Things in Bushville began bustling again soon. It was almost like nothing had happened at the Pokemart. Soon, all the students who passed the Academy exam would be honored with their badges and the title of an officer. It was only a week away. Commissioner Pyle and Chief Graves would give a speech as Chief Charizard awarded each graduate.
Scorch quickly made his way up the steps of the Police Department. After walking through the automatic doors, the Combusken made his way inside the rather large building. Almost as soon as he walked in, he spotted who he was looking for.
A Lopunny sat at her desk and typed out whatever she was working on.
Slowly but surely, Scorch made his way over to her workspace. As soon as she saw him nearby, she turned her head to look away.
"Damn," he thought. "This isn't going to be easy."
The Combusken came closer and put his arm on top of her cubicle to lean over. "Hey S-Shiloh...h-how're you today?"
She remained silent before rolling her eyes to meet his. "What. Do. You. Want?"
"Oh... just c-came by to see you is all," Scorch uttered nervously.
"Save it, it's not like you care..." she said, looking at her computer monitor screen.
"Wh..what, of course, I do!" He said, giving a smile. "I...uh, I've just been busy is all!"
"I've seen your schedule, You aren't an official officer yet. You have plenty of free time on your hands," Shiloh said as she continued looking away.
"Well..." Scorch began. "I've uh...been looking for Tracer!
Suddenly, the Pokémon turned to look him in the eyes. "What?"
"You know, we all have got to look out for one another," He told her.
"And he's a good friend of mine, I've been looking everywhere!"
"R-Really...? Shiloh asked, looking him in the eyes.
"Yeah, trust me," Scorch went on. "I'm very sorry we haven't gone out together,
I promise we can hang out soon."
"Then why are you here?" She asked, crossing her arms.
"I, uh...need help," he whispered.
"You? With what?" Shiloh asked again.
"I...may need to look at something in the department records," he answered, still whispering.
She stared back at him in disbelief.
"You know...I'm not authorized to show you. You're not even on a case for it, "
"PLEASE," Scorch said, lowering his head. "This is where all the information I need is."
The Lopunny suddenly gave a heartfelt look in the eyes.
"I...shouldn't."
"If you do, I'll always be happy knowing you're so dependable," he told her.
"W-What do you need to know?" Shiloh asked him quietly.
"I just need to take a look at the department directory," Scorch told her.
Shiloh froze before slowly but surely taking a look around. "OKAY."
"Thanks...cutie," he happily whispered to her
Shiloh quickly began typing onto her computer as she blushed.
"Okay... here it is," she said.
"Alright, let's have a looksie here," Scorch said as he leaned in to the monitor.
...
Bushville Police Department
Staff:
Police Commissioner = Edward Pyle
Chief of Police = Hector Graves
Policemen/Policewomen
Officer Lewis
Officer Alison
Officer Brady
Officer Morgan
Officer Rosanne
Officer Sharon
Officer Lisa
Officer Jamie
Officer Betty
Officer Greg
Officer Rudy
Officer Sean
Officer Matt
Officer Lance
Officer Ralph
Officer Stanley
Officer Dylan
Officer Parker
Officer Jordan
Officer Holly
Officer Wyatt
Officer Carlson
Pokemon Police:
Chief of Police = Charizard (Name CLASSIFIED)
Officer Empoleon (Sid)
Officer Electavire (Lucas)
Officer Hariyama (Harry)
Officer Medicham (Mandy)
Officer Swampert (Thomas)
Officer Feraligatr (Monty)
Academy Graduates:
Combusken (Scorch)
Mienfoo (Keni)
Snorlax (Drew)
Frogadier (Duke)
Grovyle (Tracer)/MISSING/UNKNOWN
...
Scorch stared at the screen before sighing in defeat.
"I'm...so..sorry," Shiloh said quietly. "The truth hurt -"
"WHATEVER..." he said, spinning around. "I'M the only one looking for him!"
She looked around after his voice arose.
"I think it'd be best if we -" Shiloh began.
"FORGET!?! Scorch continued. "THEY'VE GIVEN UP ON HIM!"
