Chapter 3

"Confronting a Face of Evil"

Naturally, it was obvious that the 19 men who used the stolen and brainwashed fighting type Pokemon were just as evil as we were. During the investigation of the 9/11 attacks, numerous eyewitnesses at the three US Airports where the flights departed from were coming forward. At the FBI office in Boston, a middle aged man in his 50s with a mustache stepped into the office.

"Is there an agent I can speak to about what happened on Tuesday?" he asked a secretary.

"Yes, what's your name sir?" asked the receptionist.

"Michael, Michael Tunley. I've come from Portland, Maine."

"And what's your occupation?"

"I'm a ticket agent for US Airways."

"One moment, please."

As he waited, Michael took an enormous gulp as the memories of that fateful morning came running back and forth through his mind. If he had not done what he should have done, the plans of the terrorists would have never come to pass.

"Mr. Tunley?" asked a man in a gray suit as he walked over to Michael. "I'm agent Sam Wells. You said you have a statement you wish to make?"

"Yes, sir."

"Come with me."

Nervously, Michael followed Agent Wells into an office and as he sat down the picture of evil he saw that day played out in front of him time after time again.

"So I understand you are from Portland, Maine and you have information about the hijackers?" asked Agent Wells. "Keep in mind that whatever you say will be put into evidence against the accused."

"I understand."

"Now, you say that you are a ticket agent for US Airways in Portland, correct?"

"Yes, one of our regional affiliates is Colgan Air. It was around 5am when I started my shift when I saw two guys come in and approach the counter. They had ties and jackets on and they looked like a couple of businessmen. Once they approached, they handed me their passports and tickets whereas I asked them the standard security questions."

"And what were the standard security questions? Give me some examples."

"Has anyone unknown to you asked you to carry any items on board the aircraft today?"

"Okay."

"And have your items been out of your control since the time you packed them?"

"Okay. Were there any other questions?"

"No, but one of them in the dark blue shirt gave me a rather mad expression on his face, almost as if I was bothering him with the questions. You know how some people ask questions because they have to and others they…?"

"I am aware of that, Mr. Tunley," interrupted Agent Wells. "But, I was wondering if you noticed any Pokeballs on them?"

This of course made Mr. Tunley feel somewhat surprised by the question.

"What do you mean?" he asked seemingly taken aback. "If they had Pokeballs? I was looking at their faces, not their belts. Besides, they needed to check in before the 6am to Boston was closed for departure. Why…why would Pokeballs be in the possession of businessmen?"

"There's reason to believe that there were Pokemon smuggled from Cinnabar Island to be used by the hijackers. Try and think hard on this question. Did you notice anything when you were tagging their bags or something?"

It took a moment for him to think, but Michael ultimately had a thought cross his mind.

"Hold on a second, I do remember one of them having a Pokeball on them," Michael said. "It was when they turned to go through security. The man in the dark blue shirt, on his left, he had a Pokeball he seemingly tried to hide under his jacket."

Agent Wells then reached into his desk and pulled out a picture of a Middle Eastern man in his 30s and showed it to Michael in an effort to jog his memory.

"Is this the man in question?" Agent Wells asked and seeing the picture made Michael think back to that moment. "His name is Mohammed Atta."

Without any hesitation, Michael answered Wells' question.

"That's him and he was with another man, I can't remember his last name, but his name was Abdul. They were then connecting to American Flight 11 for LAX at 8:00am. I also had to remind them that they would need to clear security again in Boston and he got defensive."

"In what way, defensive?"

"Almost like if I was accusing him of something that he never did. I calmly explained to him that he and his friend needed him to clear security in Boston again because he was coming from another airline. Looking back now, I think he didn't want the Pokemon he had on him to be revealed to the authorities."

Agent Wells then noticed the disbelief in Mr. Tunley's eyes.

"Look, what was I supposed to? How was I supposed to know that these are two of the guys that flew into the World Trade Center? I was just doing my job."

"You did what you needed to do, Mr. Tunley. But what you gave me will help in the investigation."

But those words did little to help Mr. Tunley as he made his way back to Portland, Maine. Part of him wished that would stop those two men from boarding their commuter flight. Had he did, things would have still gone largely the same as this investigation would transpire. Mohammed Atta was carrying a Pokemon on him and this led to believe that all of the hijackers had Pokemon on them.

Then there was the other question, were they the same Pokemon stolen by Team Rocket off of Cinnabar Island?

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