This is the second part of a two part chapter. I uploaded these at the same time so make sure you read the pervious chapter if you already haven't done so. Hope you enjoy or are enjoying it so far.
Inside the abandoned hotel lobby sitting behind the front desk. Where guest use to check in, were two humans and a Pokémon. All three were unaware that there were cops right outside as they sat in folding chairs facing the boarded up front doors. The one sitting all the way to the left was a young man perhaps 26 or 27. He wore faded woodland camouflage cargo pants tucked into scuffed worked boots. A light Kevlar vest was strapped across his chest over a white undershirt. He also wore a warn black leather jacket that hung open and a red bandana was tied around his neck. A red sun bleach ball cap sat on top of his closely shaved head. The most note worthy thing about him however wasn't what he was wearing. There was a Kalashnikov assault rifle laying across his lap with spare magazines making bulges in the thigh pockets of his pants.
The human sitting in the chair next to him was much younger couldn't be older than 19. He was a major contrast to his partner. He wore no shoes and ripped, much too baggy shorts. A stained and raggedy, once white tank top was the only thing that protect his torso. A pistol was tucked into the front waist band of his shorts put no back up magazines were with it. Where his more well armed partner had tanned and relatively clean skin. His was pale, much too pale as he looked like he hadn't seen sunlight in ages. His skin was covered in grime and red patches, that were slowly becoming sores, where he had scratched it furiously. His head to was shaved but that was mostly because it had been falling out in clumps. His finger nails had all been bitten off by his nervures habit.
Sitting in the chair all the way to the right was a biped red and cream scaled Pokémon. The red being the majority of the color the cream only on its belly. Its sharp greens eyes were narrowed and its pointed face seemed to be prominently twisted into a frown. A tail was poked through the back of the chair a flame burning on the end of it. It's arms were folded across its chest its sharp claws resting on its elbows. Like the young kid there were even redder patches of scales that it had scratched raw. They were told they had a very important yet simple job. To stand watch and be on look out for revile gang members and cops. If they saw either they were to shoot first and ask questions later. All three were staring at the doors but only the well armed man was alert. As both the kid and Pokémon wore looks of boredom. This was made painfully clear to the older human as the kid let out an exaggerated sigh. The kid opened his mouth to say something. His partner shoot him a glare that would have caused anyone in their right mind to shut up.
"They don't pay us enough for this gig," The kid remarked as he kicked up his feet resting them on the counter as he leaned back in his chair.
"What?" His partner scoffed. He risked as quick glance over at the kid as he lounged in his chair.
"I said they don't pay us enough to babysit their 'prized' Pokémon," The kid said as if this explained everything. "I mean I haven't been able to afford a decent meal in a week."
"How is a thousand a week not enough?" He partner demanded twisting in his seat to face him. "Plus it's not like we work hard for it. They shacked us up here, gave us the hardware to protect it and on top of that, pay us quite well. We don't even handle...you know the breeding. Those creepy ass Sneasel do. All we have to do is take turns sitting in this lobby for six hour shifts."
"Yeah well it still isn't enough," The kid said as he pulled a metal box up from under the desk. It was the kind that locked, that someone might have keep a decent amount of money. He set it on the counter and opened it. He pulled out a small plastic baggy where several hard white clumps sat inside. The next thing to come out of the box was a homemade glass pipe. It's stem was straight one end ending in a slightly flared mouth piece. The other end had round bowl on the end. The bottom of the bowl was blackened and the top was open. The kid wasted no time placing one of the clumps into the bowl.
He brought the pipe to his lips parting them as he did so. This allowed his partner to see that he had very few teeth remaining and the ones that he did were stained yellow. He stuck the pipe into his mouth and clamped down on it tightly with what light teeth he did have. The Charmeleon moved its tail so the flame burning there was held under bowl the glass quickly heating it up. As it did the clump started to melt, the liquid it produced bubbling as it boiled. Once a milky cloud had formed in the pipe, after half the clump was dissolved, the Charmeloen removed his tail from it. The human drew in a deep breath drawing the smoke out of the bowl and up the pipe's stem before sucking it into his lungs.
"That's the stuff," The kid said in relief as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. His partner wrinkled his nose as he was forced to endure the smell of the younger man's habit.
"And you don't understand why you don't have enough money for food," The better armed man said with a sad shake of his head.
"Nope," The young man said left over smoke coming out of his mouth.
"Maybe because most of your money goes up in smoke you fucking addict," His partner sneered in disgust.
