Author's Note:
Here it is, a Brock focused chapter and the one where he catches his next team member. This is one Pokémon I never really thought much of until planning this region and the team Brock should use. That was when I realised how perfect they go together. Like with anything, I have had to change it slightly but it is as close to the original episode as I could make it. We also get to see how Silver handles the cops who have him on four murder charges, time to see how manipulative he can be. Oh, and we get to see a couple of familiar faces as well. Don't forget to vote in the poll and with that, let's begin...
Chapter 36: A Better Pill to Swallow
After boarding the boat, the group waited on the front deck as they watched the boat pull away from the dock. Serena took the opportunity and rested her head on Ash's shoulder as she hugged his arm, interlocking his hand between her two. It seems she is still in her affectionate mood. She couldn't help but notice how romantic the sight of the expanding ocean with the lovely sea breeze through her hair as she is with her boyfriend. It was almost as the others with them just faded away so it was just them.
Although Misty, Brock, Janina, and Feraligatr were still there and decided not to bother the affectionate girl, and instead just watch the water ahead of them. They saw several Pokémon in the water. Some sort of blue angler fish with a yellow antenna was doing dolphin jumps, a school of Horsea was off in the distance with what looked to be a Kingdra leading them. Some Krabby and Kingler were even hanging out on the rocks. Finally, a massive dark blue kite shaped Pokémon burst out of the water and was apparently flying over it. Interested by the Pokémon he hasn't seen before, Ash decided to scan the ones doing the dolphin jumps first:
Lanturn, The Light Pokémon . The final evolved form of Chinchou. Lanturn is known to emit light. If you peer down into the dark sea from a ship at night, you can sometimes see this Pokémon's light rising from the depths where it swims. It gives the sea an appearance of a starlit night.
"Lanturn huh?" Ash inquired as he looked at them with interest, a water electric type is certainly a unique combination.
"So that could be what my Chinchou evolves into one day," Misty commented thoughtfully.
While it is true the troll can be very annoying at times, she has to admit it has been taking her training seriously. Ever since its embarrassing loss against Ash's Pikachu, a fellow electric type. While she still pranks the younger Pokémon , she has learned her lesson not to pick on those clearly stronger than her. If that means she has to get stronger so she can have more victims for her pranks, then so be it.
"So what's that other Pokémon ?" Ash asked, no-one imparticular. He turned his Pokedex in the direction of the big flying Pokémon as he scanned it:
Mantine, The Kite Pokémon . The final evolved form of Mantyke. On sunny days, schools of Mantine can be seen elegantly leaping over the sea's waves. This Pokémon is not bothered by the Remoraid that hitches rides. In some tropical regions, people ride this Pokémon over water as an extreme sport.
"Mantine seems pretty cool," Ash commented.
"And they are beautiful," Misty added, with a dream gaze at the wild one. "Can you imagine the feeling of riding such an elegant Pokémon across the ocean... It would be magical.".
She had a nice little image in her head of her riding on a Mantine's back across the water with all her other Pokémon close by. Although her Chinchou had evolved in this image, doing dolphin jumps like the wild ones. Even Psyduck was in the image, floating along in his inflatable ducky. Despite controlling his headaches, he still can't swim.
As the orange haired girl came back to her senses, she made a mental note about it being time to teach her yellow duck to swim. What sort of water Pokémon master has a water Pokémon who cannot swim? They are near the oceans so when is a better time to teach him?
Before anything else could be said, a familiar sound echoed over the group. All eyes turned to Ash, Serena even snapped out of her little Ash-Anticy. His stomach just alerted the group to the fact that they didn't really have breakfast because they were so busy ensuring they didn't miss the boat.
"I guess we haven't eaten yet." Serena giggled, finding her boyfriend's antics to be cute.
"I've heard this boat has an all you can eat buffet," Janina informed. "And it's free for those travelling to Cianwood.".
Those words were enough to put a massive smile on Ash's face and soon the group made their way down to the cafeteria. Once they all had a table, the group went for their breakfast. Misty and Serena had an omelette each, Janina just had a bowl of cereal while Ash and Brock went with a fully cooked breakfast... well Ash ended up with three plates in the end but each one was a fully cooked breakfast.
Not long after the group finished their meal, the boat docked at Cianwood. Despite making a few stops on some random islands, the trip as a whole only took around three hours. Due to a certain raven-haired boy, the group was some of the last ones to depart from the boat.
As they entered Cianwood, they noticed the ground was basically one giant beach. Some basic pathways were set up but the ground was pretty much only sand. They heard that it was a town built on an island but that is literally what it is. It is basically one big beach. Although the group couldn't admire the beauty of this place because of the groans of pain coming from Ash. After a couple of small steps, he ended up on his knees, clutching his stomach.
"Is something wrong, Ash?" Janina asked.
"Yeah..." Ash groaned in pain. "My stomach.".
"You've been stuffing yourself again." Brock diagnosed.
"What do you mean?" Ash asked, still holding his stomach.
"Ash, for breakfast you did eat two fully cooked breakfasts," Misty explained, in a concerned but disapproving tone.
"I did not!" Ash barked back, clearly offended. "I had three!".
This caused the group to just fall over in disbelief, his stomach is hurting because of how much he eats in one go but he acts through the amount he can stuff in his face is some sort of achievement. The only ones not to fall over in disbelief were Pikachu, Togepi, and Feraligatr.
"Not helping," Pikachu informed his trainer, in a firm tone.
"Don't worry Pikachu, I'm okay," Ash reassured, as he forced himself back to his feet. The electric mouse just sighed in response, if his trainer won't acknowledge that he is to blame for the amount he eats then he won't be either... Ash just better not come crying to him with stomach pains in that case. As Ash made it back up, another sharp pain shot through his stomach and brought him back to his knees. "Or I will be.".
"Brock, do you have anything Ash could take?" Serena asked as she kneeled next to him. While she agrees that this is self-inflicted, he is still her boyfriend and wants to support him through it. Once he is better, however, she will be sure to give him a stern talking too.
"I use too," Brock replied as he patted all his pockets to double check this statement. "But I'm all out now.".
"Ash needs help." Serena insisted. "What should we do?".
"I don't know," Brock admitted. He hasn't had the chance to study the map of this place and due to it being on a remote island, he doubts they have some sort of big human medical facility to use. Maybe they could go and ask Nurse Joy but she specializes in Pokémon , not people.
