Prologue

The IPF Agent found himself hating Tuesdays. Actually, he found himself hating his job altogether. No field work, no interesting cases, just boring extra jobs nobody else wanted to do. This included, but was not limited to: Petty theft, Arson, Drunken Assault, Breaking and Entering, and Minor cases with stupid members of Team Viol or Team Oran.

Not like any hoping was going to change it. He's been doing this for almost two years now, but it pays rent and bills, so it's not like he's quitting anytime soon. He's thought about it a couple of times, but never could muster up the courage.

He listened to the rain patter outside his car. He could still go home. Just turn the key and pull out of the parking lot. Call in sick. It's not like anyone would remember it was his birthday today.

He resisted the want to leave and opened the door to his car. The rain made his uniform wet, as expected. He slowly trudged over to the doors of the precinct. Walking in, he was greeted by the security officer at the door, and he showed him his badge.

"You're clear with me sir," Said the kid stationed at the door, "but I believe the Captain wants a word with you."

He was a little taken aback. Maybe he was finally going to get laid off.

The Agent nodded to the officer and walked across the precinct floor. Officers and Agents were amidst in conversation, but they all stopped and stared as he walked by. As the Agent made his way to the end of the floor, the symphony of conversation had disappeared completely, leaving only the cacophony of the telephone calls coming in.

A little disturbed, he knocked on the Captain's door, his thoughts cemented into his mind.

"Come in please." Said the Captain.

He turned the knob and opened the door, and the talking resumed behind him. As he closed the door, the Captain started to close the blinds, including the ones to the window that brought in the dim morning light.

As he finished closing the blinds, his tense demeanor relaxed. "Take a seat, man."

"You're going to fire me, aren't you?"

The Captain looked at him blankly before bursting into laughter. As he finishes his fit, he wipes a tear from his eye and sighs, "No, the opposite actually." He slaps a file on his desk. "You're getting promoted."

"Excuse me sir?" asked the Agent.

"Don't thank me, the promotion is from HQ. Your new case, however… consider it a birthday present." He clasped his hands. "Any questions, Detective Roberts?"

Roberts' heart skipped a beat. Life had given him an opportunity and he was ready to take it and run.

Roberts grabbed the file and opened it, pocketing the USB inside. He scanned the header file and pulled this knowledge from it:

Name: Unknown

Known Aliases: Jynx, The Gym Tackler

Trainer's License: Uncredited

Known Pokémon: Charizard, "Blaze"; Rhyperior, "Everest"

NO KNOWN OFFENSES

This left Roberts scratching his head. "If you don't mind me asking sir, why is this guy important if he has 'no known offenses'?"

"That's the thing." Answered the Captain quickly. "Whenever we go looking for him, he manages to perfectly evade police capture. But we have nothing to really arrest him on besides not being registered, so we can't really file for a warrant if we don't want to look bad."

Roberts tries putting the puzzle together in his head, but it felt like he was looking at the backside-cardboard of the pieces.

The Captain cleared his throat. "Also, let's keep this whole thing hush-hush. Hunting down a guy who has literally no record except for his unbelievable battles caught on camera means we'd get peeled by the press if they found out."

"Duly noted, sir." Roberts picked up the file and shifted all the contents, so they were out of sight.

"Your new office is the empty one next to Karen's. Well, it's not empty anymore, but it's yours nonetheless."

"Thank you, sir."

Roberts strode out of the Captain's office with a newfound pride. A feeling he's never quite had before. He followed the hall down until he passes Karen's office and admired his name plate on his own door. "Detective Blake Roberts…" he read aloud.

He opened the door and found Alisa, the intern, moving his stuff from her cart onto his desk. She seemed so focused that she jumped as he greeted her.

"Hey Detective… Sorry, let me get out of your way…" She said, trying to shuffle between her cart and the desk.

"There's no need." He caught himself saying. "Why don't I help you out? I'd prefer to move into my own office, but I won't deny any help."

She nervously moved away from the cart. "Actually… that would be nice."

After a bit of trinket-placing, paper-sorting, and playing with cables for the computer, they were done. Blake noticed that the entire time Alisa seemed distracted, but he didn't think much of it.

Finally, Blake sat down in his chair and booted up the computer. He looked up to see that Alisa was still there. "Do you need something?" He asked.

She her hands behind her back and started fidgeting out of his view. "Well… The Captain pulled me aside and told me I need to shadow another Agent if I want to be hired on as one next quarter. And I was wondering…" She stopped talking, obviously too nervous.

"Did you want to shadow me?"

"Well," she reassures him, "you weren't my first choice… considering…"

"Yeah that would make things a bit awkward." He responded, wiping away a flashback. "I'd be thrilled to have help with this case actually."

Blake got up and walked around the desk to close the door. Alisa got noticeably more nervous with the door closed.

"I was asked to keep this case quiet, but since you're my partner on this, I don't see why you're not allowed to know as well." He handed the file over to her as he plugged the USB into the computer.

"Let's get started, shall we?"