"Fuck you Jack," The kid said flipping him off. The kid was about to say something more when the Charmeleon tapped him on the shoulder. He looked over at the Pokémon and the large uncharacteristic puppy dog eyes it was giving him. "Oh right, sorry buddy." The kid said holding out his pipe. The Charmeleon almost ripped the pipe from the human's grasp as he smiled dumbly at his master. The fire Pokémon opened his own mouth showing just as bad teeth as his master's. He stuck the pipe into his mouth and clamped down tightly before holding his tail under it. The Pokémon held it under much longer then he did for his master. He waited till the entire clump was liquid then till that had been turned to smoke. The Charmeleon then sucked in all the smoke at once and held it as he lowered the pipe.
"Chaaaarrrrr," The Pokémon sighed happily quickly exhauling the smoke.
"There's the other half of your fucking problem," Jack scoffed. "That fucking crackhead you call a Pokémon. That motherfucker smokes more than you do." The Charmeleon's eyes narrowed as his stare became cold.
"Hey!" The kid said forcefully as he moved his feet to the floor sitting up straight. "You leave little Tweaker alone. He was my starter I've had him since I was ten." He then turned to the Charmeleon, Tweaker and started rubbing the top of his head gently. "Don't listen to what that asshole says. You were there for me no matter what. Even when my own fucking parents weren't." He started to use his other hand to scratch under the Pokémon's chin. This caused Tweaker to tilt his head up as he closed his eyes. At the same time his right foot started to thump quickly through the air as he hummed happily. "You like that? Yeah you like that don't you?" He started to rub and scratch faster Tweaker's foot moving faster as well. "Tell you what we can go fuck that Lopunny you like so much when we're done. That make you feel better? Huh?"
"Char," Tweaker said happily as he enjoyed his master's actions.
"We?" Jack asked not bothering to hide the disgust in his voice.
"Yeah," The kid said stopping his actions and turning to face Jack again. "It's the one perk we get with this job. Plus it's not like they're in a position to refuse."
" Arceus you're sick," Jack said the look of disgust on his face clearly evident. "I knew you were fucking sick I just didn't take you for a Poke fucker."
"You can't tell me you haven't looked at a Lopunny or a Gardevoir and thought what it would be like to stick your dick in one?" The kid asked raising an eyebrow.
"No I have never fucking thought that," Jack said in complete disgust. "In fact I think you can go an-"
Jack never got to finish his thought for there was a sharp and load bang as the plywood over the front door suddenly blew inward. The plywood hadn't even hit the ground yet when an object flew through the opening. It hit the front desk, bounced back a foot and rolled on the tiled floor before coming to rest in the middle of the lobby. The two humans and Pokémon had started to react as soon as the plywood had blown inward. Tweaker and his master both jumped to their feet and had squared up with the door. Then once the object had been thrown in they had tracked it with their eyes. Meanwhile Jack had dove to the ground behind the desk gripping his weapon tightly. He landed on the floor with a meaty thud and squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he could. That was when the flashbang went off. When it did it bathed the lobby in a blinding brilliant light that blinded both Tweaker and the kid. Jack could still see the light flash even with his eyes closed and when he opened them he still saw spots. However he could still see for the most part but he had no protection for his ears as they rang. He shook his head in a futile effort to try and clear it.
"POLICE!" Was shouted by the two shield caring TRU members as they rushed in ducking behind the bullet proof metal. When they rushed in with the rest of Bravo team filling behind them. They could see Tweaker and his master standing behind the desk a look of shock on their faces and rubbing their eyes trying to see. "HANDS UP! POLICE!" The Pokémon and his master could barely hear them as their vision was just starting to return. Meanwhile Jack still lay on the floor out of the officer's line of sight. He still was barely able to hear them, they sounded like they were far away and under water, but he still could. Jack pulled his bandana up so it covered his nose and mouth. This would be his third police raid he had gone through since he became an enforcer when he turned 18. He took a deep breath as pulled the bolt halfway back on his automatic rifle to see a round chambered.
"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP!" The TRU members shouted. As they started to fan out keeping their weapons trained on the dazed Pokémon and his master. That was when Jack made his presence known. He had moved to a crouch and was leaning out the left side of the desk. He saw the officers as they moved into the lobby and knew he had to drive them back. That if he could keep them confirmed to the narrow doorway they had a chance. Jack snapped his weapon up just as an officer was turning to face him.
"GUN!" The officer shouted as he fired his shotgun at the mostly concealed Jack. The pellets hit a little too far right barring themselves in the thick wood of the desk. The officer hurried to pump his weapon as he started to side step trying to get out of the suspect's line of fire. Jack jerked his trigger back and held it back rounds spraying from the barrel of the assault rifle.