As they all went into some deep thought about what to do, a person walked up to the group. He had been told to expect a customer who was a young girl along with a Feraligatr. He also heard she might be joined by some other kids older than her, so he decided to meet them so they wouldn't get lost. Now he is glad he did, seeing as one of the kids is crippled over in pain.
"Maybe I could be of some help." A voice appeared behind Brock and Misty. The group gasped as the two older trainers turned around to not see anyone there. They quickly began looking around, thinking maybe they heard a ghost or something.
"M-Misty..." Brock stuttered as he was incredibly tense. "I j-just heard somebody say something.".
"Yeah, so did I," Misty replied, not stuttering but just as tense.
"Yes, I did too." The voice appeared again.
Having a clear idea of where the sound came from, both Brock and Misty looked down to see a small person standing right beside them. Some sort of hat, which looked like an upside-down bowl on his head. Dressed in a light purple shirt with a jacket over it which was a darker shade of purple. Along with black trousers. The hat covered his face.
"Oh, are you lost, little guy?" Brock asked, quickly assuming its a young kid simply because of his size.
"What! I am not lost and certainly not a child!" The man shouted angrily, as he looked up. Due to him having a moustache and grey hair, along with quite a few wrinkles sprinkled over his face, it was clear he was an older person despite what his height might suggest. "Oh-oh, I may be little but I am not a child. I am Old Man Shuckle!".
"Old man Shuckle?" Misty questioned, as she blinked a couple of times.
"Correct, I run a special pharmacy here on Cianwood and was told about a group of kids arriving. I only wished to help and give you the medicine you came for as soon as possible but if you think I am nothing more than a mere child-" The old man informed as he began to walk away.
"I am so sorry." Brock apologized as he went after the man, luckily he stopped once he heard that. "I didn't mean to offend you, Old Man Suckle.".
"IT'S OLD MAN SHUCKLE!" The man shouted in response to the boy getting his name wrong.
"Brock only made a mistake, old man Shuckle." Serena insisted. "Please, can you do something to cure Ash's stomach ache?".
"Hohohohohohoho." The old man laughed as he approached the raven-haired boy, he even seemed to have a glint in his eye. "So little Ash here has a stomach ache, does he?".
"That's right," Ash confirmed as Old Man Shuckle got right up into his face, creeping Ash out slightly as he let go of his stomach.
"Let's see where it hurts." Old Man Shuckle replied. He started to press Ash's stomach as he asked. "Here, here and over here?".
"That's right," Ash replied, a little nervously. "All over.".
"Hmm, I have just the thing." The old man replied as he took a bottle out of his back pocket. "These will ease the tummy.".
"I hope so," Ash replied, as Old Man Shuckle opened the bottle before sprinkling three ball things onto his hand. "Thanks a lot, sir.".
Ash stared at the three balls for a moment, a little hesitant, before throwing them into his mouth and swallowing them whole. After a few seconds, he noticed his stomach no-longer hurt and began laughing.
"Hey, my-WHOA!" Ash was quickly interrupted by some sort of explosion taking place inside of him. All of Ash's friends just gasped as they looked to see how Ash was, while Pikachu smirked, this is what you get though stuffing your face, he thought. Although he did look back, concerned for his friend. Brock quickly rushed to his side.
"Come on, Ash. Are you alright? Wake up!" He pleaded as he tried to shake him awake.
"... Ash." Serena whispered in a worried tone.
"What was in that medicine that you gave to our friend Ash?!" Misty asked, clearly angry someone tried to hurt her little brother figure.
"The same things I always put in my Pokémon medicine." Old Man Shuckle replied, cheerfully. That seemed to snap Serena out of her worried state.
"YOU GAVE HIM POKÉMON MEDICINE?!" Serena asked, even angrier than Misty, looming over the old man who suddenly became very nervous.
"Yes... But please... I can explain..." The old man replied, clearly nervous. Even holding his hands up to show the honey-blonde girl he meant no harm.
"Huh, you know what?" Ash asked rhetorically. "My stomach ache has all gone.".
Serena blinked as she snapped out of her anger and turned to Ash. "Are you sure Ash?".
"Sure am," Ash reassured with a smile. "Wha!".
"What is it?" Brock asked.
"That was a hunger pain," Ash replied sheepishly, with a nervous chuckle.
"You see the medicine and remedies that I make work on both people and Pokémon ." Old Man Shuckle explained.
"You mean you made that miraculous medicine all by yourself?!" Brock asked, clearly excited. "I knew the moment I saw you that you were like some sort of magical wizard or something.".
"I like to think so," Old Man Shuckle replied, soaking in the praise.
"Just look at you, your surrounded by a magical light," Brock exclaimed.
It was true, a bright light seemed to be shooting out from behind his back, making Old Man Shuckle appear gifted or at least draw in attention. However, Misty wasn't convinced and ended up kneeling behind him to find out what this light exactly was.
"That's not a magical light, Brock," Misty informed, in a know it all tone. "It's just a flashlight.".
"Ahem," Old Man Shuckle cleared his throat. "I have an idea, why don't you all come and see where I make my medicine. I believe you were coming anyway to pick up an order for the Olivine lighthouse keeper.".
"We'd love to, just show the way," Brock replied.
With that, the old man began leading the group towards his home and place of business. With everyone following close behind. While Feraligatr couldn't be certain, he had a bad feeling some sort of whacky adventure was about to take place but since he is here to chaperone this girl with the medicine, he will be sure to drag her away before anything fun or dangerous can take place. He has a job and fully intends to keep it. If the other kids want to get involved, he has no business in their affairs now.
It didn't take the group long before they reached an old wooden shack in the south of the city. The city itself wasn't really that impressive, a few houses and more solid paths for bikes but no vehicles could be seen and the ground was still mostly sand. There was also a large cliff but according to the map, that is some wildness and not classed as part of the city despite being on the same island.
Old Man Shuckle opened the door and lead the group inside of his shack. It seemed like any normal house but was all in one room. A settee was on one side of the room, with a kitchen in the other. The settee was spread out as a sort of sofa-bed. Another thing the group noticed was several Pidgey-holes spread against the walls, the kind you might see at a post office.
"Well, here we are," Old Man Shuckle announced. "This is where I mix my herbs, fruits, and grasses to make my medicine.".
As he said this, he walked over to the kitchen and rummaged around in one of the cupboards before pulling out a brown bag. He walked back to the group and they noticed it was labbed as, 'For Jasmine, Olivine Gym leader', which makes sense she would've been the one to order it.
