Bianca and company hated him at the moment, but Cheren had come through for them, and they were more than willing to admit it. He learned of Grimsley's whereabouts by himself, and personally took Bianca to see him at the police station in Opelucid city. They were hoping that his status as a gym leader would grant them access to Grimsley, but Cheren was certain it wouldn't be that simple and, as their chances of securing a meeting with the prisoner depended solely on Cheren's ease of speech, he thought it best to only take Bianca with him, to minimize the risk of failure. So Jonny and Helma reluctantly agreed to stay behind.

The two of them walked inside the police station, and Cheren requested an urgent meeting with the prisoner, quickly revealing that he was part of Sabrina's special task force to stop the team plasma resurgence, which happened to be true, but obviously she hadn't ordered him to do anything, in fact he had not seen her, nor had he heard from her, for some time now. The experienced and robust policemen guarding the station led the two of them to an interrogation room, but as soon as Bianca opened the door with the intention of getting in, another policeman appeared and blocked the door for her,

"what is going on here?" the policeman said,

"...well, she's the one who will be speaking with Grimsley today," Cheren replied,

"is this a joke? Do you actually know who the prisoner is?"

"I know him personally," Cheren remarked pridefully, "she does too, better than you and I in fact,"

"yeah, there's no way I'm letting that happen," the policeman said as he closed the door with his foot,

"officer, what's your name?" Cheren continued,

"Ward, Mark Ward,"

"officer ward, you do know who I am, correct?"

"I do," Mark replied,

"I am a gym leader and I am way younger than you, for who knows how many years,"

"you are twelve right?" Mark said nonchalantly,

"...sure, and I happen to be your superior, so take your foot off that door and let the woman pass."

Mark said nothing, neither did he take the foot off the door. Cheren grew tired of him and his demeanor and tried to open the door himself but failed to move Mark's foot one inch, to which the policeman replied by laughing mockingly before opening the door himself. He even made a gesture with his hand to Bianca telling her to enter, which she then did without looking at him. Afterwards Cheren tried to follow her inside but Mark stopped him,

"only one of you can talk to him at a time," Mark said, and closed the door behind Bianca.

She entered a small room with the walls painted of a dull grayish blue, containing two chairs separated by a rectangular metal table. There was only one window right next to the door, all black, probably one sided, and the whole room was poorly illuminated by a lamp hanging from the ceiling. Bianca sat on the chair farthest from the door, facing the door, and waited for Grimsley to come in. He entered moments later, wearing all black shoes, deep blue pants, a gray t-shirt, and a shiny set of handcuffs on his hands. He sat across from her and was followed inside by the officer Ward, who closed the door behind him and stood with his back against a wall with his arms crossed.

"You should tell everyone the truth, that Zinzolin was behind all of this," Bianca promptly said, not minding the policeman in the least, "all the remnants are telling the truth so your story clashes with theirs,"

"where are they?" Grimsley asked,

"at the hospital here in Opelucid, they are being evaluated after all of the mind control and further shock they went through, and when they are done they'll be processed,"

"...just get them to admit that it was all part of my master plan, that I was the one responsible,"

"they'll never do that, they want the truth."

Grimsley became enraged, he didn't show it but Bianca could tell,

"we need to focus on Zinzolin, he needs to be stopped," she said, "you can help by admitting that he was behind all of this and expose him as the serious threat that he represents, this plan of yours doesn't seem to be working."

Grimsley stared at the wall for a few seconds, then gave Bianca a rather condescending look,

"...no, I don't think I'll be doing that, he got away with it and they'll never believe me, I should have told everyone the truth from the beginning because that always works...my bad,"

"what, you won't do anything?"

"Indeed I won't, nothing at all, now get out of here won't you, I was taking a nap, they've got nice beds in here,"

"you can't just give up,"

"I most certainly can,"

"but at least listen to me,"

"nope, didn't I tell you to leave?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Are you seriously asking me that now?"

"Don't you remember what you said to me?"

"No."

Bianca angrily raised from her chair, she couldn't believe what she was hearing, from the man that taught her not to undervalue an attempt to change, he was doing just that.

"You are worst than a child," Bianca shouted at him,

"You are one," Grimsley replied,

"yeah? You want a child? Here you go." Bianca stuck her tongue out at the same time she put her finger below her eye and stretched her skin downwards,

"I hope you rot in here," she exclaimed before storming out of the room and slamming the door behind her,

"...time to go back to the cell," Mark deadpanned.