"Fuck you!" Jack shouted. He fought the recoil of the weapon as he tried to walk the rounds into the retreating officer. The officer was quicker through as he made it back through the door and out of Jack's line of fire. He quickly shifted his aim still not letting up on the trigger as he switched targets. However the police officers had started to react as well one of the shield carriers moving directly into Jack's line of fire to cover the rest of the team. Jack watched as his rounds hit and pock marked the shield but didn't go through the thick metal. Jack started to arm downwards meaning to hit the officer's boots that were sticking out from under the shield. Before he could make it his weapon stopped firing as the bolt locked on an empty magazine.
"Shit!" Jack swore as he saw the shield carrier bring his pistol up. He quickly ducked back behind the desk. Once he was behind the barrier he hear the snap of rounds passing through the air where he had just been. He ripped the empty magazine from the weapon and tossed it aside. He pulled a loaded magazine from his thigh pocket and shoved it in to the receiver. However the magazine didn't lock into place. Jack's weapon was a knock off and a cheaply made one at that, the magazines even more so. "Fuck!" Jack shouted as he tried to force the magazine in. By now more rounds started to fly towards Jack's position as the other officers turned their attention to him. The snap of pistols, the crack of rifles and the thundering boom of a shotgun. Who's pellets caused a chuck of the top section of desk to splinter and rain down on to Jack as he tried to get the magazine to fit into the weapon.
As the officers turned their attention to the armed suspect hiding behind the desk they momentarily forgot about the Pokémon and his master. Even though the effects of the flashbang had worn off the kid still watched. Even as the bullets started to fly he did nothing as he watched in stunned silence. It was when the shotgun splintered a section of desk and one of those splinters hit his chest harmlessly did he snapped out of it. His eyes grew wide as he looked down at his waistband and the pistol butt sticking out of it. He reached down trying to grab it but in his current start couldn't pull it out as the pistol's slide got stuck in the elastic waistband.
He looked down and added his other hand to hold his waistband as he tried to franticly jerk the pistol free. His actions catch the trained eye of one of the TRU officer as he turned to face the kid bringing his rifle to bear. With one last and powerful yank he finally managed to pull the pistol free. The momentum caused his hand to continue upwards till the barrel was pointed at the ceiling. As his hand flung upwards his head looked up just in time to catch the TRU member with shouldered rifle aiming squarely at him. His eyes grew even wider as they locked onto the end of the officer's barrel.
The TRU officer saw the skinny crackhead holding the weapon and didn't even think twice. He pulled the trigger twice sending a pair of rounds at the suspect. They punched two neat holes in his chest, the rounds easily passing through his dirty tank top. The rounds mushroomed as they passed through the kid's body so when they exploded out his back they left holes the size of quarters. The wall behind him was splattered with his blood as it finally stopped the high powered rifle rounds. The kid was rocked back as he fell heavily onto his ass behind the desk. As he hit the pistol slipped from his hand before he crumpled to his side and lay there unmoving. His mouth and eyes were still open as blood began to pool around his body. The TRU officer saw the suspect drop and was about to turn his attention to the suspect still hiding behind the desk when movement caught his eye.
It was Tweaker who had watched his master, and only friend killed before his eyes. He drew in a deep breath his chest puffing out. His eyes were narrowed into hatful slits as they locked onto the officer that had killed his master. He managed to suck in a little more air just as the officer was starting to turn towards him. The TRU member didn't know what the Pokémon was doing but the other shield caring member did. He had just enough time to step between the two placing the shield in front of himself and the fire Pokémon. He didn't have time to brace himself as a jet of fire exploded from the Pokémon's mouth and slammed into the shield. The brave TRU member was forced to take a step back from the sheer force of the Pokémon's attack. The shield carrier gritted his teeth and dug his heels in.
Or tried to as he was still forced to retreat due to the force and the heat of the flames. The officer who had been saved by the shield carrier tried to get a shot but couldn't see pass the flames. Then Tweaker had grown frustrated with not roasted his intended target had started to swing his head back and forth trying to bathe the officers in flames. This forced the other shield carrier to get involved to try and take some of the burden. The rest of the officers retreated behind them as they were forced to back up towards the door in fear of the constant and searing flames.