Suddenly, every staff member inside looked his way with surprised stares.
"Hey,what the hell is going on!?" Chief Graves yelled as he walked out of his office.
Soon, the Combusken turned around, and they both met eyes together.
"You know damn well we can't understand you without a translator!" Graves yelled. "You got a problem, you know who to talk to!"
Scorch quickly turned away and ran out of the entrance, attempting to hide his anger.
Making his way outside, he saw a group of officers standing outside near a large vehicle.
It was a trailer for shipping.
Something was coming out.
Scorch looked on in complete shock as he uttered not a word.
Porygons.
Dozens of the artificial Pokémon slowly made their way out onto a large ramp where they came down.
A policeman was standing with a clipboard as he wrote. Another policeman and policewoman led the Pokémon and had them stand in rows facing the station.
"No...No, what is this!?!" Scorch screamed.
Immediately, all officers turned to face him before they gave an angry glare.
"What's the matter?" asked one of them. "Can't you see we're working?"
Scorch snapped out of his shock before turning away to run down the main road.
"I don't know... but that's a graduate Pokémon." said one of the officers. "Looks like he's crazy as hell!" he laughed.
The Combusken continued running away from his workplace as he felt tears began to form. "What...are they doing?" He thought to himself. "Were they...REPLACEMENTS?!...for US!?"
DOWNTOWN
The entire ground shook as the Pokémon continued shouting at the top of his lungs. Every nearby citizen of Bushville instantly began covering their ears as they ran away from the Loudred.
"SO HUNGRY!!! SOMEONE ATE MY LUNCH!!! WHO DID IT AND WHY!?!" It cried. It continued shouting as its voice shattered glass windows nearby.
Suddenly, a Feraligatr made its way onto the same street.
"This is Officer Monty calling, we have a 10-15." He said into his radio. "A male Loudred is shouting in the middle of public."
"What in the world does he want!?" shouted back a voice. Monty barely heard it as he covered his ear sockets.
"HE...WANTS... FOOD!" Monty screamed back into his walkie-talkie.
"Okay, we have backup on its way! The voice replied. "Calm him down if you can!"
The Feraligatr gulped as he slowly made his way closer to the problem. Keeping his ears plugged with his fingers, he moved until he was close enough.
"SO HUUUNGRY!!! I HAVENT ATE SINCE YESTERDAY!!!" The Loudred continued shouting. He turned to look and see the Pokémon Officer standing next to him.
"OH...HI!!!. PLEASE HELP ME OFFICER, SOMEBODY TOOK MY FOOD!!! CAN YOU HELP ME!?!
"Hey...HEY...HEY! HEY, CAN YOU HERE ME!?!" Monty said as he yelled. His ears began ringing like crazy.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?! The Loudred asked.
Suddenly, the officer removed his claws from his ears. He quickly covered one over Loudred's mouth and, with the other, used his finger to tell him to be 'quiet'.
Almost immediately, the Loudred's breath went from a high pitch to complete silence.
Monty stood in front of the smaller Pokémon as he heard nothing but the ringing in his ears.
"H-Hey...I'm hear to h-help." He began.
T-Thank you for listening...I need to be able to hear you."
"YOU'RE WELCOME!" Loudred yelled right into his face, causing Monty to fall right back onto the ground.
The Feraligatr quickly stood back up and covered the Pokémon's mouth the best he could...since it was huge.
"Let's...be as quiet as we can, okay?" Monty told him with a nervous smile. "Whisper only"
"Oh... okay then!" The Loudred said in a both loud but quiet voice.
"Tell me, what's your name and what seems to be the problem." Officer Monty began. "Your voice was so loud, I barely heard anything... did you say you were hungry?"
"Hi! My name is...Yeller!" The Pokémon quickly replied in a loud whisper.
"I see..." Monty stared back. "What happened...uh, Mr.Yeller?"
"I live in a treehouse outside town!" Yeller told him. "I bought my food for today at the market last night!...I woke up and it was GONE!!!"
"Wow...okay...I'm sorry to hear that." The Officer began. "But you coming into town and shouting about it isn't the right thing to do."
