Paul instinctively reached for the pokeballs in his pants pocket. Saturn's quick eyes flickered towards him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"What do you mean?" Paul challenged.
"You see, we've taken the precaution of switching off the power within a mile radius from here. That, combined with this little jewel", Saturn gestured towards a high-tech machine in his hand, "prevents the use of your pokeballs."
"What do you want Saturn?" Reggie growled.
"We've come to discuss something. If you two would please have a seat by the fire over there, I'll explain everything."
"Don't tell me what to do in my own house", Reggie said, but the dangerous look that Saturn gave him rendered him silent.
Saturn took Reggie's favorite armchair, while the brothers made themselves comfortable on one of the comfy couches. Well, as comfortable as they could get with four burly men surrounding them. Paul wondered if he and Reggie could take them down in a fight, if it ever came to that.
"Now, we have a favor to ask of you that will aid in our plans tremendously", Saturn began.
"I thought Team Galactic was vanquished, after Cyrus vanished into that new world of his. And weren't you commanders put into prison?" Reggie asked.
"Yes, Cyrus is gone", Saturn admitted, "but ever since I found out about a secret from the first time Team Galactic came to power, it occurred to me that there is another way to create that portal again into the new world. I led a prison break with Mars. We've regrouped our grunts, and reestablished our headquarters. I'm the leader of Team Galactic now."
"What's the secret?" Paul asked.
"That's the problem. We need you to tell us that", Saturn replied.
"What?!" Reggie cried incredulously, "We hardly have any idea what you're talking about!"
"Marcus and Rosaline, your parents, had a sort of ancient device that they used to defeat Team Galactic the first time", Saturn explained patiently, "Cyrus told us that it had the power to call forth the most powerful being in Sinnoh legend, the being who created all, who was even more powerful than Dialga and Palkia."
"Arceus?" Paul asked, his brain going a million miles per hour. "An object that could call forth Arceus? The only thing that could do that is the Azure Flute."
"That's what we think. Now, if one of you could hand us the flute, we'd be eternally grateful."
Reggie seemed beside himself with anger. "We honestly have no idea where it is. And even if we did, we'd never give it to you!"
"Oh I'm sure your parents left you some clue as to where it is hidden, whether you know it or not", Saturn said, smirking.
"But even if you do summon Arceus, how would you be able to control it?" Reggie asked, trying to stall. Paul knew he was searching through his memories of their parents.
"Ah, this is easy. You see, my grunts have discovered an ancient scroll...or should I say sheet music. The tune for calming and controlling the legendary is all written there. Now, tell us where the flute is."
Reggie was growing desperate, Paul could tell by his face. "Please, we really don't know where it is! Our parents have left us nothing!"
Saturn lost his grin, "Very well then. I suggest you start searching for it. We'll be back tomorrow night to retrieve it. Don't even think about alerting the police, because we'll know if you do. Oh, and try not to fail, or you won't see your brother again."
Reggie stared, "Wait, what?"
"Hey!" Four pairs of strong hands had pinned Paul's arms and legs to the couch. Reggie turned to intervene, but not before Saturn took out a mini crossbow-like weapon and shot Reggie in the arm with a dart.
"Reggie!" Paul yelled, as his brother slumped back onto the couch, unconscious.
"Head back to headquarters", Saturn said smoothly.
Paul struggled against the firm grips of the four henchmen. He was not going down without a fight. "If only I could use my Pokémon!" he thought.
They dragged him into a helicopter marked with the Galactic "G" parked outside. Paul felt hands probing inside his pockets.
"Ah, you won't be needing these", Saturn said, taking out six pokeballs. He slipped them into his own pocket.
"Give those back!" Paul growled.
Saturn ignored him and got into the helicopter. One of the men tied Paul's hands behind his back with a length of thick rope before throwing him onto the seat next to Saturn.
"I trust you won't be any trouble during the ride", the commander said without making eye contact.
Paul "humphed" in response.
