Looker was sitting in first class on a private jet, yet he was still not in a good mood. He'd met a lot of good trainers over the years, in many different regions. And he was just doing the same old thing for the third time, arresting some crazy doctor or another that wasn't even the leader of a terrorist organization; "Was it "team fare" this time, no that's not right". And the guy he caught was never the mastermind of the whole operation, the real boss just walked away every time.
"Sir!" called the pilot. "We're coming in for a landing at Jubilife Airport." He checked the security cameras, just to see that his prisoner wasn't trying to bust out of his cozy cage. But Xerosic was only sitting in his makeshift cell in the cargo hold, scribbling calculations on his ungloved hand.
Looker lifted the window shade to show the bright lights of Jubilife City coming into view. "Home sweet home." He heard a loud rumbling sound as the landing gear touched the ground. The plane then began to proceed to the secret terminal that lead to the International Police HQ. The flight attendant called through the speaker, "We have safely landed, have a nice day, and we hope to see you again."
Looker walked to the door, and climbed down the stairs. He clearly saw two International Police security guards, one of them in a forklift lifting Xerosic's cell out of the cargo bay, and the other one waiting at the bottom of the staircase outside the plane. The guard saluted, "Detective Looker sir!" "Take Xerosic back to HQ, I needa speak with the boss," ordered Looker. "Yes sir!" said the guard.
Just then, a voice called out, "Shuttle to International Police HQ arriving in two minutes!" The guard in the forklift shouted, "Come with me or we'll miss the shuttle!" Looker climbed up onto the second seat in the forklift, as the second guard loaded the cell onto another forklift. It sped through the cement and whatnot of the airport, but Looker knew it all, from the numbers on the runways, to how many curvy turns there were. But right now, Looker didn't pay attention to any of that, because he had a mission, and it was his duty to fulfil it.
"We're here," said the guard as the forklift slowly came to a stop. Looker hopped out, and another guard appeared to escort him to the shuttle. It was straight in front of him, hidden below a walkway. He wouldn't have been able to see it if he wasn't looking at the right angle. So far, it was empty, but how many International Police officers came to a public airport. He hoisted himself into the shuttle as the doors slid closed behind him, and with that, the shuttle shot forward into the tunnel.
It was like riding the TMV that connected Lumiose and Killoude City, but much faster. Looker remembered stopping the Lumiose Gang at the station… good times. He estimated he was already outside of the airport, maybe even outside Jubilife City limits, but he doubted it. Sure enough, the speaker called out, "We are approaching Jubilife City limits." He saw a white line circling the diameter of the tunnel, most likely marking the city limits. After the train crossed the line, it shot forward twice as fast, no longer having to obey the speed limit because they had exited the city. And then, almost as (abruptly) as it had started, the shuttle train came to a stop.
The doors slid open to reveal a bustling underground facility, full of International Police officers working at computers. Out of the corner of his eye, Looker saw a metal box (most likely Xerosic's cell) being loaded onto a truck slowly backing up into another tunnel. Looker headed straight for the elevators. He pushed the button to go to the bottom floor, and the elevator shot down. Looker almost dropped to the floor, but he had gotten used to this ride over the years. So when the elevator stopped, instead of collapsing, Looker calmly walked out of the elevator and into a narrow hallway. It wasn't a long hallway, only about 10 meters long, and at the end was a door marked "DIRECTOR". On the door was a thin sheet of metal, with a small computer screen above it. Looker pressed his hand to the metal, and the computer screen turned green. A robotic voice announced "Access granted" and the door slid open.
There was an office, surrounded by bookshelves, with a desk at the end, and a chair behind the desk facing away from Looker. The chair slowly turned to reveal a man. He had a black fedora with a black formal suit, along with black sunglasses. "Detective Looker," he said, "I've been expecting you." The man quickly typed something on his computer, and a chair retracted out of the ground. "Sit down," he said. Looker lowered himself into the chair. "Why do you need to speak with me sir?" asked Looker. "I remember your first mission," said the man. "I asked you to infiltrate Team Galactic, but you were an overconfident young man back then. You wanted to take down their leader, Cyrus, to be the hero who saved the universe. But the universe got saved, not by you, but by a kid, just a kid. And Cyrus wasn't even caught, he disappeared into the distortion world, never to be seen again. Well now, there have been multiple sightings that conclude one fact: Cyrus has returned."