"Oh...I'M SORRY!...uh, I mean...I'm so sorry! Yeller replied. Does this mean you're going to arrest me!?
Just as he finished, a shadow came over to both of them. A flying Pokémon quickly flew down before landing.
It was Chief Charizard.
"No," he said as soon as he landed. "You're not under arrest,"
Monty began nodding his head before stopping to give a confused look. "Huh!?" he asked.
"It's fine, Monty," said the Chief. "Something else appears to be the problem."
"Uh...more than...him?" the Feraligatr asked, giving a nervous glance at Yeller.
"Yes. There have been reports of another thief. A full-on robber. Not some little pickpocket, " the Chief continued.
"Oh...you mean...THAT one," Monty said.
"Yes. A very quick suspect,
A flying type, perhaps." Chief told him. "The reports appear to be coming from various civilians. You're the first Pokémon this has happened to."
"Oh no..." Yeller began. "I don't want to /this to happen anymore.
"Relax. We will take care of you, " Chief Charziard replied. "Come down to the station and help us file the report. And we'll have a nice supper made for you."
"FOOD!? YAAA-" the rowdy Pokémon began.
"Quietly..." the aged Charizard sighed before closing his eyes.
"OH...okay," the Loudred apologized with a smile.
Several miles outside Bushville.
A small mountain cave.
Suddenly, a metal creature approached. It folded its wings as it came to a landing. The creature inhaled with one of its senses and stepped toward the opening of the rocks.
Food.
The Skarmory became eager as it continued approaching the cave. He had found more of it. Somebody's loot. He smiled to himself in amusement. Suddenly, a foul scent emitted towards his beak. Something was here.
He quickly turned away, spreading his wings, until a figure quickly jumped out from the shadows.
"GOTCHA!!" shouted Gibson, grabbing the Pokémon by its claw foot.
The flying type let out a scream before spinning around. Surprisingly, the Primeape held on as it began to swing around.
"LET GO OF ME YOU FOUL-SMELLING BEAST!!!" shouted the furious Pokémon.
"NOPE! S-STOP CRYING YOU LITTLE BIT -" Gibson began.
Suddenly, he was slammed into the dirt as the Skarmory drug him.
"AH! OWW! AWW! HEY!! he shouted in pain as he began to slam around the area.
"HEY YOU!" came a voice from behind.
The Pokémon stopped as it flew upward in mid-air. Gibson held onto it as it slowly turned towards the voice.
There outside the cave stood an average height, fearsome looking dragon-type Pokémon.
"Well, look who it is..." Ike said with a smirk.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?!" The metal Pokémon shouted back. "IS THIS...THE POLICE FORCE YOU HAVE!? IT'S PATHETIC!"
The Gabite began laughing to himself as he stood on.
"Not here," he said, chuckling.
"WHAT DO YOU TWO WANT!? LET GO OF ME, YOU IMBECILE!!" He replied, shaking his foot.
"Gibson...let his ass go," Ike commanded, still smiling.
The Primeape immediately released his grip before landing on his back.
"Ugh!" cried Gibson. "We should've used a damn Pokéball..."
"WEAKLINGS!" shouted the Skarmory before quickly facing away and flying off
"See ya...thief." Ike called.
The Pokémon immediately froze in midair.
It slowly turned as it met eyes with the Gabite standing in his direction.
"Who.Are. You?" It asked with a hint of anger.
"Aw nothing...just your average Pokémon Police trainee." Ike said, giving a Yawn. "Heard lots of reports of a FLYING bandit."
"What do you even know about me..." the Skarmory replied with a growl.
"That it's YOU." the Gabite grinned. "Hell, you were trying to rob us...weren't you?"
"I could kill you two before -" The flying Pokémon began.
"Before WHAT?" Ike interrupted. He then pointed to the walkie-talkie strapped to his chest.
"Before I tell them who it is?"
"What are you...undercover or something!?" the Pokémon asked.
"WHAT...me? Nope, I'm just a humble student about to graduate." Ike told him. "But...I've gotten so many stolen things. Uh-Oh, does that make me a dirty cop?"
