Staring through the massive, floor-to-ceiling window, a man, garbed in a white-tie suit, stood waiting - waiting to live - waiting to die; he was unaware what would occur after the events that had unfolded throughout the previous three days. It was a Wednesday, stormy, dull, disgusting; it was bitterly frigid. He paused for no more than fifteen seconds and then sat on a black, leather, Chippendale chaise lounge, and waited. Tears streaming down his face, he arose, and, distraught, stepped over to a large, mahogany desk. The wood was carved from Viridian Forest and of the finest quality.
Reluctantly opening a drawer, he reached in, grabbing a small revolver. He returned to his original position beside the window. After careful deliberation, he placed the revolver to his temple. Suddenly, all went black. An ominous silence filled the room...
No one neither knew why he did it, nor who he was. All they knew is that he was obviously troubled. The constable entered the room, clothed in a deep navy uniform and he approached the cadaver. Turning the corpse over, he shrieked. The constable stared into the body's eyes, dilated, and stood in disbelief. It was Giovanni, the notorious leader of the infamous familia known only by its code-name as "Rocket."
"Bag him, and ship him to Veilstone, Sinnoh."
"...but sir!"
"Do it!"
"Yes, sir."
Giovanni was placed in a black body bag, no more than six feet long, and the officers carried him downstairs. Not wishing to alert anyone, the Kanto police officers took the express elevator to the bottom of the towering Silph Co. high rise. Approached with questions from the lobby staff, the officers erroneously explained what had happened, of course lying. Everyone needs a cover story.
That morning, the body was taken to the middle of Viridian Forest, from whence the finely carved desks in Giovanni's office came, and he was secretly air-lifted to Veilstone City, located in the mysterious Sinnoh region.
The officer, nervously unlocking his PokéGear, dialed a number in the distant Kalos region, waiting for an answer. As expected, there was an answer, but the voice on the other line unsettled the officer greatly.
"Bonjour?"
"Oh, oh my god... You! How did you...?"
"How did I what, my dear little constable?"
A man, garbed in a vogue, white suit sat in front of the Café Soleil in Lumiose City, waiting for the constable's call. Sipping his tea, he chuckled, as the obviously confused police officer stumbled on his words.
"You...you..."
"Silence, you imbecile; you will cease this nonsense at once. Is Giovanni in Veilstone?"
"He is being transported as we speak..."
"Excellent. And next time, fool, address me as sir."
"Yes, sir."
The man in the white suit shook his head, sipping his tea, and arose from the small, brown chair in which he sat. He slowly prowled over to the waste bin, and disposed of his garbage. He looked into the sky, and there loomed the majestic Prism Tower.
"What an industrial eyesore," he nonchalantly stated, forgetting that he was still on the line with the officer.
"Sir...Sir...Sir?"
He closed his Holo Caster with no further thought and caught the next taxi. Climbing into the back seat, he became slightly cynical at even his own idea; it required further deliberation.
"To the Prism Tower, immediately! You know, the Lumiose Gym?"
They departed from Vernal Avenue.
Reluctantly opening a drawer, he reached in, grabbing a small revolver. He returned to his original position beside the window. After careful deliberation, he placed the revolver to his temple. Suddenly, all went black. An ominous silence filled the room...
No one neither knew why he did it, nor who he was. All they knew is that he was obviously troubled. The constable entered the room, clothed in a deep navy uniform and he approached the cadaver. Turning the corpse over, he shrieked. The constable stared into the body's eyes, dilated, and stood in disbelief. It was Giovanni, the notorious leader of the infamous familia known only by its code-name as "Rocket."
"Bag him, and ship him to Veilstone, Sinnoh."
"...but sir!"
"Do it!"
"Yes, sir."
Giovanni was placed in a black body bag, no more than six feet long, and the officers carried him downstairs. Not wishing to alert anyone, the Kanto police officers took the express elevator to the bottom of the towering Silph Co. high rise. Approached with questions from the lobby staff, the officers erroneously explained what had happened, of course lying. Everyone needs a cover story.
That morning, the body was taken to the middle of Viridian Forest, from whence the finely carved desks in Giovanni's office came, and he was secretly air-lifted to Veilstone City, located in the mysterious Sinnoh region.
The officer, nervously unlocking his PokéGear, dialed a number in the distant Kalos region, waiting for an answer. As expected, there was an answer, but the voice on the other line unsettled the officer greatly.
"Bonjour?"
"Oh, oh my god... You! How did you...?"
"How did I what, my dear little constable?"
A man, garbed in a vogue, white suit sat in front of the Café Soleil in Lumiose City, waiting for the constable's call. Sipping his tea, he chuckled, as the obviously confused police officer stumbled on his words.
"You...you..."
"Silence, you imbecile; you will cease this nonsense at once. Is Giovanni in Veilstone?"
"He is being transported as we speak..."
"Excellent. And next time, fool, address me as sir."
"Yes, sir."
The man in the white suit shook his head, sipping his tea, and arose from the small, brown chair in which he sat. He slowly prowled over to the waste bin, and disposed of his garbage. He looked into the sky, and there loomed the majestic Prism Tower.
"What an industrial eyesore," he nonchalantly stated, forgetting that he was still on the line with the officer.
"Sir...Sir...Sir?"
He closed his Holo Caster with no further thought and caught the next taxi. Climbing into the back seat, he became slightly cynical at even his own idea; it required further deliberation.
"To the Prism Tower, immediately! You know, the Lumiose Gym?"
They departed from Vernal Avenue.