Chapter 35
"No Room for Team Rocket Monsters"
"So, you enjoy killing?" I heard Tim say while interrogating Leon "The Cutter" Vorgitch. "Is that why Team Rocket recruited the likes of you to do their dirty work?"
The more Tim could stare at the Cutter, the more disgusted he became. In the short time he had been on this Earth, Tim learned that Team Rocket had a lack of human nature.
"Why not?" the Cutter asked, smiling smugly. "It doesn't matter to me whether or not a Pokemon lives or dies, they are just animals. Have you ever eaten meat?"
"What does that have to do with anything, Vorgitch?" Looker asked.
"You make burgers and wings out of meat and they come from animals," remarked the Cutter. "Pokemon are meat and we make a decent meal out of them or rather a decent weapon out of them. I was planning to make something out of that Pikachu in order to contribute to the goals of the organization."
Rising to his feet, Tim paced back and forth for a few moments and absorbed everything that the Cutter revealed to us.
"Hey, don't be mad at me," he said mockingly. "This is what I do."
This made Tim stop pacing and stare down at the Cutter.
"Speaking of which, don't you have a Pikachu? If you do, why don't you hand it over?"
Angered, Tim launched at the Cutter attempting to reach out to him while Looker and I had to hold him back.
"You leave my Pokemon alone, you hear me?!" Tim snarled. "You hear me?"
But the Cutter said nothing and remained proud of his actions.
"I just figured it out," Tim growled, forcibly releasing himself from our grips. "You aren't even human in spirit! You're monsters, everyone in Team Rocket are monsters!"
"Why, thank you."
"Tim…Tim…" I said, trying to calm him down, knowing that he needed to be separated from the Cutter. "Calm down…calm down. It's not worth it."
Angered, Tim gave one final dirty look at the Cutter and walked out of the interrogation room. Looker decided to take over while I went outside to calm Tim down.
"Tim, you can't act out like that," I advised, much to his annoyance.
"Dad, Pokemon are being killed or turned into weapons by these savages!" Tim protested. "It's people like him that need to never see the light of day!"
"But there is a system!" I said slowly and firmly. "You are making it sound like Team Rocket members have no rights to defend themselves!"
"THEY DON'T!" Tim screamed loudly in my face, much to my shock and disbelief. "They don't, dad."
I then noticed tears forming in the corners of Tim's eyes. Ever since Pikachu had been injured at Kennedy Airport, there was a change in Tim almost as if he became more vengeful and impatient to stopping Team Rocket from attacking more innocent trainers and non-trainers.
"Dad, it…it's not fair, you know!" Tim cried. "270 people were murdered by these animals for what? Revenge? Profit? Pokemon are a protected species, dad! Lucy knows! You know! I know!"
Tim then buried his head in my chest and sobbed. I mean, who could blame him? He was feeling anger and sadness for both Pokemon and humans that are subjected to the horrors of terrorists like Team Rocket. At the same time, the rule of law was that all are innocent until proven guilty in a court of law. Just because these monsters are behind bars, doesn't mean that they have rights or that they have no shred of dignity in them.
Just then, the door to the interrogation room opened and Looker came out, causing Tim to try and pull himself together.
"Vorgitch came clean," he said. "He said that he personally killed the Pikachu for it's cheeks and tail to be used in the Spanish airliner plot."
"I knew it," Tim said, his voice ragged from releasing his emotions.
"Are you okay, Tim?" asked Looker, seemingly concerned for Tim.
"He's fine," I replied, throwing an arm around his shoulder. "Just had to vent some steam."
"If there is any silver lining," said Looker. "He's looking at spending the rest of his life in a high security prison along with the rest of these guys."
Then, we all saw the Cutter being taken back to his cell with a smile on his face almost as if he enjoyed making Tim upset and angry.
"And wipe that smile off your face, Vorgitch!" Looker shouted. "You're not going anywhere or getting any rewards for your actions!"
But he still smiled at breaking Tim's spirit. Still, Vorgitch was only one Team Rocket agent in a prison. Surely there were some agents that had hearts and had a display of humans in them? Just then, another prisoner was escorted into the interrogation room.
"Detective," said a prison guard. "A prisoner was overhearing everything and wanted to confess about some past crimes."
"Isn't he one of the Neuss Cell?"
"He is. It's Baby-O O'Dell."
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We then proceeded back into the interrogation room where an African American man that looked harmless to us and unlike the cutter was willing to show compassion in his confession.
"Mr. O'Dell?" said Detective Looker, sitting down back at the end of the table. "It's nice to see you again."
"Detective," replied Baby-O. "I…I want to apologize for the Cutter's behavior. The guy's a psycho. Killing Pokemon without any mercy, dog. I don't do that."
"Do you have something to tell us about the Neuss cell, Mr. O'Dell?" I asked. "You've already managed to rat out some of your comrades including the Cutter."
"Yeah, I managed to plead guilty and assist in putting these assholes away for good," answered Baby-O. "I made a mistake in joining Team Rocket, dog."
The fact that we were dealing with a Team Rocket agent that was willing to talk and show remorse at the same time was certainly good news for us in more ways than one.
"Well, it's never too late for you to atone, Mr. O'Dell," said Detective Looker. "After all, you were the one to surrender willingly when the cell was arrested and was willing to admit your actions."
"Hey, I've got diabetes, man. Any day could be my last if I don't get insulin. Hell, these dope fiends wouldn't even let me take insulin because they thought I was going to be a distraction. In a way, I wanted to help the Pokemon we had captive, but they would kill me if I did."
The fact that "Baby-O" was willing to open up was definitely a big help to our investigation. In a way, he could pass off as an informant for the International Police or even the FBI in the United States.
"Mr. O'Dell," I said. "From what I understand, you are the reluctant agent of the Neuss Cell and willing to rat out your comrades to save your own skin. Ergo, you never were involved with any torture of the Pokemon held captive."
"I couldn't bear myself to do it, man. I couldn't and they would even let the Pokemon we held captive eat, drink or go to the bathroom to do their business."
"Before you were captured on October 27th," I asked. "Were you planning in any way, to exploit the cell to the West German police?"
Without any hesitation, Baby-O gave a firm answer.
"Yes."
It seemed that we found a positive light in the fold of this investigation and whether or not we would get all the information remained to be seen in order to obtain justice in the Pan Am 103 bombing investigation.
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