Prologue
The sky of Geosenge Town was filled with storm grey rain clouds, the cold rain stinging his face with every drop. Lightning tore across the sky, filling the sky with flashes of light. A man in a trench coat ran down the street, his Lucario following behind him.
Need to get back to the station. With this new information, I can break this case wide open! He thought. His legs were weary, but he couldn't stop now.
He was sure that they had noticed what he took by now and were hunting him down. I'm so close. He continued to run down the city street, taking back alleys and small streets to avoid detection. He was only three blocks away from the station when an explosive Lava Plume erupted in front of him, blocking his path.
Shit, they caught up! The man and his Lucario frantically looked around them, trying to find who produced the attack.
No one was in sight. They couldn't get a visual on their attackers, but he had a trick up his sleeve.
"Luka, use your Aura to find where they're hiding," he said. The Lucario nodded in acknowledgment and closed its eyes, searching for the Auras of their attackers. A single heartbeat went by when Lucario pushed the man away and another Lava Plume blasted out from underneath it.
"Luka!" The man's agonized cry echoed off the walls of the alleyway. The Lava Plume died out and Luka was badly burned and knocked out. The man scrambled to his feet and gathered up his Lucario in his arms. A tear or two escaped from his eyes, the pain of seeing his beloved Luka in this battered state. The man steeled his nerves and swiveled his head to find a way out.
But he was greeted with the barrel of a large gun pointed at his face. The assailant's finger was ready to pull the trigger. "Good evening, Detective Proctor. I believe that you have something that you took from my associates and I. I would appreciate having it back in my possession." The man cloaked in shadows extended his empty hand as if he were to receive something.
"Piss off, bastard! I will never give this information up. Once I bring this back to the station, your plans will be ruined!"
He sensed that the Shadow Man frowned at this. "Such a shame. Oh well." He pulled the trigger and shot the man. The trench coat man crumbled to the ground, slowly bleeding out. "I wish I didn't have to do that but you gave me no choice." The Shadow Man stepped forward slowly, knelt down beside the bleeding man and began to rummage around his pockets for his prize. He found the diskette and pocketed it in his own coat.
"There is still a use for you though, Detective. I'm sure that you will be the perfect specimen for some of our experiments." The man stood back up and motioned to his subordinates hiding in the shadows. "Bring him back to the labs. Don't let him die. I have quite a few ideas of what to do with him."