Jack who could see Tweaker pouring fire on the invading officers as well as feel the heat off the flames. He couldn't see the officers where he was but he didn't hear them shooting. In fact he could only hear the whooshing sound of the Chameleon's flamethrower. 'If that motherfucker pushes those pigs all the way back I'll take everything I said about him back,' Jack thought as he still fought with his weapon. 'If I live through this I'll buy the fucker all the crack he wants. I'll let him fuck all the Lopunnies he wants. Hell I'll let the bastard fuck my own sister.' With his promise only known to himself he pulled the faulty magazine from his weapon completely. With a yell he shoved it in as hard as he could. The metal of the magazine cut a thin but long gash in his hand. However this time the magazine clicked into place. Jack wasted no time racking the weapon as it made a metallic click-clack sound. Suddenly it got very quiet as the Chameleon ran out of air and was forced to stop his attack.
Tweaker started to quickly suck in more air to continue his attack. The TRU members were forced back as some even had to leave the lobby as they backed up. The two shield carrier now no longer felt the force of the Pokémon's flames rushed forward. They took aim with their pistols the best they could while still holding the now slightly glowing red shields. They fired at the Pokémon as it drew in more air. The slugs hit the Pokémon causing it to rock back on its feet. A small short burst of flame escaped its mouth as the air was forced out of it. The two pistol wielding officers fired again pushing the Pokémon back even more as the rounds slammed into it.
They fired again and again forcing the fire Pokémon back still it's back was against the wall. However the stubborn bastard refused to go down even after the two officers had emptied their pistols into it. Now as they both stopped to reload Tweaker tried to draw in another pained breath to finish what he had started. One of the officers that was forced back outside had made it back inside under the covering fire of the shield carriers. He shouldered and leveled his shotgun at the Pokémon. He fired, the weapon making a loud boom in the relatively quiet lobby. The steel pellets hitting the Chameleon center mass. The force of which lifting him off the ground a few inches slamming his back against the wall. Blood blossomed from the gaping wounds in its chest before it slowly slid down the wall and to the ground.
The sudden silence that followed the violent fire fight was deafening. It was so quiet that when the officer pumped his shotgun Jack was able to hear the spent plastic shell hit the ground. It made a sharp tink sound as the brass end hit first followed by a deeper but quieter thunk as the hollow plastic tube hit next. He then could hear booted feet moving and the clicking of weapons shifting. He knew that they had spread out and had his position locked down with over lapping fields of fire. He knew he was screwed then as he looked down at the now loaded weapon in his hands. He knew what was coming next and he had a difficult but simple choice to make. Prison or death.
"You behind the desk!" An officer shouted as he aimed his rifle at the now pock marked desk. "Come out slowly with your hands in the air! Do it now!" Jack's heart raced as he gripped his rifle with white knuckles. He couldn't go back to prison he just couldn't. Plus they'd pin him with attempted murder of a police officer. Which was an easy 25 years, no way he could do that kind of time. He took a deep breath that he was sure was going to be his last one. He jumped up, popping up behind the desk his weapon halfway shouldered already. He didn't even get to pull the trigger before the waiting officers opened fire. His lightweight Kevlar vest couldn't handle the sheer number of rounds that tore into his body. His body was rocked as rounds slammed into it before it slumped to the ground behind the desk. His blood now mixing with Tweaker's and his master's. The TRU team members moved in and cuffed each suspect, including Tweaker, as protocol dictated before moving further into the hotel.
At the same time Bravo had breached the front Alpha breached as well. Grimm ducked his head slightly by tucking his chin to his chest. The small breaching charge went off sounding like a muted gunshot. The glass of the balcony door shattered and fell to the ground. Without missing a beat Grimm tossed the flashbang in the spoon flying off as it traveled through the air. He heard it land with a muted thud as it hit the carpeted floor. He then heard something that brought a thin smile to his lips. A very confused and surprised "Shit!" just before the flashbang went off. He waited half a heartbeat before he rushed into the room with a shouldered rifle.
"Police!" Grimm shouted as he quickly scanned the room. There were two beds set against the wall opposite the balcony. Set along the same wall as the balcony door was a stand where a TV would have sat. To Grimm's right was a door that lead to the bathroom while to his left was a window he could see the billboard through. His attention however was on the man that was on the floor next to one of the beds. He was on all fours using the crock of his elbow to cover his eyes as he tried to figure out what the hell was happening. "Police!" Grimm shouted again as he moved in a high crouch keeping his weapon aimed at the suspect. The man looked over at Grimm partially opening one eye. He made as if to reach for something under the bed as his other hand went to cover his eyes to try and relive the burning in them.
