((Midlonia))

A black GEM gun carrier Growled down the street, several Sturm officers leapt out and began to run down the street, one brandished a door breaker, they all grouped around a single door in the narrow street, its glass was brokern in one corner, and its red paint was flaking away.
"Hit it."
The metal door breaker slammed against the door, after two hits it had flung off of its hinges
"GO GO GO!"
They clattered into the building, their pistols drawn, one officer tried the handle to the basement, it rattled but didn't open.
"SIR!"
Another crack of metal on wood signalled another door being smashed.
The sturm officers thundered down the stairs, their hobnail boots rattling on the old wood. The first to reach the bottom clicked on a light.
"Jesus!"
Four bookcase like structures contained row upon row of the two colour sphere like obects.
"Get them the hell outta here and to the disposal plant..."
The officers began to rab the objects and began to ferry them out.
A new recruit tried to take to ma away at once, one fell from the thirty or so he had grabbed and cracked on the floor.
"Idiot!"
"Pokemon loose! look out!"

A small, yellow, rat like creature came from the ball, it tilted its head and looked at the officers.
"Pika-"
The gunshot erupted and echoed around the small basement, the creature was flug backwards against the wall where it bled from several holes, it twitched and made an attempt to get back up, a second sound, slightly muffled sounded again. The creatures insides spilled out onto the carpet.
The sturm officer checked his compact shotgun, then placed it back into his long black trenchcoat.
"Make sure that doesn't happen again laddie..."
"Yes sir."
The junior had flshed slightly pink.
The lead officer, noticable by his golden Dove with olive branch on his officers cap. Walked back up the stairs and back onto the street, his feet crunched slightly on the gravel as he approached the GEM gun carrier.
A brown haired, grey eyed man sat, tied up in the carrier.
"Impressive collection you had their proffessor Hartman, shame it won't survive..."
The proffessor spat at the lead officer, this promted a whack with a shock stick from another officer, the proffessor collapsed unconcious into the bottom.
The lead officer wiped his face of the spit and remounted the carrier, the other officers leapt aboard and the carrier gunned into life and lurched back down the narrow streets.