Pokemon: The Lockerbie Connection

by godistance3562

On December 21st, 1988, Pan Am Flight 103 explodes over Scotland killing 270 people. Thinking that Team Rocket could be involved as the prime suspect along with Pokemon Trainers from a prestigious academy in Israel on board, Detective Harry Goodman and his son Tim are recruited by the United States Government along with a Bounty Hunter and an explosives expert to find the truth.

66. Turned Over to the Authorities

Chapter 66

"Turned Over to the Authorities"

When we landed in West Germany, we were greeted by the sight of United States military and law enforcement personnel armed with shotguns and Growlithe K9 units, preparing to detect any weapons or Pokemon that were still on their person. When the door opened, all of the captured Team Rocket agents were lined up in Chain Gang formation and led off the plane towards a large prison bus to take them to Frankfurt Airport for the flight back to the United States.

"It's over, ladies and gentlemen," said Scully as the captured boarded the bus. "And say goodbye to your Pokemon. It's the last you'll ever see of them."

As they boarded, any Pokeballs that were on the agents' belts were forcibly removed and turned over to Pokemon Center specialists for extra care. Just then, we saw Philly Ross roll down the plane in his wheelchair.

"I hope you rot in hell, you bitch," he scowled, but I could only smile. "One day…one day, Team Rocket will rule the entire world!"

"You are just wasting your breath, Philly," I chuckled. "You may be entitled to a lawyer, but don't expect you are going to win this case and don't expect to get rid of me so easily, because we are going to finish our conversation on the back of the bus."

Carefully, Philly was loaded onto a smaller bus that would otherwise be used for the mentally handicapped or disabled. Those who were in the cages from Tehran were also put in the bus.

"Welcome to the Isolation Bus, Gentlemen," said Mulder. "And don't worry, you'll still be in isolation on the ride back to the United States. Now, in the next 15 minutes, you are going to answer the questions we want out of you. Did Team Rocket plan to attack other airliners or what other targets?"

"El Al out of Bangkok?"

"There were more than that, Richard," said Scully. "But then again, you are so obsessed with women you probably can't even think straight. Well, where you are going, you will have no chance of escape from prison or parole ever again."

"If I wasn't shackled, I would…"

But before Richard could finish insulting Scully, the red haired agent struck him with the butt of her gun.

I then placed my hand on Philly's wounded leg and began to start applying pressure to it again.

"Now, did Team Rocket have anything else planned besides Pan Am 103, Philly?" I asked again. "Tell me and I will stop the torment on your leg!"

Tightening my grip, Philly felt he could no longer hold in his emotions.

"Okay, okay!" he cried. "Madam Boss wanted to bomb more planes out of London."

"Pan Am or El Al?"

"No, British Airways from London to the United States," Philly confessed.

"What was the target date?"

"Good Friday, the day he was crucified."

"Jesus?" I asked, tightening the grip on Philly's leg further. "Was it Jesus or was it Aslan?"

Now of course, Aslan was a fictional character from The Chronicles of Narnia, but he was a Christ figure all the same.

"Jesus!" winced Philly. "It's Jesus!"

"How many planes out of London?"

"Four planes, to New York…Washington…San Francisco…Los Angeles. Stop, it hurts!"

I then released my grip just as we were pulling up to a Pan Am 747 waiting to take the prisoners back to the United States.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Ross," I said sarcastically. "Enjoy your flight home and don't expect any first class treatment!"

As we watched the prisoners being loaded, we then noticed a Pan Am 727 arrive and park next to the 747. The rear door opened and a stretcher bearing Stewart Swinton was rolled off and moved towards the 747. But it wasn't before Stewart quietly raised his arm and flipped us all off in disgust.

"Well, that was nice of him, Minnie," I remarked. "Real nice of him."

"Sore loser, Ms. Vincent," answered Mulder. "All of them are. Well, now they will feel what it's like to be a true loser, won't they?"

Once all the prisoners were loaded, the Clipper Empress of the Seas departed Frankfurt heading for the United States. All of the suspects from Tehran and the agents disguised as Pan Am Frankfurt workers made up the passenger list.

But there was still the matter of Madam Boss herself who was now in the custody of the International Police back in Viridian City.

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