"Don't fucking move!" Grimm shouted as he closed the gap. He placed a booted foot in the middle of the suspect's back, not very hard but enough to knock him to his belly. "Hands behind your back!" Grimm ordered as he pressed down harder with his foot trying to stop him from getting whatever was under the bed. It worked as the suspect placed his hands behind his back already crossing his wrists. He seemed to be familiar with the position that Grimm was asking him to get into. Grimm then knelt down so his right knee was pressing into his back firmly while his left pressed down on the back of his neck to ensure he couldn't move. When he was sure the suspect couldn't move he let go of his rifle letting it hang close to his body by the sling. His right hand reached up and pulled a flex cuff from his vest. Grimm used the over sized zip tie to cuff the suspect's hands behind his back. After he had cinched the cuffs tight he stood back up and turned meaning to leave the room and continue with the search. When he got to his feet that was when he was able to see the second suspect.
It was clear to Grimm then that he had been in the bathroom. He didn't know if he had hid in there when the glass had shattered. Or if he just so happened to be in there when the raid started and had waited. Either way he had been spared the blinding effect of the flashbang as he eyed Grimm with nothing short of pure hate. His mouth was twisted into a sneer as he aimed the sawed off shotgun at Grimm. Who's weapon was still hanging by its sling as he remained in a half crouch. He still was standing over the first suspect and had been standing up when he saw the second suspect. When he did his froze as the two stared at each other for half a second. That was when Grimm heard a loud crack just before he felt something slam into his chest. Grimm was knocked backwards as the pellets hit his chest as the suspect unloaded both barrels. As he flew backwards the air was knocked out of him as he heard and felt something crack in his chest. He didn't know if it was his ribs, the ceramic plate in his vest or both.
He landed hard on his back forcing any air that had remained in his lugs out. Grimm tried to draw in a breath but his body wouldn't let him. His mind started to panic as he thought he was dying as he tried to caught his breath. His head felt like it was underwater, he couldn't breathe, he saw black spots in his vision, it felt like his ears were full of a thick fluid and he could hear voices in his head. 'So this is what it's like to die,' Grimm thought more disappointed than anything. His body drew in a breath without him knowing it as disappointment replaced the panic. 'There's no light. They said there'd be a light.' Grimm was very upset with them although he couldn't remember who them was at the moment. That was when a shape impeded his vision and snapped him out of his self pity.
It was the snarling face of the other suspect as he looked down at Grimm. It was then that he realized that he wasn't dead. He then watched as the suspect snapped the shotgun open. The two smoking and spent shells ejecting from it atomically. He realized that he wasn't dead but he was going to be very soon if he didn't do something very soon. He tried to grab his own weapon but his arms refused to listen to him as they lay limply where they had landed on the floor. Grimm watched helplessly as the suspect started to fish around in a pouch that was attached to his belt. Grimm tired harder to move his arms put all he was able to do was twitch his fingers some. The suspect saw this and sneered again. He stomped down hard onto Grimm's wrist pinning it to the floor. All Grimm could do was weakly groan in pain as he watched the suspect pull out a pair of shotgun shells. He knew he was going to die for real then as the suspect fumbled with the shells trying to get them into the shotgun's breach.
Suddenly a red mist exploded from the suspect's chest as his eyes widened in shock. His head snapped up as he looked around for something. Grimm watched as first the shotgun fell from his hand then the shells as the strength left his body. The color was quickly draining from his face as his eyes started to glaze over. It seemed moving his head became harder as it tucked to his chest and his knees started to buckle.
"Where?" Was all he managed to croak out. As blood followed the words out of his mouth. A second blossom of red mist exploded from the suspect's chest as the second high powered rifle round slammed into him. Grimm watched as he collapsed to the ground the painful pressure finally gone from his wrist. He lay there a second longer as he tried to figure out what had just happened. The voices in his head started to grow steadily louder till Grimm was able to realize that it was his radio. He was able to make out Angel's voice.
"This is Angel one suspect down," His voice was hard and emotionless. "Officer down."
"Who?" Savage's voice come over the radio next, concerned.
"It's Grimm," Hawk's voice also filled with concern.
"This is Savage to Alpha team," Savage ordered via radio. "I need someone to get to Grimm's position and pull him out. Now!" Grimm tried to say something into his mic to let them know he was ok but all he did was cough. He continued to cough till he weakly managed to sit up his body finally able to move.
"I'm o(cough)k," Grimm said weakly. "I'm ok." He twisted at his waist feeling his chest want to lock up and quit on him.
"Grimm?" Savage asked surprised. "Are you sure you're ok?" That was when Grimm thought he actually didn't know for sure if he was. He quickly stuck his right hand under his vest and ran it all along his chest and stomach. It was still sore and hurt a little bit to be touched but he didn't feel any wet spots. Then when he pulled his hand away and looked at it, it came away clean.
