((Beuchoria))

Hans Ulrich lifted his Ruger 10/22 rifle quickly. He quickly had the rodent in the 4x scope of his rifle. Despite being a suppressed rifle, the shot echoed throughout the forest. "Ein anderes!" he yelled to himself as he ran over to the corpse of the animal. After kicking it to make sure it was dead, he threw it in a small bag, which he slung over his soldier along with his rifle.

Whistling as he walked towards the edge of the forest, he was stopped by a man in a dark green uniform leaning on a tan Auto-Union DKW Munga truck with a green tree in front of a blue star in front of it on the side. He tilted his bright red helmet up, decaled with the same star and tree on the front like on the truck, and walked over to Hans. After an incident where a ranger was shot in the head because he was wearing a dark green hat. The hunter mistakened his head for an animal when he was walking through a bush.

"What do we have today Hans? Lemme take a look at your bag..." he said in a friendly but stern voice gesturing to the bag on his soldier. 'Of course, Ernst." Hans replied. He had met the ranger earlier and had been inspected by him. Handing over his bag, Ernst opened it and looked inside. "Two... No, make that three... Pikachus. Hans, you may only shoot two every two days - That's the limit. I don't want to keep reminding you, so this is your last warning." Nodding sadly, Hans retrieved his bag and walked to his orange Wolkswagen Lupo and drove to his home.

"I don't know Max, maybe there IS a goodmitten. I've-" Erik Bruner was cut off the by the sound of chanting. The two policemen in their jet black uniforms ran around a corner and found a group of about twenty children and teenagers in a semi-circle. Max Schmidt and Erik Bruner were just lowly policeman in the huge law organization that is the Buechorian Police Corps. Assigned to the slums of Buckley, a small city near the outskirts of Virka. "Hey you kids! What're you doing!?" Max barked at the boys who promptly turned with shock at the two policemen. "Ahhh! Cops!" screamed a little boy who had to be little more than 5. Two pokemon we're fighting in the center of the circle, their owners cheering for them to win the fight. Seeing the policemen, they ordered the pokemon to attack them...

Both of the policemen unholstered their Mauser C96 machine-pistols and shot round after round at the creatures. One leaped towards Erik, but soon fell to the ground, blood spilling from it. The other ran for it's small life heading down an alley at top speed. "That was too goddamn close..." Max said to himself as he faced the children. "You little punks line up on the wall!" he ordered the youths as they all nodded with fear and leaned on a dusty wall not too far away. Pulling out a large grey walkie-talkie, Erik began speaking into it.

Ten black GEM golf-carts sped down the various deserted streets and alleyways of the slums and soon arrived at the sight. "Holy shit, twenty five kids? Okay, cuff 'em and put them on the platforms in back." yelled a captain with graying brown hair as dozens of officers handcuffed the children and strapped them onto the small platforms and back seats of the GEM's. Once they were all loaded, the carts sped towards the district police HQ.

"Hello, and thank you for tuning into Buechorian National News. Today, another group of children were arrested for another illegal pokemon fights in the slums of Buckley. Police Commissar Kronos Ulyanov today released a statement saying that the 'ongoing illegal pokemon fights must end. Any Buechorian citizen found observing or participating in these fights will be arrested and may face 20 years in prison'." Kronos was a former Sergeant in the Soviet Bloc army stationed on the front lines during the War on Sino. After his unit was almost completely destroyed during Belem bombing, he was stationed in the city, and soon met a Buechorian woman who he later married and moved in with in Virka. He resigned from his military position and soon joined the Buechorian Police Corps. and soon made his way up to Police Commissar, the highest position in the Corps. "In other news, today Maurice a local cat saved the Prime Minister from a sniper during a speech. He is steadily recovering in the hospital at this moment and has recovered from critical to normal."