Pokemon:Homicide Ep. 1-Blood Red Rivalries Part 2
Rom and Dasher stepped out of the car and began walking toward where the hird member of the squad was waiting. “What’s the situation Vince?” Rom asked.
“That’s the question isn’t it?” He pulled out a notepad and began listing off things written. “Let’s see, the name was Red Gene.”
“Strange name.” Rom muttered.
“You’re one to talk miss Romance.” Dash said, emphasizing her name.
“Shut it, Dasher.” She said, returning the emphasis.
“Anyway,” he continued, “Red Gene, seventeen, pokemon trainer. Last month he beat out all the top trainers in the league. Something of a local celebrity among the kiddies.”
“I thought I recognized the name. My kid is obsessed with the guy.” Dash said.
“Crystal?”
“Yeah, she’s got his poster on her wall.”
“Creepy.”
“Most kid idols are. Let’s hear the rest.”
“Not much else to say. He was stabbed, it wasn’t even made to look like a mugging either.”
“Any idea why he was here? Doesn’t seem like high level training ground.”
“There’s a cave back here. Most trainers don’t know about it as the only way for them to get around to it requires some specific HMs. “
“I see, how did our body find out about it?”
“ Well, like I said, he just beat out the league and earned the title of grandmaster. It was all over the television.”
“Don’t watch it. What does it have to do with anything?”
“Along with the general anonymity of the thing, it’s under armed guard set by the League. When a victor is awarded, they also get a pass to the League’s personal training ground inside that cave.”
“So possible suspects could be the League?”
“I guess they could. Look Rom, don’t you want to see the guy who found the body?” Vince guestured at a man being treated by two EMTs by an ambulance.
“If he was obviously guilty, we wouldn’t be discussing this here.”
“Good point. Well the issue is this.” He gve the signal and the cover was removed from the body.
“Woah, that’s just…Damn.” Dash bit his knuckle.
“I see.” Rom took a sharp breath and sighed. “That’s it then?”
“Yeah.”
“Guess I’m going to Sunday dinner then.” She turned and started walking toward the ambulance.
“Rockets.” Dash muttered as he looked at the body. It lay there, with two bullet holes in the chest but the most striking was the lack of eyes and the single gym badge pinned to his forehead.
Rom grabbed one of the EMTs and spun him to face her. “Who is he?”
“Umm, don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“It’s not pertinent to our job. So long as we keep him here then identifying him is up to you.” Rom grabbed her neck and took a deep breath. “I know what you’re thinking, and we’re the only company still willing to work with you. Have a nice day.” He turned and walked into the back of the ambulance.
“God I hate them.” She muttered before stepping over to the man leaning against the side. “Sir, tell me what you were doing when you found the body.”
“My job.”
“Your job. And what would that be?”
“Well, when trainers battle one wins and one loses, the one who loses is usually in a tight spot with no way to protect himself. So, me or one of my coworkers comes by and teleports them off to a center for the revival process to begin.”
“How do you know when to show up?”
“Simple, before a battle the trainer activates a small beacon on their phone, belt, pokedex, what have you and the nearest unit answers hopefully before the battle ends.”
“I see, may I see your ID?”
“Sure.” He pulled the card out of his pocket and she swiped it through the machine on her waist, t beeped and she read the readout.
“You aren’t in our database but that’s not entirely unusual. You don’t seem to have a poke-license though. Looks like I’m going to have to cite you for that.”
“You can’t be serious.” He laughed nervously.
“I’m entirely serious, come on to the car, or do you want me to pull out the handcuffs?”
“That’s the question isn’t it?” He pulled out a notepad and began listing off things written. “Let’s see, the name was Red Gene.”
“Strange name.” Rom muttered.
“You’re one to talk miss Romance.” Dash said, emphasizing her name.
“Shut it, Dasher.” She said, returning the emphasis.
“Anyway,” he continued, “Red Gene, seventeen, pokemon trainer. Last month he beat out all the top trainers in the league. Something of a local celebrity among the kiddies.”
“I thought I recognized the name. My kid is obsessed with the guy.” Dash said.
“Crystal?”
“Yeah, she’s got his poster on her wall.”
“Creepy.”
“Most kid idols are. Let’s hear the rest.”
“Not much else to say. He was stabbed, it wasn’t even made to look like a mugging either.”
“Any idea why he was here? Doesn’t seem like high level training ground.”
“There’s a cave back here. Most trainers don’t know about it as the only way for them to get around to it requires some specific HMs. “
“I see, how did our body find out about it?”
“ Well, like I said, he just beat out the league and earned the title of grandmaster. It was all over the television.”
“Don’t watch it. What does it have to do with anything?”
“Along with the general anonymity of the thing, it’s under armed guard set by the League. When a victor is awarded, they also get a pass to the League’s personal training ground inside that cave.”
“So possible suspects could be the League?”
“I guess they could. Look Rom, don’t you want to see the guy who found the body?” Vince guestured at a man being treated by two EMTs by an ambulance.
“If he was obviously guilty, we wouldn’t be discussing this here.”
“Good point. Well the issue is this.” He gve the signal and the cover was removed from the body.
“Woah, that’s just…Damn.” Dash bit his knuckle.
“I see.” Rom took a sharp breath and sighed. “That’s it then?”
“Yeah.”
“Guess I’m going to Sunday dinner then.” She turned and started walking toward the ambulance.
“Rockets.” Dash muttered as he looked at the body. It lay there, with two bullet holes in the chest but the most striking was the lack of eyes and the single gym badge pinned to his forehead.
Rom grabbed one of the EMTs and spun him to face her. “Who is he?”
“Umm, don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“It’s not pertinent to our job. So long as we keep him here then identifying him is up to you.” Rom grabbed her neck and took a deep breath. “I know what you’re thinking, and we’re the only company still willing to work with you. Have a nice day.” He turned and walked into the back of the ambulance.
“God I hate them.” She muttered before stepping over to the man leaning against the side. “Sir, tell me what you were doing when you found the body.”
“My job.”
“Your job. And what would that be?”
“Well, when trainers battle one wins and one loses, the one who loses is usually in a tight spot with no way to protect himself. So, me or one of my coworkers comes by and teleports them off to a center for the revival process to begin.”
“How do you know when to show up?”
“Simple, before a battle the trainer activates a small beacon on their phone, belt, pokedex, what have you and the nearest unit answers hopefully before the battle ends.”
“I see, may I see your ID?”
“Sure.” He pulled the card out of his pocket and she swiped it through the machine on her waist, t beeped and she read the readout.
“You aren’t in our database but that’s not entirely unusual. You don’t seem to have a poke-license though. Looks like I’m going to have to cite you for that.”
“You can’t be serious.” He laughed nervously.
“I’m entirely serious, come on to the car, or do you want me to pull out the handcuffs?”