To be honest, this is just a filler. Next chapter Looker returns to I.P. HQ to start missions, and the whole Team Spade thing picks up. Anyway, enjoy Chapter 16.
Chapter 16, Saga 3
The silver moon was replaced by it’s equal, the golden sun. The sun made it’s way above the horizon, it’s vibrant rays warming the air.
A few panes of light shone in through the large apartment window, falling upon a sleeping Looker’s face.
He opened his weary eyes, wincing at the light. His clothes were piled up on the floor. Johanna, his apparent girlfriend and lover, also without clothes, had her tender head resting on his chest, snoozing gently.
Without a sound he placed her head on a pillow and pulled away from the covers. He pulled on his pair of pants and silently sneaked out of the room to the kitchen.
A cold drink of soda helped wake the young man up, the fizzy bubbles making him alert. He quickly downed the soda and tossed the empty can in the trash. Sitting down on the couch he looked up at a calendar.
He had a little less than a week until his job as an International Police Agent started. He ran his hand through his messy hair, uncombed brown hair. The memories of the previous night flooded his mind, the look in Johanna’s eyes, the luscious curves of her body, and the brilliant moonlight that guided them.
A ruffling could be heard coming from the bedroom.
He couldn’t believe it. He had made love to her, she had made love to him.
The pleased Looker leaned back and yawned.
The bedroom door opened and Johanna stepped out, having on all her clothes.
She walked up to Looker and sat down by him.
“Let’s not tell my grandmother.” she murmured, hugging Looker around the neck.
“Yeah…want some breakfast? I have some cereal, some waffles….” he asked, giving her a peck on the cheek.
“Sure, that would be good.”
The two ate a few waffles together sitting on the couch as the sun raised higher in the air. They were both silent, the other not sure what to say. They still cared for each other, yes, they both loved each other yes, but things were different now. Very different.
Finally, Looker broke the silence.
“So, you’re going to stay in Twinleaf Town while I’m gone?”
“Yeah… how long will you be gone at a time?”
“After every mission I get time off, so depends.”
They continued to eat, tired eyes looking back and forth between the plates and one another, content smiles on both of them.
The men of Team Spade stood and looked at the Steel-Flying Types, metal, bladed wings sharp, reflecting the sun. The flock of Skarmory pecked at the ground, fierce eyes and pointed talons working together.
“Well, have your men catch them.” Vick Hayden said, arms folded.
“We’re not Trainers, I’m surprised they can hold Pokeballs correctly.” replied the sickly looking man known as Rex.
Mel, another member of Team Spade stood beside his leader. He already had a Pokemon as well- Mightyena.
“They just have to throw it at them. How hard is that?” Vick hastily said, walking up to a man and snatching the Pokeball out of his hand.
With one swift motion the man in the black suit threw the sphere at a Skarmory. It bounced off of its steel hide, clicked open, and bathed the Pokemon in a red light, beaming the creature up into the Pokeball. It fell to the ground and began to wobble. It wobbled once, twice, three times before a soft clicking noise sounded from inside, confirming the catch.
“There. Easy. Now get to it.”
Vick scooped up the occupied Pokeball and handed it back to the man.
The gang of men went to catching the Pokemon that would aid them in flying. Rex and Mel also picked up a Pokeball and caught a Skarmory. They would need to fly too.
Soon the flock of wild Skarmory was gone and each man had one clipped at their waist.
“Good. I set your uniforms back in the bar. Go in and change quickly.”
Team spade entered the run down bar and grabbed a rightly sized gray uniform, along with a similar pair of boots, gloves, hats, and goggles. On the center of uniform was a bold, black spade design, contrasting the gray fabric.
The men changed quickly, discarding their civilian clothes on the floor. They were dressed in the gray uniform, goggles either dangling around their necks or resting on the bill of the uniforms billed hats.
Rex hopped up on a pool table and addressed the group.
“Ok Team spade, just because this Vick guy is funding us doesn’t mean I don’t lead us, got it?”
The burly and cold faced men agreed, nodding slowly.
“And Mel here is second in command, understand?”
Again, the Spade Grunts nodded like mindless drones.
“Ok, now lets go.”
The Team spade leader hopped from the pool table and led them out the door.
As the men filed out, Vick handed each one a few spare Pokeballs.
“Use these to catch other Pokemon along the way, one Skarmory can’t do much.”
They took the capturing devices and stored them on their belts also.
Vick handed Rex a few papers and a global map.
“These are you’re instructions and plans. Once the task is complete you and you only come to my estate in Hoenn.”
Rex took the bundle of papers and stuffed them in his pocket.
“Roger that. We’re out.”
He turned and faced the Spade Grunts.
“Goggles on! We’re taking flight Team Spade!”
The rallied men adjusted their goggles and pulled them on, giving them an insect-like look. The swarm of Skarmory were released and the grunts climbed up on their backs, feeling the steel hide with their leather gloves. The silver, metal feathers blended in with the gray thread of the uniforms, making twenty blobs of grayness, ready for flight.
“Lets go!!! To Kanto!!”
Team spade, led by Rex took to the skies, Skarmories screeching as they went, the clanking of metal feathers ringing through the air.
