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The Counterfeit Badge - Chapt. 06THE COUNTERFEIT BADGE
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 pull
The Counterfeit Badge - 05THE COUNTERFEIT BADGE
Mike gathered up the few items that were not already 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 out into the hallway to make sure there were no
The Counterfeit Badge - Chapt. 04THE COUNTERFEIT BADGE
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, hydro pump 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. Shortly they ran across a wild Kricketune. “Alright Pea
The Counterfeit Badge - Chapt. 03THE COUNTERFEIT BADGE
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 misty, overcast morning. Perversely, this made him feel more chipper than the previous sunny day had. Mike pulled his hat down onto his brow and stuck his hands in the pockets of his long coat and 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. As he turned a corner, he glanced back and saw a figure huddled in a hooded sweat-shirt coming up the street. He stepped into the doorway of a
The Counterfeit Badge - Chapt 02THE COUNTERFEIT BADGE
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 rain-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
The Counterfeit Badge - Chpt 1POKÉMON WORLD LEAGUE DETECTIVE STORIES
People and Pokémon have been living in harmony for millennia. Over time people have, through their Pokémon, learned to live together in peace. Although nations have been at peace for a very long time there are still individuals, sometimes organizations, who prey on others.
Over the past two and a half centuries law enforcement became organized in the various regions inhabited by both people and Pokémon. During this same period of time, governing bodies were created to regulate the capture of, and contests involving Pokémon. About one hundred 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 the regions.
Soon after, many governments found that it was convenient to have regional law enforcement grouped under these v
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Inspired by Jay Dyer’s light art piece “34”; http://jaydyerlightart.deviantart.com/art/034-418568014
Today was mostly a miserable day. But then, most days were pretty miserable for me anymore. Work sucks … I hate having to deal with idiots who can’t read instructions, and then expect me to fix what they broke. Or yell at me to try to bully me into going faster or try to force me to do something that isn’t my job.
Most nights, I just want to be alone, pick up a six-pack of stout, or more likely a cheap bottle of Bourbon, and go home and watch T.V. or surf the ‘net. When I am at home I just want to ignore the real world, shut it out and let the alcohol soothe me into blissful oblivion. I’ve always been a bit of a loner, avoiding crowds of people and large social gatherings. But when my wife of 17 years dumped me for a younger guy it raised my misanthropy to a whole new level.
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