"Here you go young lady, Jasmine already paid over the phone," Old Man Shuckle informed.
Janina nodded and understood what he told her. As this exchange was taking place, Ash, Serena, Misty, and Brock decided to investigate the Pidgey-holes. They each contained a sort of red rock with holes over it. Misty picked one up, hoping to find out what it was.
"There must be something inside them which makes-" Misty reasoned as she twisted the object around in her hands.
Suddenly, a slimy yellow string thing slivered out of one of the holes and wrapped around Misty's arm. This caused her to get creeped out and drop the rock on the floor, despite doing well with the group's bug types like Beedrill, Heracross, and Ledian, she still isn't over that phobia of hers. At least she didn't scream this time.
"What's the matter, Misty?" Serena asked, seeing the girl's startled face and her dropping the rock.
"There's something alive inside," Misty exclaimed, panting as she tried to calm herself down.
As if on cue, more long yellow tentacle shaped things slivered out of different holes, with four seeming to be in the position of some sort of legs while the biggest one had a pretty simplistic face on, two beady black eyes and a small mouth. This grabbed everyone's attention.
"That's just one of my Shuckle," The pharmacist informed, cheerfully.
"Shuckle?" Ash questioned, as he and Serena pulled out their Pokedex's to scan it:
Shuckle, The Mold Pokémon . Shuckle quietly hides under rocks, keeping its body concealed inside its hard shell while eating berries it has stored away. The berries mix with its body fluids to become a juice. This juice is believed to have some medical properties.
"Without my Shuckle friends here, I couldn't make my medicine," The old man informed, as he picked the Mold Pokémon up which Misty dropped on the floor.
"Why is that, Old Man Shuckle?" Brock asked, now realising where his name comes from. It seems the others realised this as well as Ash and Serena stiffed a giggle.
"I mix up my ingredients in their shells and leave them to the nutrients which Shuckle store in their shells," The old man explains. "This is so they can survive the colder months but here, they don't need it since its always sunny and I provide them with enough food. So their nutrients help boost the healing effects.".
It was at this point that he reached inside the Shuckle's shell and pulled out some sort of tablets. They looked pretty much identical to the ones he gave Ash earlier, and he then let the Shuckle go on its way.
"Why do you make so much of those tablets, sir?" Janina asked, voicing what the others were thinking.
"It's because of the gym leader of this place, he is always eating himself into trouble so I end up sending a batch over every other day or two," Old Man Shuckle informed.
"Grrrr," Feraligatr growled.
"What's up Feraligatr?" Janina asked.
"He said its time you two got going," Ash translated for him
"Aww, but I want to see more of the Shuckle," Janina whined, she knew the boat home wasn't leaving yet.
Feraligatr shook his head, he knows she is supposed to be on punishment for evolving her Steelix and he was sent to ensure she only performed this task and not use it as a fun day trip. She pointed his claw at the door and Janina knew there was no point arguing.
The others just watched as the massive water type walked the young girl out of the building. None of them wanted to say anything as they knew Feraligatr was on strict instructions and also don't want to anger it. An awkward silence filled the house after the two left before Old Man Shuckle decided to clear the air as he flipped through a book.
"So anyway, by mixing up different ingredients into my Shuckle, they create different medicines," The old man explained as he pointed to a picture of a Shuckle who had a light purple shell instead of a red one. "But legend has it the nutrients in a Shuckle of this colour give off a weird reaction which makes the consume irresistible to Pokémon .".
"Just imagine if I could tame any Pokémon !" Brock exclaimed before entering a nice little fantasy.
He was sat on a field on a bright sunny day, nearby was all his Pokémon but he also had several wild ones like a Nidoking, a Gyarados, a Fearow, a Persian and even a Raticate. It might seem weird all the Pokémon he imagined we big bad fully evolved Pokémon known for not being friendly but that is exactly what would make this thing so effective. Little did he know, whilst having this little image in his head, he picked up Pikachu and began to nuzzle their cheeks together.
"Pika!" Pikachu cried out as he released a massive electric shock on the Pokémon Breeder.
"Gwa!" Brock cried out as he was engulfed by the electric attack. Brock dropped Pikachu on the floor as he fell to the side, with static sparking all over his body and soot covering most of it. Ash saw what happened and gave his starter a disapproving look. Pikachu looked back at him and shrugged.
"What?" Pikachu asked. "He knows I like my personal space.".
"Does Eevee know that too?" Ash asked in a teasing tone. Pikachu blushed for a moment before shaking his head and sticking his tongue back out. Of course, Pikachu knew Brock wasn't going to hurt him but if he lets one person pick him up and fondle him like a plush-doll, then everyone will want to do so. It's not his fault he is so adorable.
"Not as much as you and Serena like your personal space," Pikachu teased back. Now it was Ash's turn to blush bright red, while nobody but he could understand what the electric mouse said, it was clearly embarrassing. Suddenly Brock sprung back up from his electric educed daze.
"I've never asked anything of you before, mainly because I've never met you before!" Brock exclaimed as he kneeled in front of the pharmacist. "But I would be the happiest man in the world if you gave me that Shuckle juice!".
"Unfortunately, I am not a young as I use to be and finding a shiny Shuckle isn't easy," The Old Man informed.
"There must be some way to find it," Brock replied, as he hung his head in disappointment.
"Well Shuckle can be found ontop of the cliff which overlooks this city and when I was younger I knew of a purple Shuckle that lived there," The Old Man informed. "But at the time, I was only interested in finding Shuckle to help me set up my business so we parted ways... I believe it should still live there.".
"What can I say!" Brock exclaimed as streams of tears of joy flooded down his face. "Thank you so much!".
"Whilst you're up there, why not bring down some more of the regular Shuckle as well," The old man smirked as he gestured to a wooden cart to carry them in. "I shall also give you my partner to make finding them that much easier. Spoopy! Spoopy!".
"Spoopy?" Brock questioned.
His answer was soon given as a pretty big Bellsprout waddled out from a dark corner. It looked like any other Bellsprout the group had encountered whilst on their travels, because they had seen so many, neither Ash or Serena felt the need to scan it with their Pokedex's.
"Ah, this is Spoopy," Old Man Shuckle introduced.
"Hiya!" Bellsprout waved to the group.
"A Bellsprout?" Ash, Serena and Misty chorused.