Vick watched his little pawns disappear along the horizon, gray blobs getting smaller and smaller. The man with the green eyes sneered.
“Just as planned.”
Johanna had returned to Twinleaf Town. Celia had agreed to look after his apartment. The future rents had been paid.
It was time to get to work.
Looker mad sure he had everything: Croagunk and his Pokeball, coat, I.P. badge, wallet, suitcase. All accounted for.
The day before he went down to the suit store and bought a brand new suit. It was dark brown, almost a chocolate color. It matched his shoes well. He also bought a brand new red tie. This new suit fitted him perfectly and was also comfortable to him.
Looker placed his suitcase by the door and turned to look at his apartment. The plain, normal apartment wasn’t his true home, technically. But to him, it was the best home he knew. He had found it, he had paid for it, he had took care of it. It was his apartment, no one else’s.
He thrust his hands in his coat pockets, feeling the soft, aged fabric. The black buttons were polished, the end section dangled about his lower legs. The interior of the coat was coated with a blue, warming fabric, accenting the leathery outside. This was his father’s old trench coat, yes, but to him this old trench coat was a part of him, an extension of himself. He had wore the coat since he decided to make a difference, when he chose his dream to make a better world through justice and law.
His hand wrapped around something sharp and smooth. He pulled it out to inspect further. It was “Ding Bat’s”, the wild Golbats tooth that had snapped off while the wild beast attacked him when he first arrived in Sinnoh. His first memory of this Region. His first trial. His first challenge. He looked at the scar it had left. His first injury in Sinnoh. He placed the tooth on the table.
These nostalgic feelings swept over him, making him feel a warmth deep inside him that only he could describe. These memories were precious to him. These memories were so much better than the ones he had before his running away. Those memories were long gone, a chapter in his life that was over. He never grieved over his fathers death, never shed an useless tear. His eyes were never meant for crying or weeping. His eyes, his bold, dark eyes had a better purpose- his eyes saw all the ways this world needed help and justice.
It finally hit him fully why Sailor Luke had nick-named him Looker all those years ago. It hit him like a Giga-Impact attack from a well trained Tauros. He had an idea why, because he looked of course, but this full understanding was a nice surprise.
He chuckled and patted down his dark hair, turned around, and exited the door.
Later that day he entered Pastoria City to the sight of the S.S. Condria, the International Police’s ship.
He casually walked up to the loading ramp, flashed his badge to the guard, and boarded the large ship. He let Croagunk out to enjoy the scenery as the ship departed and began to sail through the sapphire blue ocean.
The ship didn’t have as many passengers as last time, just the staff, crew, and the returning I.P. members.
The next day, around noon, the S.S. Condria pulled up to the HQ, lurching to a halt. Looker returned Croagunk and promptly exited the ship. He followed the concrete pathway to the main office building, the gleaming windows and metal reflecting the sunlight.
He flashed his badge to the guards at the entrance and was pointed to an elevator. The main building was buzzing with life. Agents and Officers running around, trained Pokemon doing errands, multiple computers buzzing and an array of phones ringing. Men on hand-held radios barked orders while female Officers filed papers and tuned in to air frequency with head sets. It was truly like a normal local police station, only much, much larger. That, and it was ten stories high.
He clicked a button reading “Deployment” on the button panel inside the elevator. Looker felt himself rising, the dial above the elevator door dinging at every level until level eight, where it stopped as the double elevator doors opened.
The eight story was much like the first, only a lot less organized and with more new Deputies and the like running around.
In the middle of the mess, Officer Stan Lyke stood, trying to walk through the crowd of busy people. Despite being inside, he still wore his shades and still had the same un-kept sideburns.
“Looker!” he shouted, waving his arms. “Looker buddy! Over here!”
Looker smiled at seeing his friend and navigated his way to the older gentlemen.
“Ok man, follow me to my personal office….”
The two walked to a small office. The room was full of movie posters, whacky toys, and comic books, things not associated with criminal justice. It looked more like a toy shop that had exploded, with action figures scattered everywhere and an array of video games stacked on a small table. An old metal filing cabinet was placed in a corner, the bottom portion having a tag stamped on it reading “pranks”.
“Nice office.” Looker said, finding a chair and sitting in it.
“It helps me think. As long as I do my job they let me bring anything in here.” Stan replied, clearing a space on his desk by placing box of random items on the floor, next to another clump of childish items.
He then went over to a wire basket and picked up a thin manila folder and threw it down on the desk between them.
“First case: Case #1413, sinnoh based.”
He flipped open the folder, revealing an info sheet.
“Sinnoh based Officers took note of a bar suddenly closing one day, out of the blue. Shady business is suspected, as no authorities were contacted about the structural damage….”
“The door was ripped clean from its hinges, probably a Pokemon attack.“
He flipped another page, showing a snapshot of a blurry black and white scene of a wrecked door.
“This case is current, just opened a few days ago. Our job is to find the owner and interrogate him on what he knows. Think we can handle it?”
Looker stroked his chin and chewed it over in his mind.
“Lets get to work!”
There it is, chapter 16!
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