Eventually, an Officer Jenny stationed in Viridian City, drove past the scene on her motorbike, pulling over to see what the commotion was about. Antoshi was still too stunned by his loss, so curious bystanders filled in Jenny on the details. Jenny became upset, and a bit agitated. She knew it was the work of the criminal organization known as Team Rocket. After many years of silence from the gang due to their breakup decades ago, and the eventual passing of their former leader Giovanni, Team Rocket reformed and returned to their predecessor's modus operandi in stealing and selling Pokémon from unsuspecting trainers. Jenny had been chomping at the bit to arrest any individuals associated with Team Rocket, but all she'd gotten was narrow escapes from suspects and dead-ends. She felt she could kill two birds with one stone by helping return the trainer's Pokémon as well as subduing a Team Rocket cell.
"Hey," Jenny softly spoke up as she placed a hand on Antoshi's shoulder. He looked up and saw a warm smile on her face in stark contrast to his disheartened expression. "Are you all right?" He slowly shook his head in disagreement. Jenny just nodded, fully aware of how he felt as she'd seen it before.
"I'd like for you to come to the station with me and tell me what happened," she explained. "I want to help you reunite with your Pokémon, okay?" The boy seemed to perk up a little at the thought of getting his Pokémon back, and nodded. She got back on her motorbike, motioning for him to sit behind her.
"Hold on tight!" she exclaimed just before revving the bike up and speeding away. As Antoshi held onto Officer Jenny, he stared blankly at the scenery of the city as they blazed past. He was unfazed by the seemingly reckless speed and driving of Officer Jenny, weaving in and out of slower moving cars all in an effort to get back to the station as quickly as possible. All Antoshi could think about was his best friend, and where he was at that moment.
It took mere moments for Jenny to get back to the station, parking her motorbike out front and hopping off with Antoshi in tow. The two entered a relatively small police station with only half a dozen other police officers inside. Jenny led Antoshi into her own office, sitting him down in front of her desk while she briefly exited the room. He sighed heavily, idly looking over the desk, seeing her personal effects and various knick-knacks along with a computer. The thought of his best friend being lost was inescapable. He wondered if Jenny could really get Fireball back, or if it was a lost cause. Jenny then returned to the office, closing the door behind her before handing the boy a cup of coffee, placing her own cup on the desk as she sat behind it. He was not interested in coffee, gently placing the cup on the desk as he stared blankly at the ground. Jenny felt badly. She wanted to get him his Pokémon back, but at the same time, wanted to apprehend the criminals responsible even more.
"Why don't we just start from the beginning?" Jenny spoke up, breaking the silence. He looked up at her, causing her to see the sorrow in his brown eyes, making her empathize with him. She took out a piece of paper and a pen from her desk, preparing to write on it. "So, take me through the events."
"It all just kind of... happened so quickly," he muttered. "One minute we were talking, the next minute, Fireball went crazy, starting running away from me and down an alley. I don't know what he was chasing, but he was so determined to get to it. He ran through an alley and by the time I got there, he was... gone." Jenny wrote down most of what he said while Antoshi shifted his glance to the floor again, feeling his desperation all over again as he relived the moment in time.
"Did you happen to see what the person looked like?" Jenny asked, continuing to write on the paper.
"Person?" Antoshi asked. "I don't... know. I didn't see anyone."
"The people on the street told me your Typhlosion chased a young man down the alleyway," Jenny explained. "Nobody gave me a solid description, since they were terrified of the Pokémon charging at them." Antoshi couldn't help but let out a brief chuckle, as it seemed like something Fireball would naturally get himself into. His expression turned serious when he began to put the puzzle together in his mind.
'It's him!' he remembered Fireball shouting. 'Get back here!' he recalled him shout as well.
"It might have been him..." Antoshi muttered to himself.
"Him who?" Jenny asked, looking up at the boy with interest. Suddenly, Antoshi's expression turned to shock, gasping loudly. "What?" Jenny asked, concerned. "What is it? Did you remember something?"
"Fireball!" the boy exclaimed, jumping out of his seat and charging out of the office. Jenny quickly gave chase, wondering where he was running off to.
"Wait!" she called out. "I'm not finished with the questions!" Antoshi ignored her, rushing out of the police station, after attracting the attention of all the other officers within.
"It's okay," Jenny reassured them as she followed Antoshi outside. The boy stood there on the sidewalk, looking around as though he were searching for something in the street. "What happened?" Jenny asked.
"I... I saw him," Antoshi said in disbelief.
"Who?"