"Yeah I'm good," Grimm said a little more firmly as the pain started to fade. "Vest stopped it."
"Can you continue on?" Savage asked his tone deathly serious.
"Yeah," Grimm said his voice almost back to normal. He slowly got to his feet working the kinks out of his arms and back careful of his sore chest. "I'm good to go."
"Alight it's your call officer," Savage said his voice back to the bark of command. "Alpha team continue with the search." Grimm gripped his rifle again as he cracked his neck. He looked down at the first suspect who was still subdued on the floor. Then over to the second suspect who's eyes stared up at him lifelessly as blood pooled under him. Grimm kicked the shotgun away from dead suspect before using his foot to roll him over onto his stomach. He then knelt down and flex cuffed his hands as well. He then peeked into the bathroom just to make sure no one else was hiding. As he left the bathroom he was looking at the window he could see the billboard from. He was also able to see the two neat bullet holes punched into the glass. 'I owe you one Angel,' Grimm thought as he turned away from the window. Satisfied that the room was now secure and both suspects were subdued Grimm moved to the door that lead to the hallway.
Grimm was able to hear the crash of doors being kicked in and shouts as fellow officers searched the other rooms. Feeling like he was falling behind Grimm yanked the door open and quickly stuck his head into the hallway to make sure it was clear. When he did he was able to see an officer already crouching at either end covering the rest of the team as they searched the rooms. He quickly crossed the hallway and squared up with the door that was right across the hall. Sure if there were any suspects in the room they could hear the TRU members as they raided the building. With that in the forefront of his mind Grimm knew he had to move fast to keep them from getting into defensible positions. He drew his leg back and planted a booted foot just to the left of the door handle. The thin and already rotting wood easily splintering as the door banged open. Grimm had been expecting to see at least two suspects already with weapons aimed at the door. That was why he rushed in clearing the fatal funnel as quickly as possible and side stepping to the right still aiming at the center of the room. He was not ready for what he actual saw inside that room.
There was one suspect and three Pokémon in the room but all had failed to notice Grimm even after he kicked the door in. The male suspect wore no cloths as he stood at the foot of one of the two beds. The room was just like the one Grimm had just left to include a door that lead to a balcony on the far wall. The suspect was holding one of the three Pokémon, of the three this one was different then the other two. It looked kind of like a fox with redish-brown fur that became a darker brown around it's paws. It had large brown eyes that were glazed over and a tiny black dot for a nose. The most interesting thing about its appearance was the tuff of orange hair on top of its head and the six orange tails. What had caused Grimm to momentary pause was the suspect has holding the Vulpix on it's back onto the bed. He was thrusting into her vigorously and forcefully a tiny squeaky 'pix' leaving the small Pokémon's mouth each time he did. The two other Pokémon were both the same kind. They had bluish-black fur, a gold mark in the center of its forehead and chest, sharp looking white claws and red eyes that matched the few fathers they had in lue of a tail and the one on their left ears. The two Sneasel were standing on the bed watching very intently.
"Police!" Grimm shouted as he snapped out of it. "Don't move!" The man stopped his actions as he looked over at Grimm with wide eyes. The two Sneasel looked over their eyes wide with fear as they grabbed onto each other. "Step away from the bed and place your hands on your head!" Grimm ordered aiming his rifle at the suspect. At the same time scanning the room with his eyes and keeping a close eye on the bathroom, who's door was already open. The man literally pulled himself away from the Vulpix the Pokémon giving off another small squeak. The man complied as he slowly backed away placing his hands on the back of his head. The Sneasel meanwhile had started to tremble out of freight. "Turn around!" Grimm ordered. "On your knees!" The man turned around and slowly got onto his knees his back facing Grimm. He moved quickly behind the suspect and pulling one arm down at a time flux cuffing the man's arms behind his back. "On your stomach!"
"Can I get dressed first?" The man asked as he looked at the rough carpet and then to his uncovered groin. Grimm who's chest was still very soar didn't respond. Instead he placed a boot on his bare back and pushed him onto his stomach.