"Spoopy has been specially trained to sniff out the Shuckle and tell which ones have the medicine finished within them," The old man informed. "But I am not getting any younger and going searching with Spoopy is harder and harder each time.".
"Why don't you just capture a bunch of them?" Ash asked.
"That is why I have all those Shuckle back in my house, but they can only do so much," The old man explained. "As I said, the medicine is infused with the nutrients from the Shuckle but when in captivity they don't require as much so the wild Shuckle are the only ones capable of making the stronger medicines.".
"So you use Bellsprout to sniff out and catch them, without really catching them!" Ash exclaimed, always excited to learn new things about Pokémon .
"Yes, but even with my Spoopy, I still need quite a bit of help," The pharmacist replied. "That's why I was thinking if all of you pitch in-".
"Then Brock gets some juice," Serena finished the sentiment.
"To get a juice which tames Pokémon , I'll do anything!" Brock exclaimed.
"Good, then Spoopy shall lead you to the Shuckle's territory," The old man informed before the Bellsprout began running out of the door.
The group realised they would have to keep up with the little guy, so quickly chased after it. For saying Bellsprout aren't known for their speed, Spoopy was didn't get that particular memo and was really moving. Brock grabbed the cart, pulling it along as they all chased the grass poison type.
While Misty wants to help Brock achieve his dream of becoming a great Pokémon breeder, she can't help but think this is the wrong way to go about it. It would be like if Serena used her ESP to make Ash fall for her, while she technically would have the boyfriend she wants, it wouldn't truly be him that is showing her the attention. While two different situations, can Brock really be classed as a great breeder if Pokémon only approach him because of some juice?
Back in Olivine, Silver is currently in a police station, in an interview room to be exact. His hands are handcuffed together and on the table as well. Despite being held on four accounts of murder, having similarities to over twenty other murders of members of Team Rocket, he doesn't seem phased in the slightest. On the contrary, his expression only showed a calculated man. It makes sense that if he could mercilessly kill all those people, the police force wouldn't scare him.
After who-knows-how-long of being left in the dark room by himself to go over the previous night's events, a door finally opened and in walked a man in his early thirties with a long brown trench coat and black silk hair with hints of grey. He gave the red-haired man a long cold stare as he placed a pile of paperwork on the table.
"Silver... Through all our research, we were unable to find a surname for you." The man informed. "My name is Detective inspector Looker.".
"I don't have a surname." Silver growled, he never kept any of the surnames from the families which fostered him since none wanted to keep him and so he didn't want to keep their name. "Detective Inspector. And before you mention it, I don't want a lawyer. I've done nothing wrong.".
"Very well, Silver." Looker informed as he hit the machine behind his seat. "Interview with Silver, on the charge of four accounts of murder. In the room is Detective inspector Looker and Silver. Could you please confirm you've waved your right to legal advice?".
"Certainly, for the benefit of the tape, I do not need an overpaid lawyer to defend me. They would want me to cut a deal when in reality, I will be released without charge." Silver informed in a cocky tone.
"So you deny that any sort of crime took place last night?" Looker asked, ready to present photos of the gruesome murder and Jasmine's witness statement. He also got the ready to show the forensic report.
"No. A crime did take place last night." Silver replied calmly. "Four men opened fire onto the Olivine lighthouse as both myself and the gym leader of Olivine was inside. That is the only crime that took place last night.".
"So how do you explain what happened to these men?" Looker asked.
"Self-defense." Silver smirked.
"And how do you reach that conclusion?" Looker asked.
"They were openly firing on us, a bullet embedded in the wall an inch from my head." Silver replied. "They clearly intended to kill, so under self-defence, I did what I had to ensure both the safety of myself and the gym leader in the situation.".
"Which ended with four men bloody and dead at the hands of your Weavile," Looker replied.
"It's not my fault they picked a battle they couldn't win," Silver replied. "If you don't believe me, just ask Jasmine.".
"Oh, I have. She made it clear she never wanted the men to be killed and doesn't mention you doing it in self-defence at all," Looker informed confidently as he presented her written statement.
"That may be what she is saying now, but did she say that on the night?" Silver asked, calmly.
"You're saying she is lying to cover for herself?" Looker asked. "Or just to get you into trouble.".
"No... Well not intentionally," Silver replied. "But tell me Detective Inspector, have you ever heard the saying, actions speak louder than words?".
"Of course," Looker replied, not sure where the man is going with this.
"Well let me put it this way," Silver replied. "I got out through the back door of the lighthouse, the door which always remains locked. The only key, in the hands of the said gym leader. If she didn't want me to stop them in self-defence, why did she give me that key to escape?".
Looker was taken aback by this, he knew exactly what Silver was getting at. She never mentioned him threatening her or any signs of such. He is sure Jasmine didn't want him to kill these grunts but she unknowingly handed him the key to doing so. Silver is right, if this goes to court, then it will be seen as self-defence. Silver smirked seeing the inspector's flustered face. Jasmine was the only one to counter it and Silver turned her own actions against her words.
"Now tell me, inspector, with what I just told you, combined with the fact we were under fire and no way to contact any sort of police," Silver listed his case in the calmest voice possible. "Do you honestly think you could convince a judge or even a jury that what I did wasn't in self-defence?".
Looker didn't answer that but his expression told Silver all he needed to know, he won. He never denied the deaths of these men, and he didn't even resist arrest so they couldn't keep him on minor charges like that. "We still have other things to discuss.".
"Such as?" Silver asked.
"Over the last year, several rocket grunts have turned up. Usually in some sort of vehicle which has been toppled and all of them were brutally torn apart in the same manner as the four men you killed last night." Looker informed. "In total, we have a series of at least twenty-seven murders. If we add on the four you've admitted, that makes thirty-one. All rocket grunts, all killed in the same way.".
Looker pulled out several images from the multiple crime scenes, many of them being very graphic, although Silver didn't even blink at the sight of them. Looker saw this as he isn't surprised because he caused it. Any cold-hearted killer wouldn't be affected by the sight but that can't be used as evidence, especially since many police officers who have seen many scenes also become hardened to the sight without even committing the crimes, himself included.
"And you think I did this?" Silver asked, with an icy cold stare. "Based on what?".
"Based on the fact that all these men were ripped apart in the same style you used last night," Looker informed.
"I don't think so," Silver dismissed. "I don't even need to read the forensic report, those bodies have bite marks on. My Weavile has never bitten anyone.".