"Fireball!" he replied. "I can't explain it, but he's here somewhere, he's..." he trailed off, his eyes seemed to focus themselves on a red convertible driving by him and Jenny. "There!" Antoshi shouted. "Fireball!" he yelled as he gave chase to the car, recklessly running into the street, causing cars behind him to screech to a sudden halt.
"Wait!" Jenny shouted at the top of her lungs, fearing for the boy's safety. She wasted no time in requisitioning her motorbike and giving chase.
The two people in the car, a young man and woman, had annoyed expressions on their faces.
"Shut that Typhlosion up already!" the girl said from behind the wheel, hearing Antoshi shouting at them. The young man, turned and growled, pounding on the trunk.
"Be quiet in there!" he shouted. Fireball roared loudly from the trunk, being bound and gagged, but that didn't stop him from thrashing and yelling as much as he could.
"I'm coming, Fireball!" Antoshi shouted, catching the young man's attention in the car. He and Antoshi exchanged glances, both of them gasping. Antoshi quickly realized it was Matt, the same young man who stole his wallet and badges. Now, he had stolen his best friend, and Antoshi became furious.
"Step on it!" Matt shouted to his accomplice in the driver's seat. She nodded and pushed the gas down to the floor, the car speeding off, swerving around other cars in its path to keep its speed up.
"No!" Antoshi shouted. "Fireball!" he called out, somehow able to see a glowing outline of his friend in the trunk as he struggled with all his might. "I can't lose you! Not again!" Antoshi pushed himself to the limits of how fast he could run, but it wasn't enough, their car slowly disappearing from sight. Antoshi gave a loud cry of desperation, suddenly leaving his feet and taking to the air, his body hovering over the ground as he sped toward the car. Antoshi gasped in shock, flailing in the air, only to quickly realize he wasn't falling; he was flying. His jaw hung open in disbelief, unknowingly drifting into the oncoming lane of traffic. A truck blared its horn loudly, catching the boy's attention, causing him to swiftly avoid the vehicle with a cry of surprise, but it wasn't nearly as surprised as the trucker's face, realizing he had almost run into a boy flying through the air.
Jenny gasped as he looked in the distance, seeing Antoshi flying. The boy became a spectacle for people on the street, whether on foot or in a car, they watched in shock as he flew by them.
"Are they filming a movie?" someone on the sidewalk asked.
"This is getting too strange for me," Jenny muttered to herself as she accelerated to try to catch up. The young woman in the convertible looked in her side view mirror, gasping loudly at what she saw.
"What is it, Naomi?" Matt asked. He saw her endlessly gazing in the mirror with a shocked expression. He turned around and yelled in disbelief when he saw Antoshi catching up with them -- in mid-air. "Wh-what the hell is this kid?!"
"I don't care!" Naomi shouted at him. "Just off him!" Matt growled, reaching into the glove compartment and pulling out a handgun which he quickly cocked. He stood up on the seat of the car and took aim at Antoshi.
"You're not going to stop our plans!" Matt shouted at him. "Especially not after you're dead!" Antoshi panicked at the sight of the gun being pointed at him, and suddenly time slowed down considerably for him. He panted fearfully as Matt slowly pulled the trigger, the bullet leaving the barrel slow enough for him to see it and therefore dodge accordingly.
"What the hell?!" Matt yelled as Antoshi's position shifted in the blink of an eye, dodging the bullets time and time again.
"Kill him!" Naomi screamed at Matt.
"I'm trying!" Matt screamed back. "He's too fast!"
"If you don't kill him, the boss is going to kill us for letting him down after we told him we were bringing a Typhlosion to him!" Matt growled in frustration, chucking the gun at Antoshi, only to have him dodge that as well.
"Fireball!" Antoshi exclaimed as he neared the car and grabbed onto the trunk. Fireball gasped in surprise, hearing a voice he never expected to hear ever again.
"An-o-fee!" he shouted with a cloth tied over his mouth, excited about being reunited with his friend. Antoshi laughed, overjoyed to hear his friend respond, still able to see him through the shell of the car.
"Damn it!" Naomi shouted. "Get him off!"
"Hey!" Matt shouted to the younger boy. Antoshi looked up, immediately giving Matt an angered look as their eyes met. He gasped as Matt swung a punch at him, Antoshi avoided by shifting to the other side of the car, grabbing onto Naomi's seat and inadvertently grabbing her long, brown hair. She shrieked in surprise, not expecting him to grab her, panicking as she took her hands off the wheel to pry him off.
"Let go of me!" she angrily demanded.
"Sorry!" Antoshi replied, grabbing onto the trunk again.
"Hey, look out!" Matt screamed, realizing they were swerving off the road. Naomi grabbed the wheel, but it was too late, the three of them screaming in terror as they crashed into a light pole.