In the back of the other police car, Mewtwo shifted around, trying to make room for himself. There wasn't much leg room, and his tail was bent at an awkward angle, and having his arms restrained behind his back and attached to the seat belt was not helping matters. Overall, it was a rather cramped and miserable ride, and the car was clearly not designed for beings of a taller stature, human or otherwise. He snorted and looked out the window at the passing scenery.
The driver, an officer named Kearney, had not said a word to him throughout the trip, and neither had his partner, whose name Mewtwo did not catch. The two officers, however, maintained an almost constant radio contact with the station, trying to determine exactly where they would be taking him when they got there. It wasn't as if Pokemon were regularly arrested, so this was clearly lacking in any well-defined protocol. From what he heard over the garbled radio static, they were calling in wardens from Fuchsia, and then proceeding from there.
Mewtwo shifted again, trying to stretch his cramping legs, only to kick the back of the seat in front of him. Kearney didn't even look at him as he grunted out a command to "quitcher kicking." Finally managing to twist his body around enough to give his tail some room, Mewtwo let out a snort and glanced out the rear windshield. He was forced to leave his clones behind, unprotected, and without any valid explanation as to what had transpired. He was told that they were safe, and that the others would deal with them, but he wanted to make sure of that himself. They deserved an explanation. They deserved an apology.
In the driver's seat, Kearney got on the radio again. "We're pulling in, where you want us to take it, over."
"Back entrance, take it directly to holding," the station manager's voice crackled over. "The wardens are here, ready to wrangle it. We've cleared out the Quiet Room, so we can hold it in there. Don't want it around any other inmates, and we can't transfer anyone to County lockup right away."
"Gotcha, over and out," Kearney put down the receiver and pulled around to the back, stopping the car and finally looking back and addressing Mewtwo. "Don't move. You stay there until we tell you to move. You've caused a lot of trouble, so don't make it any worse. Capische?"
Mewtwo nodded slowly, remaining silent, his focus still on the clones that he left behind.
After a moment, two wardens came out and Kearney got out of the car and opened the back door, motioning for Mewtwo to move forward. "Let's go."
Doing as he was told, Mewtwo slid across the back seat and waited until his cuffs were released from the seat belt, then stood. He was immediately flanked by the wardens, who led him inside. The walk to the holding cell was short, and he was met with cautious stares, until he was shoved into a small, bare room, and the door was shut and locked. Retreating to a corner, Mewtwo crouched down in it, silent and thinking about how he got into this mess.
"Roger! Over and out!" Joe removed his comlink, and began to skate again, trying his best to avoid the bunch of meddling twerps. Next stop, the Pokemon Institute... And Harley.
(OK, I have to head out... Please zombie Joe if needed. Dr. Wily II can stay in place. 
Also... It's not that Cacturne Harley right? )
(Harley Quinn, actually.
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