Grimsley stood up and opened the door for himself, he had a good view of Bianca and her nervous friend as they walked out of the station; she was fuming. Mark then got out of the interrogation room and led Grimsley all the way back to his cell, which was located on the second floor past a few spacious hallways. Grimsley walked silently while Mark walked behind him, mocking him and taunting him along the way.

"I can't wait for you to be taken into prison, solitary confinement, I'll oversee the transfer myself...did I tell you we had to move the rest of the perps to a different precinct just to accommodate you? You should feel honored...your girlfriend seems nice, do you think she's cheating on you with that gym leader? At least he's the same age as her...how old is she, eighteen?...I'm sure I can steal her from that loser, show her what a real man looks like."

Finally, after an excruciating walk, the two men reached the holding cell. Mark opened Grimsley's handcuffs and he went inside, then Mark locked the door, and stayed there,

"ha, she took her tongue out at you..." Mark stuck his face between two bars of the cell, took his tongue out, and started waving it suggestively, "...seriously, what's her name?...She has to be a big nuisance right?...I mean for someone to break it off with a girl with that face and that body even after she visits you in here, she has to be seriously crazy, I mean she likes you, what other proof do you need?" Mark continued his taunting, seemingly without a near end,

"I didn't break it off, I just wanted her to leave," Grimsley finally spoke,

"and why is that? You didn't want her to see you like this, how hard you have fallen, with a prisoner's outfit instead of that colorful attire that you always wear?" Mark taunted Grimsley, then continued waving his tongue at him,

"No, I wanted her to leave...because I didn't want her to see the carnage."

Grimsley moved in front of Mark and bit his tongue. In less than a second, Mark had Grimsley right in front of him so close they could be kissing, and Grimsley had Mark's tongue in his mouth, and it seemed like he wouldn't let go of it anytime soon.

Mark tried not to freak out, he noticed that Grimsley wasn't giving him his tongue back but tried to keep calm, and laughed in a dismissive manner; it was nothing more than a rather disgusting prank. But Grimsley responded to his laugh by clenching his teeth, hard. He was able to taste Mark's blood right on his mouth. Mark caved in and officially lost it, he started screaming and mumbling at Grimsley but he wouldn't listen, his eyes were dead set on Mark's eyes but there wasn't any trace of emotion in them. Without loosening the grip on Mark's teeth, Grimsley moved forward until it was him who was touching the cell bars, then he pulled his head backwards violently, smashing Mark's forehead on the bars. He fell down and Grimsley used the opportunity to rip the set of keys from his waist and let himself out.

As soon as Grimsley got out of the cell all the lights went out, his visibility instantly decreased. He got in the hallway, and found the other three policemen in the station standing at the end of it,

"there's been a power outage," the oldest one said with a mischievous smirk on his face,

"I see," Grimsley replied,

"unfortunately some of the important appliances that we use here have stopped working...including the security cameras," the policeman continued, knowing Grimsley did not believe a word he said, while the two men by his side seemed to be just as glad as him.

"That's quite unfortunate," Grimsley said with the sarcasm blatantly noticeable in his voice.

An arcanine appeared towering behind the policemen, they let the orange and black giant pokemon walk in front of them with wicked smiles on their faces. The arcanine showed its considerable fangs and growled, not like a pokemon who only wanted their enemy to go away, but rather like a pokemon glad that their enemy was in front of them. Without hesitation the arcanine ran with extreme speed at Grimsley, who barely saw how the pokemon tackled him on the chest and onto the floor; if it weren't for the rush of adrenaline that he got right after seeing that beast that would've hurt like hell. Arcanine growled once more, making Grimsley's skull tremble from the sheer vibrations, then waited for Grimsley to get up to attack him with its fangs. Grimsley Grabbed the beast from the neck and stopped it from eating his face from just a few inches but the pokemon was too big for him, Grimsley went to the ground once more now with the beast on top of him.

