Alright, here's the second chapter, and sorry that this author's note will be long. But I have a lot to talk about. First off, I got a very detailed review yesterday, which I really appreciate. But even though all of your points were logical, which I respect, I will not change this story. I'm doing this story my own way, and almost everything in this will be deliberate. Adam Pyre will speak using abbreviations, such as u, btw, and ffs constantly. My other characters won't. The only thing accidental is the bolding of words that shouldn't be bolded, such as fence in the last chapter. That was completely accidental, seeing that I was and will continue to write this using my phone for the foreseeable future, due to internet problems. And yes, I do know that the last chapter was rather short, but it was meant to be a prologue of sorts, and my future chapters will be longer.

Second, I noticed that my first chapter had exactly 413 words in it. I, being the huge nerd that I am, instantly recognized it to be the numerals of the Blind Prophets. For anyone who gets that reference, happy two month late 4/13 day.

Third, this story will be M rated for many things. Including, but not limited to, blood and gore, violence, drug and alcohol abuse, profanity, and sex mention. You have been warned.

Fourth, I will do my best to update this story daily, but that may change in the future. Sometimes I may write two chapters in one day, sometimes I won't write any at all in a week. It all depends on my mood, and my determination to finish a chapter.

Fifth, this story will move rather fast in the next few chapters, and after that it will slow down a bit.

Sixth, these characters do not portray my feelings and beliefs. Each character will have different beliefs, and I'm definitely not agreeing with a lot of their beliefs.

And finally, I forgot to put in a disclaimer. I do not own Pokemon, I simply own my OCs and ideas.

Now, onto the story.

The police car pulled up to a strange? Rather average looking building that I had never cared about before. It had the logo IPO boldly emblazoned on the front of it.

I was rather confused. I would have asked "Where are you taking me? This doesn't look like the police station." If it weren't for the muzzle on my face.

The Houndoom Morph pulled me out of the car, and marched me inside the building. It was rather plain, with just a few chairs scattered around the room, along with a receptionist's desk. My bare paws hurt from the cold of the tile floor.

The Houndoom pushed me past the reception area, and through s door to the left. The door opened into a dimly lit room, with just a desk, two chairs and a lamp. The mutt forced me to sit down in the chair, and barked out "Stay there, you'll be interviewed shortly." He left the room.

After a few minutes of twiddling my thumbs and doing nothing, an Electivire Morph came throgh the door and pulled up a chair. While he sat down in it, I remember seeing that he was dressed in a black military uniform, with a lot of medals strapped to it and four gold stars on the shoulders.

He said, "Hello there. I'm General Thorun, but you can just call me General. You are Adam Pyre, correct?" He had an odd accent that I just couldn't place.

I just nodded, seeing that I couldn't say anything with the muzzle on my face.

He took off my muzzle. "There you go, now we can talk like equals. Now, into the important stuff. You have gained quite the reputation around here, Adam. You are a fox of many names. The Invisible Thief, Adam the Swift, and the Master Thief of a Million Meals."

I nodded again. "Yeah, that's me. What's your point?"

He sighed. "I was going to offer you a deal. You would work for the IPO, and in exchange you get to be pardoned, you get very large pay and a free education. How's that sound?"

My bullshit senses were tingling. "You said the IPO. What exactly is the IPO? I'm not going to take a deal without knowing what I'm going into."

He smiled. "I was hoping you'd ask that. The IPO stands for the International Police Organization. We fight crime on a global scale. We're not known to the public, and we only fight crime that would be a true danger to the world. So, what do you say? Are you in?"

I sighed, a small flame coming out of my muzzle. "Yeah, I'm in. I guess it's better than living on the street. But, uh, why are you asking me to join? I'm not exactly the most heroic of morphs, General."

After my statement, the General laughed. "Yes, but you've been a thief for a lot longer than the police thought. You were completely undetected for over four years, and the police only first found you when you learned you could easily outrun them three years ago. Seven years worth of food you stole. But you didn't steal anything really valuable. You could have gotten yourself out of poverty years ago, but you didn't. I respect that."

I grinned. Yeah, I was a thief, but I was a slightly more honorable thief. "Thank you, General. Now, when am I going to formally join the IPO?"