"No, but according to eyewitnesses, the culprit is a young man, early twenties with long red hair and partnered with a Feraligatr," Looker informed. "According to our league records, you started with a Totodile which you stole from Professor Elm in New Bark town and had evolved into a Feraligatr by the time you reached that year's league.".
"Yes, theft and murder. Clearly two very similar crimes," Silver replied, in a mocking tone. "I was a child, a juvenile at the time and the Professor never pressed any charges for it. He let me keep Totodile as my own and now I rotate my team from his lab. If you think you can hold me on a theft charge from years ago, I'm sorry but it won't work.".
"I never said we wanted to pursue the theft charges, we can't since the victim made it a no further action," Looker replied. "I only brought it up to establish the fact that you do have a Feraligatr. The Pokémon our witnesses claim was with the man who committed these murders. The man that was described to look like you.".
"Ah yes, these witnesses," Silver replied. "From what you've told me, what I've heard on news reports and from these images. All these attacks took place in a secluded area meaning the only possible witnesses would be grunts which escaped.".
"Your point?" Looker asked.
"My point is, it means one of two things," Silver smirked. "Either the international police have someone working undercover within Team Rocket, which I am sure the media would love to hear since they are wanted on several serious charges back in Kanto and you would know exactly where they have been hiding out.".
Looker had a worried look enter his eye at that deduction the boy just made. He has faced smart criminals in his time but to have one of his own plans laid out in front of him without so much as a blink of an eyelid is unnerving. If nothing else, Looker is now convinced he has the right man in custody.
"Or it means you have some grunts in your back pocket," Silver continued his statement. "Either way, when the media hears about this, it wouldn't take Team Rocket long to hear about it either, I'd assume. Then they would go through everyone until they found the informants or the mole. And we both know how criminals like them handle betrayal... Having an officer or registered informants killed on your watch would put you in this seat, instead of me. Wouldn't it, Inspector?".
"Are you threatening me?" Looker asked.
"No, I wouldn't go to the news with this," Silver assured. "The Police make a big enough joke of themselves without my help.".
"You don't have a lot of faith in the police force, do you?" Looker asked. "It says here you recently had a run in with them when dealing an out of control Skarmory, the officer concerned made it clear in his write up that he felt threatened and you held him in little regard.".
"Where I come from, respect has to be earnt, inspector." Silver growled.
"And you don't think officers who risk their lives day in and day out have earnt it?" Looker asked.
"You've got a job to do, to catch this serial killer of the grunts," Silver replied. "But instead, your in here, trying to pin it on me with no real evidence. If you actually were doing your job, you'd have Team Rocket behind a cell or in the ground, where they belong. But instead, your here fishing, hoping I'll confess with no incentive to do so.".
"I've already mentioned the witnesses we have," Looker replied. "And you just mentioned wanting to see them dead.".
"If you went out and questioned people, as your suppose to, you'd learn that most feel the same way," Silver snarled in response. "So by that logic, they are also all serial killers. You should learn that wanting isn't doing.".
Silver just stared at the detective inspector as Looker stared back, both wanting to see who would break first. A thought popped into the red-haired man's head and his cold glare was replaced by a smirk. Leaning back, closing his eyes, Silver decided to share his thought with the inspector.
"But you've failed to show any actually signed statements from these supposed witnesses, which leads me to conclude they are apparent informants you have," Silver replied. "So tell me, do you think you could convince these grunts to stand up in court and testify? Knowing it would reveal their identity to the higher ups of the criminal organisation. They would be signing their own death certificates if they did that.".
"Not only that but why should a jury believe the word of known associates of Team Rocket? They are career criminals who can't be trusted, some might even think they deserve it. In which case, I'll walk free anyway. And if I am this serial killer you think I am, who would I make my next targets, some random grunts or the ones who tried to send me to prison? What's the matter? Well then, since you have no evidence to prove my involvement in any sort of way, I guess I rest the case for the defence.".
Looker was again stumped by this and just sat back as he tried to think of another angle to come at this from. He was hoping to wind Silver up to the point of confessing but since this interview began, the red-haired man has been leading this interview. Silver knew this as well and smirked.
"Let me make things clear for you, inspector," Silver replied, snarling the title the man worked so hard to achieve. "You was hoping you could frustrate me into confessing, but everything you've mentioned is either circumstantial or not admissible in court. And just so we are clear, even if you held a gun to my head, you would have to blow my brains out first because you won't have me admit to what happened at these scenes. I have nothing to do with them.".
Looker just stared at the man in front of him, that was basically saying he would pull a no-comment from here on out or even worst twist anything else like he already did, he was certain he could get him on the four last night and forensically link them to the remaining murders but he crushed the notion of that right from the start. As much as the detective inspector hates to admit it, Silver is right, he has no evidence to link him with any sort of crime.
"Interview ending at 14:51," Looker announced as he turned the recording machine off.
"Oh, and Looker," Silver called out. "Next time you want to pull someone in and accuse them of being a serial killer, make sure you have some evidence to prove their involvement first.".
It wasn't long before Spoopy or the others made it to the top of the cliffside, a ramp had been carved into the side, making climbing up very easy. Brock was lagging behind a bit since he had the cart to pull along although that didn't deter the Flower Pokémon .
Almost the instant they made it to the top of the cliff-side, Bellsprout began sniffing around for some Shuckle. He even used two vine whip's to move logs and grass out of the way. It didn't take long for him to find some and he quickly began launching them into the air with his vine whips.
The group realised they didn't have much time to react and all ended up catching one of the Shuckle, even Misty did despite knowing a bug was inside the rock. She just kept repeating in her head, 'it's just a rock' and prayed that the actual Pokémon wouldn't reveal themselves after being launched like they were. Before Long Brock arrived and the group quickly put those caught Shuckle into his cart.
While the speedy Bellsprout had found some more Shuckle, he knew none of them was ready and left them be. With the first load safe in the cart, the group raced after the sniffing Flower Pokémon .
"Urg, how fast can that Spoopy go?" Misty groaned.
"The Spoopy is pretty speedy," Ash added.
The group didn't get to talk for long as Spoopy ended up finding another set of ready to harvest Shuckle. Just like before, he used vine whip to reveal their hiding location then used the same vines to launch them into the air. If Old Man Shuckle was able to keep up with Spoopy by himself, then he might actually be some sort of wizard.