You...STOLE YOUR LOOT?!? Skarmory asked in confusion.
"With my help!!" Gibson shouted up to him.
"Hey now...isn't that kind of your thing?" Ike grinned as he tilted his head.
"You want me to help you, fools?" The Pokémon asked. "It's only a matter of time before you will get caught!"
"Looks like YOU already have," Ike smirked as he pointed to his device again.
"Don't you dare." the Skarmory warned as he tensed up.
"Relax," Ike said, smiling."Just teasing with you."
"We're the Gabite Gang!" Gibson shouted from the ground, pumping his fist into the air.
"Shut the hell up," Ike snarled.
An eerie silence came across the three of them until it finally broke.
"I could turn you in right now," the Skarmory told the Gabite.
"Same goes for you." Ike said. "A dirty cop and a criminal"
"What happens now ?" asked Gibson. "Is scrappy gonna join?"
"I don't care who you are, I would never join you buffons." the Skarmory began.
"You would get a third of the loot," Ike told him. "All I'm asking if you could pitch in a little."
"Pitch in...how?" the Skarmory asked.
"We'll be doing night operations.."
Another long sound of silence began.
"Very well..." the Pokémon said. " If you continue to keep your word, I'll work for you,"
"Glad to have you," Gabite smiled as he turned his back. "Come inside for some chow."
"What!? Is Scrappy really joining?! Gibson frowned. "He's gonna eat our food..."
Suddenly, the Pokémon turned his head to look down on the Primeape.
"My name isn't Scrappy..." he said, glaring. "It's...Slade."
Somewhere Underground.
Tracer lay on the floor of the room until he heard voices outside the door. Sounds of arguing and cursing continued until he heard laughter.
The door suddenly swung open as Voss and two of his mean stared him down.
"Times up, buddy," the man said as he motioned to the Pokémon, causing the men to grab him by each arm.
They quickly and forcefully shoved him out of the room until he stood in front of them. "START WALKING!" shouted Voss.
The Grovyle quickly made his way forward in the dirt tunnel. While he walked, he began listening to the three humans behind him
"I thought you said he had potential boss..." said one man.
"Potential my ass, he may have beaten that Heracross bug-type... but he was soft on the inside." Voss replied.
"So what're we up against?" asked the other guy.
"More of the bug-type," Voss informed them. " Two of them, in fact,"
Tracer's heartbeat suddenly began pulsing. "Two...BUG-TYPE?!?" he thought to himself.
"He'll be fighting with HIM," Voss added as he gave Tracer a shove, making him move faster. "It'll be a two on two."
Tracer felt somewhat relieved as he listened on.
"Half the crowd will be betting on him because of his partner, the other on the bug-types," Voss told them. "In fact, I'm not sure who I'm going for."
"This is our chance to make some money," said one of the men. " I'll
be going for the bug-types! Not the weak-ass grass one here!"
The terrified Pokémon continued listening in until he was stopped in front of another cell door. "Alright, here we go," Voss told everyone. "We always let them meet their teammates. "Who knows... they could form a plan or something. " The men next to him laughed before opening the door and shoving Tracer in. "Good luck, dirtbag!" One shouted before locking the room.
Tracer slowly but surely composed himself as he looked around the dark room.
"H-Hello?" he asked with a quiver in his voice.
He suddenly caught a glance of what looked like eyes staring his way.
"Hey,...are you there?" The young Grovyle asked. "Aren't you gonna be my partner?"
Suddenly, and they have the perfect opportunity for figure appeared to him. A slender but tall Pokémon his height came into view.
It was leaning onto the dirt wall with it's arms crossed before unfolding them to stand straight.
Tracer suddenly realized the figure. He had seen pictures of it in books. It was also a grass-type.
"Y-you...and I are both...the same type. How do they expect us to win?" Tracer asked quietly.
The Pokémon sighed before looking his way. "The name's Spike. I heard about your first fight...Tracer is your name, isn't it?"
"This isn't fair!! They're setting us up to lose! to die!!" Tracer screamed his way.
"Yeah, kid, welcome back to hell," replied the Cacturne.
