PI Aaron and his assistant, Ace Trainer Travis, were investigating the scene of a crime. The police lights lit the house in pulsing flashes of red and blue. A man dressed in a Team Rocket uniform lay on the ground, bruised and bloody, his hands tied behind his back. But these weren't the administrations of the two detectives, but of a far more ruthless individual.

"I've seen enough," said Aaron, turning to leave. "Let's head back, try and get some leads on this red-haired kid." The neighbors had seen a red-headed boy lurking around the place earlier. It wasn't much, but it was a lead none-the-less. Travis turned to follow,, when the two were interrupted by the voice of a boy with a red hat.

"Hey!" He called. "Did you say a red-haired kid?"

The two detectives glanced at each other. "Yes, we did," said Aaron. "Did you see one?"

"No," replied the trainer. "But I think I know who he is."

"Who?" asked Travis speaking up. "Who is he?"

The boy hesitated briefly. Before he could say anything, Aaron spoke up. "I see you're a Pokemon trainer," he said. He reached for a pokeball on his belt, and Travis instinctively followed suit. "In that case I suggest we settle this with a Pokemon battle. If I win, you spill the beans. If you win, we'll not disturb you again."

The Pokemon trainer reached for his pokeball. "I accept your challenge," he said.

"I warn you," said Travis. "We won't go down easy,"

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A picture and short story of me and my friend  meerkatmiles as a random encounter in the new Pokemon games. He's the Ace Trainer, and I'm the PI. The Pokemon trainer is your stock protagonist. Play him however you like.

Pokemon is copyright Nintendo. Believe me, if I owned the rights to Pokemon, I would have done stuff much differently. PI Aaron is copyright me, Ace Trainer Travis is copyright  meerkatmiles. Blah blah blah.