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Slateport Beat [c]
POSTED ON Jan 27, 2021 23:50:17 GMT
Sirens overwhelmed the Slateport soundscape. The seaside metropolis was never a peaceful place to live, but this week of chaos and crime was especially agitating. For whatever reason, the petty bands of criminals that normally stayed in the shadows had teamed up for a city-wide crime spree. The police was handling these ametuer crooks as best as they could, but they were being spread thin and running out of resources. One particular group gave the PD a heap of trouble, taking over an entire warehouse full of pokeballs and holding the warehouse workers as hostages.
Police had surrounded the warehouse, trying to plan some sort of solution to this hostile conundrum. As they plotted amongst themselves, a black vehicle would approach the dire scene. Upon spotting it, the sergeant in command approached with a small collection of officers. "This area is restricted!" He called out, drawing a pokeball in case things turned violent. "The officers at the entrance should have--"
The vehicle slid to a stop near the entourage, and from the driver's seat stepped out a pale young man with a black suit and striking sun glasses. The sergeant was about to become more hostile, when the pale man flashed a badge in his face. The elaborate symbol made the man's identity clear: He was from Interpol. "Hello Sergeant, my name is Agent Henry. Over there is my partner Agent McCarty." He nodded over to the car before pushing past the flustered cluster.
The sergeant stayed on "Henry's" ass, every attempt to get more information interrupted by the pushy agent. "As of right now, Interpol is taking over this operation. Honestly you guys caught a lucky break, if these fuckers weren't being lead by an international criminal mastermind wanted in five regions you'd all be up shit creek. Agent McCarty has the files." Henry once again motioned toward the car, continuing to walk toward the warehouse. Stopping short of the police barricade, Henry took a cigarette case out of his blazer pocket and opened it to reveal an array of lollipops. He popped one into his mouth, taking a long draw as he stared into the blackened windows of the building. "This should be fun."
Of course these were now Interpol agents, but rather oscar clayton and Chu-e Choi . Their mission was simply to take care of some of these uppity criminals, but the two got carried away during the planning phase and came up with an elaborate song and dance involving Interpol and Criminal Masterminds. Perhaps it could be considered going overboard, but you have to admit this little roleplay was a lot more fun.
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