now playing Pokémon X and Y! :D

I enjoy a good home-brew beer and/or Scotch whiskey from time to time too.

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Current Residence: Arizona, USA
Favourite genre of music: Also various
Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams
Favourite style of art: Water color (it's what I work in)
Shell of choice: Cowrie
Skin of choice: My own
Favourite cartoon character: Pikachu
  • Listening to: L7 - "Death Wish"
  • Reading: "Forbidden Archaelogy"
  • Watching: You're Under Arrest!
  • Playing: Pokemon Omega Ruby
  • Eating: Chicken sandwich
  • Drinking: George Dickel rye whiskey
So, I finished the main game of Pokémon Omega Ruby a while back. Then as I was working through the "Delta Episode", adding Pokémon to my 'dex and so on. I thought: "gee, I wonder how many total Pokémon I have?" See, I've brought a lot of Pokémon up through the various Poketransfer machines and have added them to my Pokebank. So, I started transferring Pokémon from my bank into Omega Ruby. Turned out I had well over 600! I said to myself; "wow, I'm close to having all 720 Pokémon! I can do this!" I started catching, trading, evolving and breeding. I am now at 714! :happybounce:  I now only have 6 Legendary Pokémon to get! Well, 7 now that I've learned about Volcanion. :P ... But, before Sun and Moon are released, I should have every single Pokémon there is!Oshawott excited plz 

On another note ... but still related to Pokémon. I have reposted my Pokémon detective story; "The Counterfeit Badge". I had done some edits since I first posted it. I also combined it into only 4 parts instead of 10, so it will be easier to read (I hope). I have also started working on the sequel!!! I don't have a title yet, but hope to have it finished before too long.

For any of you who are still following me; thank you so much for bearing with me through this long, dry spell. Depression and creative blocks are difficult to work through and I appreciate you for being there.



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