Ash caught the first one, having to dive to catch it, with Serena getting the next two. Misty also had to hurry up and catch one with Brock realising he was the only one left, he left the cart as he saw the final two hurdling in the air. He caught them with extended arms, clearly not enjoying this little game of Spoopy's.
"Hey, I'm a breeder!" Brock cried out, as he brought the two Shuckle in. "Not an outfielder!".
Spoopy didn't seem to listen and continued to launch one Shuckle after another. The group put the ones they caught into the cart but it soon became pretty obvious that the grass poison type was running rings around them. They were in the heart of the Shuckle's territory and Spoopy literally made it rain in the Mold Pokémon .
"They're all over," Serena commented as she worked on putting the Shuckle who Spoopy previous launched, into the cart.
"It's like a Shuckle shower," Ash joked, not that anyone laughed.
Despite the sheer number of Shuckle that Spoopy presented, the group soon had them all in the cart. While it might seem weird at first so many could fit in one cart, they remembered the old man made this journey last year so he must've only had enough Shuckle to make that journey once.
While the group were trying to recover from the Shuckle shower, Spoopy continued to sniff the air. While he was sure they got all the Shuckle prepared before, there was one they were still after. Soon Spoopy picked up on what he was sniffing for and took off into the wooded area.
"Aha, there it goes!" Serena gasped, as a glint appeared in Brock's eye.
"The purple Shuckle," Brock whispered, before he took off after Spoopy, leaving the others with the collection of Shuckle.
It didn't take the breeder long before he discovered Spoopy sat on top of a rock, having some sort of chat with the Shuckle. While Brock couldn't understand either of their native tongues, it was clear Spoopy was attempting to convince the Shuckle of something.
"Hey Spoopy, you found the purple Shuckle after all," Brock called out as he approached both.
The purple Shuckle frowned once he saw a young whippersnapper walking towards them. The younger generation, they have no manners. He was trying to talk with this surprisingly polite Bellsprout, named Spoopy, and now a millennial is going to try and ruin it.
Brock frowned once he saw the Shuckle's expression, he knows enough about Pokémon to know that this Shuckle is actually very old, much older than the other Shuckle they've met today. Seeing as he is in the presence of an elder, Brock sat down on the ground, so Shuckle was slightly higher than himself.
"Hey Shuckle, sorry for disturbing you," Brock started. "I don't know what Spoopy was saying but from your expression, I think we might've gotten off on the wrong foot.".
Now Shuckle was surprised with how this kid gave him respect by making it so he was looking down on him and not up due to their size difference. As he grew old in these cliffsides, Shuckle also grew grumpy. Guess he judged this kid too quickly. Although he would need to know for sure.
"Shuckle Shuck?" Shuckle asked, in a questioning tone?
"What are we doing here?" Brock asked, clarifying that was Shuckle's question.
The shiny bug rock type nodded, Spoopy is an old friend and has given him one answer but he wants to see if this kid tells him the same. He has already been surprised by his show of respect by sitting on the ground.
"Well, we came up here for Old Man Shuckle to collect his Shuckle so he could harvest the medicine," Brock explained. "Although we agreed to, so we could find you. He told us that the nutrients from a purple Shuckle could make juice to attract any wild Pokémon .".
"Shuck Shuckle?" Shuckle asked in response.
"Why do I want that juice?" Brock asked, again having Shuckle confirm his question with a nod. "Well, I am currently on a journey to become the best breeder I possibly could be so a juice which attracts all Pokémon would be perfect in helping that.".
The purple Shuckle sighed, while this kid did start strong he quickly let himself down. Why do kids nowadays want everything handed to them on a plate? While he admires the boy's honesty, he can't help but assign the idea that he wants all the praise of a good breeder without any of the work.
"That being said..." Brock continued. "I had a taste of what it would be like having the Pokémon flock to me when Spoopy threw the Shuckle ready for harvest at my friends and I, and it made me realise. It might be nice to have all the Pokémon come to me, like how all the Shuckle came to us when Spoopy was harvesting them. But they only did it because of some outside interference. Even though it was to get more medicine, the Shuckle didn't get a choice really.".
"Shuckle?" The Mold Pokémon questioned.
"And so I would rather tame Pokémon the real way," Brock continued. "Just using my natural abilities and knowledge. I want to be the worlds best more than anything but only if I can do it fair and square.".
Shuckle looked the boy in the eyes, while his original motivation to do this job let him down, the fact he was able to learn such a valuable lesson has made the shiny Pokémon reevaluate him. While he is old now and has learnt from his mistakes, he realised that the kids need to make the same mistakes to learn from, just like he did. With the answer that Brock just gave, Shuckle turned to Spoopy and nodded his head.
Spoopy smiled proudly and used Vine Whip to pick the old timer up. Unlike the previous times when he would throw the Shuckle with this move, instead, they just wrapped around him and picked him up. Brock looked confused as the Flower Pokémon carried the shiny Shuckle back the way it came. Not quite understanding what was going on, the breeder quickly stood up to follow them. Luckily, Spoopy was no-longer rushing since he had Shuckle to carry.
Soon the group were back in the pharmacist house with a cart full of Shuckle and the purple Shuckle sat on the table. Since getting back, the Old Man and the shiny Shuckle have been conversing but due to being vague, none of the group really understood what was being said.
"So you finally found one you like?" The Old Man asked the Mold Pokémon .
"Shuckle," The shiny Shuckle replied.
"Like?" Brock questioned.
"Ah yes, you see this Shiny Shuckle is an old friend of mine. He is one of the eldest Shuckle on the island," The old man explained. "Although you must forgive me, as I lead you up to the Shuckle with false intentions.".
"What do you mean?" Serena asked.
"A purple Shuckle isn't able to create that juice I promised, and even if they did, I don't use my friend here for making medicine," The old man explained. "As Shuckle get older, they need all the nutrients they can get so I stop using them after a certain age.".
"So why did you get us to find the purple Shuckle?" Misty asked.
"As I said, he is an old friend of mine and its nice to catch up every once in a while," The old man explained. "Although the other reason is, my friend here has had one regret over his life. The fact he never got to explore or see the world.".
"I don't get it," Ash replied.
"You see, my friend is past his battling days and just wants to see the world whilst he has the chance," The old man explained. "So we came up with a deal. Each year I would find some trainers and send them to find him. He would evaluate to see if any take to his liking and if so, ask them to take him with them.".
"So does that mean Shuckle wants to join one of us?" Serena asked.
"Shuck Shuckle," Shuckle replied, before pointing at Brock.
