“This just in,” the newscaster’s booming voice announced from the softly
glowing screen of the television set. “Giovanni Oak, head of that
organization of criminals known as the Rockets, has been captured, and sent
to prison. This notorious criminal has escaped from our clutches on many
occasions before, and officials are overjoyed at the capture.”
The girl watching the set in the darkness stood up slowly, staring, as the
broadcast continued. “He has been taken to the Celadon jail complex, and
will be taken in for a trial tomorrow morning.”
Eyes widening, the girl clenched her fists as the man continued. “And if
you think the Rockets can survive without its Boss’s guidance, you are
completely wrong. Officers have broken into the main base, and confiscated
every file they could, then preceded to break into every smaller base
listed. All arrested members are being held, and will be given trials on
currently unspecified dates.”
As the girl picked up a cup of coffee with her shaking hand and took a sip,
listening. “Officers were tipped off as to the whereabouts of this unruly
man by a Mister John Orested of the Pokemon Intelligence Agency. This agent
has been greatly rewarded for his services.”
“Kanto’s citizens are celebrating at this turn of events. With the Rockets
out of the way, this can be a truly peaceful world. Researchers predict that
there will be no more deaths due to murder, no more stolen pokemon, and no
more cruelty to pokemon in large groups. The might be the occasional
unsatisfied citizen, but that’s nothing we can’t handle,” he paused for a
second, then continued, “Celebrate with everyone else, for the days of
terror are over.”
“Don’t be so sure,” the thin, tired voice in the room muttered. “Don’t be so
sure…” she repeated, turning away slowly.