"Don't fucking move," Grimm spat as he turned to check on the three Pokémon. The Vulpix had not moved and her eyes were still glazed over as she stared blankly at the ceiling. The two Sneasel still clung to each other tightly and when Grimm had looked over at them they had buried their faces in the other's chest. "It's alright." Grimm said. Trying to be as comforting as possible in full tactual gear with assault weapon. "I'm not going to hurt you." The two Pokémon looked over at Grimm shyly as he pointed his weapon at the floor since the suspect was subdued. They smiled shyly up at him their eyes big and bright as they glistened with tears. 'Poor things,' Grimm thought. 'Must be scared to death. God knows what that bastard did to them.' Grimm was about to leave and continue with the search when the two Sneasel's expressions changed. Their grins became mischievous and sinister as their eyes narrowed. Grimm saw this and had no time to react as they leapt at him claws out.
He didn't even have time to bring his hands up when they landed on him. One landed on his chest the other onto his face. Both latched on and started to claw and swipe at him furiously. The one on his chest couldn't do much as she clawed at his damaged body armor. The one gripping onto his had however scratched at anything she could. His neck, cheeks, parts of his head that weren't protected by his helmet. Grimm's only saving grace was his goggles and the thin fabric of the balaclava. Grimm stumbled backwards as he brought his arms up trying to pull the crazed Pokémon off of his face. As he stumbled backwards the back of his legs hit the suspect as he lay on the floor. Grimm fell backwards landing hard onto his ass and then his back as the two Sneasel still clawed at him. He managed to grab the Sneasel that was latched onto his face with both hands. Feeling Grimm's hands around her she dug her claws in and gripped his head even tighter.
Grimm let out a painful yell as he slowly pulled the Pokémon off of his face. As he did so the dug in claws scrapped his flesh as he pulled her off. Blood started to flow from the shallow gashes as his balaclava made it difficult for her to scratch his skin directly. With a painful grunt Grimm was finally able to pull her free from his face. He held her out as far as his arms would extend as she still slashed wildly at the air trying to get at Grimm. She keep that up till he placed a single hand around her throat and applied enough presser to slightly restrict her air intake. She immediately stopped as her hands when to Grimm's wrist and grabbed it loosely. Her eyes became wide as they pleaded with Grimm as she tried to wiggle out of his firm grip. He used his free hand to pull a flex cuff from his vest.
"Place your hands behind your back," Grimm growled his voice deathly serious. The Sneasel looked up at him with large innocent looking eyes. He was unconvinced though that was twice he had given a Pokémon the benefit of the doubt twice it had bit him in the ass. There was not going to be a third. "Do it now." Grimm ordered as he squeezed her throat a little tighter. She quickly placed her hands behind her back and Grimm cuffed her. He pulled it tight to make sure the small Pokémon couldn't slip out of them. As this happened the Sneasel on his chest was still clawing away at his body armor making no progress. Once he was done with Sneasel one he grabbed Sneasel two by the neck. He cuffed her as well and placed them on their stomachs on the floor next to the suspect.
Grimm was about to get to his feet had even propped himself on his elbows when the third Pokémon jumped him. The Vulpix also landing on his chest and knocking him to his back again. He was about to grab her by the neck as well when she started to lick his face rapidly. Although she couldn't really get at it due to the balaclava there were still patches of bare skin due to the Sneasel's claws. Grimm couldn't help but chuckle as every time she found skin it tickled.
"Stop it," Grimm chuckled as he gently pushed her away. She worked past his arm and started to lick his face again. "Come on, cut it out." Grimm said still laughing. He wanted to get her off of him but she hadn't really given him a reason to be violent like the Sneasel had. Just when he was about to push her off again she suddenly stopped. She flopped down onto her back right on the center of his chest. Her tails tickling under his chin as she spread her paws as far out as they would go. She lifted her head up and looked at Grimm with pleading eyes. 'She's asking for something,' Grimm thought as he stared into her large eyes. 'But what?' Having messed around enough he started to slowly stand up thinking she would jump off of him then. Instead however she remained in that position until Grimm was almost completely standing up and she finally slide off.
Once on his feet the Vulpix jumped up and grabbed onto his right leg. She hugged it tightly as she looked up at him with those big pleading eyes. She was begging for something, food, water, rescue Grimm wasn't sure. He started to shake his leg trying to get her to let go but she refused as she still begged with her eyes. Seeing it wasn't working Grimm lowered his leg to floor again. He was busy trying to think how he could get her off without hurting her when she started to grind herself against his leg. Grimm looked down at her confused as her expression seemed even more desperate. He only became more confused when he felt a little bit of moister soak through his pants and onto his leg. His eyes then widened in disgust.
"Ahhh son of a bitch," Grimm swore as he tried to shake her off again. 'She pissed on me,' He thought disgusted. He was about to reach down and forcefully pull her off when he heard a voice over his radio.