"Me?" Brock questioned.
"You see, while my friend thinks your still a little wet behind the ears, he has seen something in you which he likes," The old man explained. "So Brock, even though there is no special juice to attract all Pokémon , would you take Shuckle with you?".
"I um, of course," Brock stuttered, not expecting this turn of events.
Brock took out a Pokeball and went and kneeled in front of the purple Shuckle, holding it out, he waited to see if this truly what the Mold Pokémon wants. Shuckle looked deep into the breeder's squinty eyes. He isn't getting any younger and this young man, while not perfect, would make a fine companion to take him on a journey. He could even pass on some of his life knowledge to the young whippersnapper.
Without any second thoughts, the Shiny Shuckle nodded his head against the Pokeball and was sucked inside after being engulfed with a bright red light. As soon as he was in the Pokeball, it dinged to show he didn't put up any resistance. Brock smiled at the Pokeball as he stood up.
"I promise Shuckle, we will get to see the world, together," Brock whispered to the Pokeball before shrinking it down and attaching it to his belt.
Later that evening, the group had said goodbye to the pharmacist and made their way back to the Pokémon centre. They are all currently sat outside, with their teams out to introduce them to the newest member of Brock's team. They were also near the ocean which is useful so Misty's team could also properly introduce themselves
Ash's current team was: Pikachu, Muk, Heracross, Bayleaf, Noctowl, Totodile and Togepi. Serena's current team was: Eevee, Larvitar, Furret, Quagsire, Ledian and Murkrow. Misty's current team was: Starmie, Seaking, Poliwhirl, Chinchou, Marill and Qwilfish. While Brock's team was: Onix, Ninetales, Stantler, Pineco, Bonsly and now Shuckle.
All was going well and all the introductions went well enough. Chinchou did attempt to troll the elderly Pokémon but Shuckle was too wise to fall for anything the young whippersnapper was attempting to pull off. As the group were getting to know the elderly Shuckle, two more people and a certain ground type left the Pokémon centre, which happens to be next to the ocean, to see the group which is familiar with them.
Before anyone could say anything, the ground spotted his trainers twin and pulled back his throwing arm which is holding a bone. With his target locked on, he launched the bone through the air. While it was on a direct path to collide with the back of Ash's head, Pikachu acted fast and knocked it away with an Iron Tail attack. This was enough to grab everyone's attention. The two brother's just stared at each other, as a silent battle seemed to take place between them.
"Leaf!" Serena excitedly screamed as she ran towards the brunette.
"Serena!" Leaf replied, in the exact same tone.
The two girls gave each other a big hug, while it is true that Leaf was often thought about as Ash's twin, the two girls are best friends and even share a sisterly bond. Seeing those two greet each other, the boys stopped their staring contest and smiled. Both walking towards each other.
"Long time no see," Drake greeted as he held his hand out.
"No kidding, its been since Azalea," Ash replied, gladly returning the handshake.
After the girls ended their hug, Leaf jumped in and greeted Ash with a bone-crushing hug. Drake gave Serena a simple wave while she gave him a small smile. While the twins have always looked the same, their clothing styles have been different which is how many told them apart but somehow, Serena could just tell from being next to them.
"Leaf... Need... Air..." Ash choked, causing the hyperactive girl to let him go.
The brunette happily let her pseudo-brother go and he had to struggle to catch his breath, as Misty and Brock came over to say hello to the new arrivals. After the greetings, the hyperactive girl wasted no time in going through the groups Pokémon to fill up her Pokedex, scanning: Bayleaf, Noctowl, Totodile, Furret, Murkrow, Marill, Qwilfish, Bonsly and Shuckle. Since a lot of them, she met last time or even when on the road with Drake.
"So which Pokémon do you guys have?" Ash asked, having recovered from Leaf's greetings.
"Check it out for yourself," Drake replied, as he released his team. Pinsir, Machamp, an Ariados, a Xatu and even a Kingdra were released. The Kingdra was in the water with a lot of Misty's team, while the others were on the land joined by Marowak. "Ariados evolved from Spinarak, who you met in Azalea. Caught Xatu as a Natu not long after we parted ways and Kingdra was caught recently in the whirl islands as it was terrorising a small towns dock.". Ash and Serena scanned the said Pokémon :
Ariados, The Long Leg Pokémon . The final evolved form of Spinarak. Ariados's feet are tipped with tiny hooked claws that enable it to scuttle on ceilings and vertical walls. This Pokémon constricts the foe with thin and strong silk webbing.
Xatu, The Mystic Pokémon . The final evolved form of Natu. Xatu is known to stand motionless while staring at the sun all day long. Some people revere it as a mystical Pokémon out of their belief that Xatu is in possession of the power to see into the future.
Kingdra, The Dragon Pokémon . The final evolved form of Horsea. Kingdra lives at extreme ocean depths that are otherwise uninhabited. It has long been believed that the yawning of this Pokémon creates spiralling ocean currents.
"Well they all look in good condition," Ash praised.
"They should be, we just earnt our sixth badge," Drake informed.
"You've got six!" Ash exclaimed.
"Sure have," Drake smirked as he showed off his badge case. "How many you got?".
"I've only got four," Ash muttered. "But planning on taking on the Cianwood gym later today.".
"We then, why don't we go off for a late training session," Drake suggested. "It'll give us a chance to catch up.".
"Sure!" Ash cheered, happy to spend time with his brother. After the years where he would ignore him, being on better terms makes it so much better. He blushed before turning towards the others. "If that's okay with you guys, that is.".
"Sure Ash, it will give Leaf and I a chance to catch up, as well," Serena reassured.
With that decided, the boys returned their Pokémon before setting off to a secluded part of the beach where they could work together. Once they were out of sight, Serena turned towards the hyperactive girl with a look which scared her slightly.
"So... Any success yet?" Serena asked, getting straight to the point.
Later that evening, Jasmine was walking towards the docks. She knows that her niece is still with that Feraligatr of Silver's and after what he did to those men last night, she doesn't want her family anywhere near his Pokémon . As she approached the docks, she noticed a single man stood to wait for the boat as well. Much to her surprise, it was Silver.
He turned and saw her walking towards him, a small smile appeared on his face and he walked to meet her. She froze in her spot seeing the cold-blooded killer approach her and soon he was stood in front of her. She was able to stutter some words out of her mouth with his surprise appearance.
"W-what are you doing here?" She asked, nervousness clear in her voice.
