In the police station, an officer entered the interrogation room, carrying Quickie's backpack. He sat the backpack on the table and unzipped it, looking at Quickie. "Let's see what you have in here. Had the bomb squad check it already, it's safe."
Quickie swallowed, remembering how she threw it right in front of the cops. Yeah, good idea there.
The cop slowly took each item out and placed it on the table. A tube of Poke Balls, a sketch book, change of clothes, which were searched and unfolded. A case of art supplies, which the cop rummaged through and set certain items aside, such as an X-Acto knife. "Can't keep this."
Quickie shrank in her seat.
The cop continued to search the bag, pulling out more items, including Mewtwo's computer, which was set on the table before Quickie. "What's this?"
Quickie gave the ridged techno-organic tablet a once-over. "Mewtwo's computer."
The cop picked it up, turned it over in his hands, and examined the edges. "How do you open it?"
"You'd have to ask Mewtwo," Quickie shrugged, "it's his computer."
Snorting in response, the officer ste the tablet aside and dug out several discs, which he handed to another officer. "Have Archie look at these." The other cop nodded, took the discs, and left the room. Resuming the search, the officer pulled out more items, including an inhaler, a vial of medication, and an oral syringe. "And these?"
"Inhaler's mine, meds were prescribed for Mewtwo, as he was sick last week," Quickie nodded. "Nurse Joy said it was something to calm him down and help him rest."
The officer nodded and picked up the oral syringe and vial, turning and shouting out of the room. "Hey! Give these to Lee and Kirby! They can dose up that Pokemon, make it easier to handle." Another officer took the items and the commander resumed his earch of Quickie's bag, pulling out a Master Ball, which he placed on the table with a clunk. "And would you lik to tell me why your Pokemon was not in this ball? Or, do you have something even worse in here?"
"It's empty," Quickie looked to the table. "Mewtwo was never in a Poke Ball. Nurse Joy gave that to me, just in case."
"Just in case what?"
"Just in case Mewtwo was out of control."
"Then why haven't you used it?!" The officer snapped. "That Pokemon is dangerous, and we had orders to open fire on it, should it get out of hand!"
"You wouldn't let me anywhere near him so that I could talk him down!" Quickie countered. "I would've had the situation well under control if you let me through the barricade! That's why I did what I did! I had no choice, no other option, but to throw my bag into the fray and hope for the best, because you grabbed me before I could do anything else!"
"We grabbed you to keep you from getting hurt!"
"Then, how the hell did you expect me to do anything about the situation if you wouldn't let me do anything! Do you see the problem here?!"
"Ms Shank," the officer lowered his voice, "you need to settle down. You're in a lot of trouble, here. Your Pokemon is in a lot of trouble. For one, your Pokemon is stolen, and I highly doubt that you actively participated in its theft, but you received stolen property. You also refused to keep a dangerous Pokemon properly restrained in a Poke Ball. You allowed it to run rampant, and before then, you and your Pokemon were working in the food industry, handling food meant for human consumption. Your Pokemon was the source of the incidents in Stone Town, Fuchsia City, and now here. And never once did you attempt to restrain it. Do you understand why this is an issue?"
Quickie's eyes were cast down, and she nodded slowly. "He's not like any other Pokemon, though..."
"It doesn't matter!" the officer snapped. "Mewtwo is a Pokemon! It doesn't have the same rights as humans, and you need to treat it like a Pokemon! That means keeping it restrained! You, of all people, should know how dangerous it is, as you've kept it for so long!"
Quickie's gaze remained on the table and she said nothing.
"We're bringing some people over from the Pokemon Institute to look at Mewtwo and get its side of the story," the officer stepped back from the table, "we have reports saying that those other Pokemon involved were clones that it made, and I for one would like to know how." With that, he left the room, leaving Quickie alone with James.