"This is Savage to all teams," The leader said over the radio. "We are clear all suspects in custody. Mill operations located and secured. All officers lead any suspects in custody outside and regroup. CSI already on scene and waiting to start evidence collection." Grimm sighed as he looked down at the Vulpix that was still grinding against his leg. Knowing he didn't have time to deal with it he walked over to the suspect and grabbed him by the elbow.
"On your feet," Grimm ordered as he yanked him up. Grimm got a lot of strange looks from fellow officers as he lead a naked suspect and two hand cuffed Pokémon down the hallway with a third Pokémon hanging onto his leg. He walked with a limp to do this and it was steadily pissing him off. Once outside plain uniformed officers took the suspect and lead him over to where the rest of the suspects were waiting. Since Grimm had been inside a dozen squad cars had showed up their lights flashing as officers hurried around to search suspects and the hotel. Now that it had been made safe by the TRU officers. Grimm was sitting in the back of an ambulance his armor and shirt off as a paramedic looked at his chest. He had also removed his helmet and balaclava. He was busy holding a gauze pad to the deepest cut on his face as the Vulpix still clung tightly to his leg still begging.
"Owe," Grimm hissed in pain as the medic touched a tender spot on his chest.
"Sorry," The medic said.
"So what's the damage?" Grimm asked as he looked down at his chest. He couldn't see anything obviously wrong expect for the bruises that had formed.
"Well," The medic said as he stood back up. "You're extremely lucky. A few bruised ribs is it. Though the plate in your vest is cracked and useless now."
"So am I cleared for duty?" Grimm asked.
"I would advise against it," The medic scoffed.
"Look," Grimm said his eyes narrowed. He was having a very bad day. "Can I go back to work or not. Finish my day out on patrol?" The medic sighed.
"I guess you could," He said relenting.
"Good," Grimm said as he removed the gauze from his cheek.
"Arceus," Savage said as he walked up to Grimm. "It looks like you've been through the ringer."
"You should see the other guys," Grimm said with a weak smile.
"You alright officer?" Savage asked.
"Yeah I can still finish my shift," Grimm said with a wave of his hand. "It's just a patrol." Savage looked over at the medic who nodded.
"Who's your friend?" Savage asked as he pointed at the Vulpix.
"Don't know," Grimm said as he looked down at her. She was still begging Grimm for something. "She won't let go. I think she wants something, but I don't know what. Plus I've never seen starving Pokémon be this desperate." Savage sighed sadly when Grimm said that.
"She wants you to fuck her," Savage said sadly shaking his head.
"What?" Grimm demanded looking up at his leader. He didn't say anything but tossed a small clear evidence bag into Grimm's lap. He picked it up and looked at it holding it close to his face. Inside was a yellow powder that Grimm had never seen before. "What is it?" Grimm asked confused.
"Lemon dust," Savage explained as Grimm looked back up at him. "New illegal synthetic drug. An extremely potent aphrodisiac mixed with a kind of Ecstasy compound. It's designed only and especially for Pokémon. Makes it so all they want to do is eat and mate. That shit is so strong they don't care what they do it with. Prefect for running a mill."
"How long till it wears off?" Grimm asked as he looked at the Vulpix realizing the moister on his leg wasn't piss.
"That's the fucked up part," Savage explained his voice barely hiding the disgust in it. "It doesn't. After the first dose and after they do the deed. Their bodies and minds become addicted to the chemicals that are released during sex. They only need one dose and all they'll want to do is fuck all the time. We've heard of this shit but none of it had popped up here till today."
"Jesus," Was all Grimm could say. Savage looked confused and was about to say something when Grimm tossed him the baggy back. "So what do I do about her? And what about the rest of the Pokémon they had here?" Savage didn't say anything but pulled a Pokéball from his belt and tapped it to the Vulpix sealing her inside.
"We don't know," Savage said just as sadly. "These bastards wanted to make sure they could control the Pokémon. It's not like we can flush out their systems since they're addicted to something their body produces naturally We'll take them to the Pokémon center see if there is anything they can do. If not they'll have to be euthanized."
"What?" Grimm asked shocked. Savage looked at him sadly.
"I know it's wrong," Savage explained. "But it's all we can do if we can't cure them. It's not like we can release them back to the wild. They wanted these Pokémon to be dependent on people and that's what they got. The sick fucks."
"Yeah," Grimm said as he knew Savage was right.
"See you back at the station," Savage said as he started to walk away. "You'll feel better after a shower and a meal." Grimm watched him go. He had been hungry, extremely before but now didn't have much of an appetite.
