TEMPORAL MOVE: FLASHBACK

In the dimly lit room assigned to me within the enigmatic Mirage Mansion, I carefully retrieved Rotomdex from my trusty bag.

"So, any notifications, buddy?" I inquired, my eyes fixed on the small device.

BEEP BEEP

"Yes, he logged into the virus-loaded drive containing half-assed info on Kleavor and Annihilape."

"Good. Is the virus detected?" I pressed further, already knowing the importance of this covert operation.

"No, it is programmed to destroy itself if detected."

Even if Yung managed to trace the intrusion, the shield of my fame should dissuade him from direct confrontation. Fame, it seemed, was a double-edged sword—a protective barrier against those with scruples, yet a beacon for those seeking to exploit.

"Good. I want you to go to the main terminal and take control of the systems one by one. As per plan, I will distract him until the surveillance is in our control."

FLASHBACK ENDED

However, the execution of the plan left me with a lingering sense of regret. The initial strategy involved smuggling Rotomdex out, followed by sending an anonymous complaint to the League officials. Now, the challenge lay in executing this plan without losing the crucial data.

"Rotomdex, did you send a complaint?" I inquired, hoping for a reassuring response.

"I have sent it to avoid any danger to you in case of complications," Rotomdex replied, its digital voice echoing a sense of determination.

"Good. Open the gates of Pokémon enclosures."

"Archer, the Mirage System is coded with its primary directives to initiate self-destruction if the Pokémon are released," Rotomdex informed me, a stark reality that needed addressing.

Accepting the grim truth, I steeled myself. It was time to set in motion the events that could change the fate of these imprisoned Pokémon. It wasn't as if the League was oblivious to the Mirage System; instead, they had prohibited Yung's illegal experiments. My decision was made.

With a determined nod, I commanded, "Do it."

The gates swung open, unleashing a chaotic torrent of emotions and freedom upon the once captive Pokémon. Annhiliape, recognizing the significance of the moment, tossed Yung over its shoulder, and we made a swift exit from the burning mansion. Explosions resonated behind us, marking the destruction of Yung's twisted Mansion.

OUTSIDE THE BURNING MANSION

As we emerged into the night, the newly freed Pokémon, initially hostile, turned their attention towards us. The assembly included an Ursaring, a family of Absols, a group of Arons and Lairons led by an imposing Aggron, and a Garchomp bearing the scars of Yung's surgical experiments.

"Well, I might be messed up," I muttered, acknowledging the precarious situation that lay before me.

Yet, as the words lingered in the air, Rookidee, seemingly understanding the gravity of the situation, began to chirp. Its melodic sounds reverberated through the chaos, reaching the ears of the once-hostile Pokémon. Surprisingly, the atmosphere shifted.

The Pokémon softened, some collapsing from exhaustion and malnutrition, others displaying signs of trauma, and a few nursing injuries inflicted during their captivity.

Observing the scene unfold, I turned to see Electabuzz efficiently retrieving a medicine and surgical box from the Silph bag. "Might as well get started," I said, realizing the magnitude of the healing process that lay ahead.

In the midst of the chaotic triage, the wailing sirens of a helicopter cut through the night. A contingent of police officers descended, flanked by a squad of Growlithes and Arcanine. At the forefront stood a middle-aged man, his suit draped with a brown coat, exuding an air of authority. Two Jenny at his side added to the official presence. The canine Pokémon formed a protective ring around the scene, and the Jenny on the right barked, "Everyone freeze! You are under the custody of Kanto Police forces."

As tension permeated the air, and the imprisoned Pokémon tensed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exasperation. The Book of Director of Police had such primary directive to inform, showcasing it in this condition showed some serious boot camp training insticts.

Suppressing my frustration, I retorted, "Would you like me to freeze, or would you prefer my dying patients to remain freezed? Trust me it can happen if there is more delay, though it can become permanent."

The man in the coat nodded to his subordinates, who returned to a rigid formation, but the canine Pokémon remained vigilant. As the medics approached the injured Pokémon, a growl of anger resonated, particularly from the Garchomp.

The man, turned to me and explained, "I am Mr. Looker. I can guarantee you can trust us. Mrs Jenny is stressed because every police office in Kanto received a complaint traced from here, detailing illegal experimentation and massive loss of life."

My incredulous gaze shifted to Rotomdex, who beeped out an explanation, "It was an emergency."

Mr. Looker marveled at the sight, "It's been four years since I've seen a Rotomdex. The last ones I knew using it were Professor Kukui and Samson Oak in Alola."

Nodding in acknowledgment, I responded, "Thanks. He was a gift to me as a Rotom. I built the machine he's inhabiting."

Looker's raised eyebrows indicated a mix of surprise and curiosity, "Is that so?"

Interrupting the ongoing conversation, the irritated roar of the Garchomp demanded attention. "Yes, yes, I'm coming. I'll take care of the big guy; you guys handle the rest."

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INTERROGATION

In the stern confines of an interrogation tent, Looker meticulously pasted various photos on the table. The visual timeline chronicled my journey, starting from Bharatsa Airport and extending to the recent Saffron Gym match. Accompanying each image was a litany of my achievements, my exploits captured in snapshots.

"Coming from the backward Bharatsa, You achieved much - the Youngest breeder in kanto, Multiple degrees, 3 gym badges and an unique team."

Two pictures held a prominent place above the others—one, the send-off from Dregen, and the other, my meeting with a suited man whose face remained obscured from the camera's lens: Giovanni.

Looker scrutinized the array of images, his gaze unwavering. "But you share a connection with two people I don't like, both has the tendency to take the law into their own hands. So, I want to ask you, how are you connected to this?"

Feeling the urgency to distance myself from any association with Yung, I replied, "Sir, I was merely here on a visit due to the similar approaches I share with Yung in breeding and research, based on data. It was because of my suspicions during my stay that I had Rotomdex investigate. When I lost contact with him, I searched and found the room. Yung discovered us, but luckily, Rotomdex had already managed to hack the system to release the Pokémon. I have no clue why the mansion exploded."

A discreet whisper reached Looker's ears from one of his officers, "The mansion self-destructed due to the opening of the cells containing imprisoned Pokémon. The tech traces salvaged confirm it."

Turning his attention back to me, Looker handed over Rotomdex and remarked, "His Rotomdex. We've searched all the data, except for in-depth data on his Pokémon and a few scans and pictures corroborating with your story. We didn't find anything else."

"Can he transfer the data of the Mirage system?" Looker inquired.

"It's impossible, sir. The timeline from the complaints aligns with his story, and Yung is currently unconscious," the officer explained.

"Any other storage devices?"

"None found, Sir."

Looker, still vigilant, extended Rotomdex towards me, saying, "Sorry for the suspicion, Mr. Archer. It was our duty."

I nodded in understanding. "It's fine, sir. I understand."

As I exited the tent, a solitary tone echoed from my AI: [Data processing completed].