He tried to avoid the beast's crunch to his face by grabbing it from its neck, Arcanine was more than eager to take a piece of him off him, but Grimsley wouldn't give in regardless of how close arcanine's fangs got to his skin, he could feel its warm breath on the inside of his nostrils. The struggle gave Grimsley enough time to accommodate his body well enough and he kneed arcanine in the groin, then flexed his hip until his knee was almost touching his chest and kicked Arcanine right on the nose, pushing it back and making it let out a big cry. Grimsley wasn't done, he rolled the arcanine until it was on its back and knelt with the pokemon's head between his legs, to squeeze its neck with his thighs and put it to sleep.

Suddenly another arcanine growled and before Grimsley could react he already had the second pokemon on his back, its head was right next to Grimsley's own, and its sudden growl hurt his ear deeply. Grimsley quickly grabbed Mark's keychain from the ground just as the second arcanine sank its paws into his back, Grimsley placed a key between his fingers, eyed the second arcanine's dewlap, just below his chin, then moved to strike. Moments later there was blood on his shoulder and the second arcanine was crying behind him, so he resumed squeezing the first arcanine's neck.

Then Grimsley heard fire, he turned back and saw the second arcanine covered in flames. He urged the arcanine below him to go to sleep but the pokemon wouldn't give out. There wasn't time, he knew the arcanine behind him had already started sprinting toward him but waited until the last possible moment and rolled to his side, leaving the first arcanine above him to take the flaming attack. However the first arcanine didn't move or made a sound, instead it seemed like it was smiling, it was enjoying the fire. Grimsley let go of the pokemon and crawled backwards until Mark stopped him, grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back into the fight just as the arcanine with blood under its chin breathed fire unto the other, increasing its power.

Grimsley took off his gray shirt and wrapped it around his right hand, then spat on it. Whether he thought it would actually help his fist avoid getting burned, or if he just did it as an ironic gesture because it obviously wouldn't, would be the subject of a debate that he'd have with himself later, if he somehow were to survive.

He raised his fists and adapted an orthodox stance, with his right fist forward, then the two arcanine came after him. He used his elbow to stop the one with the bloodied chin from sinking its fangs into him, while the other one sank them deep into his right thigh. He screamed and punched it right on the bridge of its nose, freeing himself from its fangs, only for the injured one to bury its paws into his chest, five sharp claws stung and burned his skin and muscle. Grimsley took a step backwards and promptly kicked the injured one right on its head, while the other one used the opportunity to bite into Grimsley's right arm. He threw a left hook right on its gullet, his target opened its eyes wide and let out a pungent cry before going down on its back, and Grimsley quickly knelt with his thighs gripping its neck.

The injured arcanine growled louder and attacked Grimsley from behind, biting into his left shoulder and making him bleed instantly but he didn't let go of his grip on the one below him. The one on his back took its teeth out of him and then buried them deeper covering part of his chest, then used its paw to hit Grimsley on the side of the face, damaging part of his ear and bursting blood vessels on his eye, turning it fully red, but Grimsley only pressed his thighs harder, and the one below him suffered the effects of the constant asphyxiation, finally fainting.

The second arcanine bit harder through Grimsley's skin, he took the shirt off his right hand and threw a punch filled with anger at the arcanine's nose and, while it didn't move or make a sound, tears came out of its eyes. Grimsley threw another punch, harder this time, and felt the strength of the bite loosen up. Then Grimsley felt how the pain became noticeable, different parts of his body started to sting, he was getting cold and tired. Knowing he wouldn't be able to last much longer, Grimsley tried to regain as much strength as he could and focused it all on his right arm and fist, then hit the arcanine right on the jaw and felt the bones of each other connecting, and finally fainted the second pokemon, which fell from his shoulder onto the ground.

The policemen were still at the end of the hallway and Mark was behind him with blood coming out of his open mouth. He, like the other three, was so shocked he couldn't even move, his first instinct was to cheer and clap.

"There's no going back guys, I think it's time for your afternoon nap," Grimsley said as he stood up, drenched in his own blood, "where's the colorful attire, the one I always wear?" He asked, but everyone was too petrified to answer.

He looked directly at Mark and asked him once more, causing him to get out of his lethargic state. Mark sprinted to the first floor and took Grimsley's outfit directly to him in a heartbeat, like his life depended on it; and there was a chance it did. Grimsley took off what was left of his shoes, his bloodied socks, his ripped pants and his underwear, and changed clothes right then and there.

Five minutes later, he came out of the police station alone. There were six different samples of blood on his hands and face, seven including his own, but his red and white and black outfit was impeccable.