"Waiting for my Feraligatr to return," Silver replied honestly.
"I-I mean... Y-you should be in prison." She stuttered some more. "How d-did you escape?".
"I didn't... The police let me go," Silver replied with a smirk.
"Y-you got bail?" Jasmine asked, clearly panicked.
"Better. All charges dropped," Silver informed. "And all thanks to you.".
"M-me?" She asked.
"While that statement you gave was a little worry some," Silver admitted. "It was thanks to your actions that I got out. You clearly felt our lives were in danger, which is why you let me out of the back door. It only strengthened the idea it was self-defence.".
"S-so your free?" She asked, dread entering her voice.
"Of course, couldn't have gone better," Silver replied. "Justice was done.".
"Would those kids you arrived with see it as justice?" Jasmine asked, not expecting the reaction she got.
That seemed to flip a switch on the red-haired man and he ran straight into her personal space, giving her a stone hard glare with anger present in his body language, while his calm posture was scary, this was on a whole different level.
"Don't you mention anything to them," Silver growled before composing himself and returning to his calm posture before continuing. Whispering the next part so only the gym leader could hear since he saw a suspicious looking man reading a newspaper on the nearby bench. He couldn't make out the man's facial features but he knew that he wasn't just a civilian. "If you do, then I will be sure to show you exactly what I am capable off.".
Jasmine's voice stuck in her throat, while not directly saying it, she knows he just threatened to kill her. Although she couldn't report it to the police, if she did it would just be a, he said, she said argument and he could easily get out of it if he got out of the four cases of murder. She just wants to get her niece and get away from this man.
Silver took some steps away from her and the two continued to wait for the boat in silence. While it only took around ten more minutes to arrive, for Jasmine it felt like an eternity. Not long after docking, Janina walked off with Feraligatr by her side. The girl holding a brown paper bag. Being the closest to them, Silver approached first with a welcoming smile on his face.
"How did Feraligatr behave himself?" Silver asked.
"He was fine, but he didn't let me play with any of the Shuckle at the pharmacy," Janina informed with a pout.
"That was what he was told to do," Silver replied as he ruffled her hair.
Jasmine didn't like that, knowing the man has blood on his hands regardless of what the police said so she quickly reached them and grabbed Janina's hand before dragging her way. The young girl was clearly confused, even when being punished for being naughty, her aunt never did anything like this.
"Aunt Jasmine?" Janina asked.
"We have to go, Janina," Jasmine replied, not slowing down her pace, just wanting to get her family away from this man. Silver smirked as he saw the panicked gym leader, the best way to ensure someone's cooperation is through fear. He never would attack an innocent child like Janina, but if Jasmine doesn't know that, it won't hurt her.
"Grrrr," Feraligatr growled, in a questioning tone.
"I'll explain later," Silver replied, as he looked back towards the man, who quickly lifted the newspaper to cover his face. "But first, I have someone to talk to.".
Accepting that answer, Feraligatr was quickly returned and Silver began to walk back towards the police station. As he did, he noticed the man attempting to follow him without being noticed, although he was as subtle as a Snorlax at an all you can eat buffet.
Soon, Silver walked into the main lobby of the police station he was previously released from and straight up to the office worker, who had her head in a computer typing away. She didn't even look at the man but spoke to him anyway.
"Welcome to Olivine Police Station, how can I help you?" She asked as she chews her gum.
"I want to see Detective Inspector Looker," Silver informed with a low tone.
"He is very busy," She informed. "But I'll let him know. Who should I say is wanting him?".
"Tell him... The serial killer wants a word with him," Silver replied.
That statement was enough to make the women look up at whose been speaking with her and she gulped at his presence. Everyone in the station knows his face and while they can't prove it, they are all convinced he is the one responsible for the deaths of the rocket grunts. The girl almost tripped over as she scurried out of the door to her office. She could be seen through the glass doors, running up the stairs. Silver smirked and turned to look out of the front door while he waits for Looker, he doubts it will take him long to appear.
Just like the red-haired man predicted, Looker was in the lobby within two minutes. He approached the man, and before he could say anything, Silver turned to give him a cold hard glare to know that what he wants to discuss won't be in a friendly manner.
"Why don't we go into this room here," Looker suggested as he opened the door to the left of the entrance. Upon entering the room, Silver noticed it was pretty small with a table and four chairs. No recording device either, like the one in the interview but it did have CCTV, which didn't pick up audio.
Silver took a seat in one of the chairs and patiently waited for Looker to take one in the chair opposite him. The detective took out a pen and notepad, prepared to write whatever Silver told him down. Seeing that, Silver smirked.
"Inspector, you know that all charges against me were dropped," Silver informed.
"Of course," Looker replied. "Are you here to tell me that was a mistake?".
"Not at all," Silver assured. "It's just that I had a man following me, he just wasn't very good at it. Stuck out like a sore thumb, as the expression goes.".
"Your point?" Looker asked. He knows he will need to get onto the covert ops team he put in place to follow this man if he spotted them only hours after leaving the station, he is clearly a dangerous man who isn't afraid to kill and has fully expressed a distaste for the police force.
"It's just that as a free man, I have a right to live in my own space," Silver replied. "If someone was to attack that right by following or stalking me, I might have to use some more self-defence to protect myself. Just like last night.".
"I don't know what you hope to achieve-" Looker went to reply but Silver cut him off.
"Exactly what I said, if I find anyone else following me, I will be sure to use my right to self-defence again," Silver whispered as he leaned in. "You have been warned, so if it turns out to be any of your officers who do such a thing... Know that whatever happens to them, will be on your hands. No-one else's.".
Silver didn't wait for another second and stood up, as calm as can be. He knew Looker couldn't do anything about as he had no way to record the conversation. He wouldn't have had time to set a wire up and the security camera in there doesn't record audio. It would again be an argument of one word against the other and seeing as Looker released him only hours before due to a lack of evidence, Silver could easily spin it as a cop bending the rules for a result, blowing the entire case alone. If that interview taught Looker anything, it's that he has to very smart with how he handles Silver as the man has no concern in taking the police down on his quest. Looker doesn't want to be the inspector who let his officers get caught by a serial killer.
As Silver left the building he couldn't help smirk, for everything the police have on him, they only know of thirty-one of the rockets he's taken down, while not sure of the exact number, he knows it is at least over fifty... Maybe some calls from the public to inform of crime scenes they missed will be enough to keep the pigs off his back for a while.
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