A Search For Leads
Detective Carter met the ambulance as it came down the street describing the condition the Pokémon was in on the way back. He helped the EMTs get the Pokémon on the stretcher and into the ambulance and watched it drive off. Moments later 10 squad cars with lights and sirens screaming screeched onto the scene. "Carter, what have we got?" His partner Jon called out. "Another disfigured Pokémon with a possible connection to the experiment deaths. Ambulance just took off towards the hospit-." 'ALL UNITS, ALL UNITS! RPG FIRE REPORTED 4 BLOCKS WEST FROM 10-33 LOCATION. AMBULANCE REPORTED HIT.' "Crap!" Carter yelled as he ran towards his unmarked car. He flipped on his lights and screeched down the street towards the ambulance.
"The ambulance has been taken care of. Our operative has gotten away safely as well. He is returning to safe house four." One of the high ranking research officers told Chuck. Chuck sighed silently and dismissed the man. 'Another Pokémon dead and two more people dead and we are nowhere closer to our goal. This isn't even right; I need to tell someone about this!' Chuck thought. He logged onto his computer and started typing an e-mail.
Carter screeched to a halt and looked on in horror. The ambulance that he just saw minutes earlier was engulfed in flame. The fire department had arrived before them and was combating the flame. "Call crime scene. Get them down here searching through all of the garbage and under every rock. Someone didn't want that Pokémon alive, probably because it might have been able to tell or show us something." Carter yelled out. Officers ran out and started roping off the street. 'Dispatch to Detective Carter.' Carter's radio squawked. "This is Carter, go ahead." 'The chief wants you down here right now.' "10-4. In route now." Carter answered and walked toward his car.
Minutes later Carter arrived at the Police Headquarters, in Slateport City. Carter exited his car and headed inside the building. The reception area was large and official looking. As always there were a few trainers looking for help with some problem or other. There were also some civilians complaining. Carter passed a young woman lounging in a chair and walked towards the chief's office. Carter didn't even knock when a gruff voice called, "Come in."
Carter tossed a glance at the receptionist, wondering how she knew he was going to see the chief, or Bill, as everyone called him. He opened the door and glanced around the room and then looked at his commanding officer. He was around 46 years old, wearing a brown suit he favors. He had a full head of brown hair and had a slight pot belly. "Carter, what happened out there?" Bill asked. "I was heading to my car when I saw something in the alley next to me. I walked in a saw a deformed Pokémon. I called for back-up and then secured the scene." Carter paused, and took a breath. "Then the ambulance arrived to take the Pokémon to the hospital and it drove off. Back-up arrived about 10 seconds after that. Next thing I know dispatch called in that there was RPG fire 4 blocks west of where I was and I headed there. When I arrived on scene the ambulance was on fire and the fire department was combating the flames." Carter finished and looked his chief dead in the eye. "Who are we dealing with, they are transforming Pokémon and then killing anyone who gets in the way."