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After a few click-clicks here and some more tap-taps there, Willamina blinked. "The phrase is obscure, but I managed to get some close match." she replied.

Cetus waited expectantly. When Willamina didn't answer immediately, she inquired, "So?"

"It's an autobiography located on floor three, aisle eight." She looked to Cetus and could easily read her humphed expression: "You've got to be kidding me."

"It's your choice not to believe me, but it's located in that very location." Willamina added. "It's tilted Wilted by Jonathan Rose. Consider it, at least."

Willamina's hand was stiff and hesitant as she reached towards the small, bundled cloth. She was unsure what to think of this "gift." Who knows, what if it was a well concealed bomb? Truth -- the size was discredited her suspicion -- but she was, Cetus, part of Team Galactic. Their technology was unknown, which meant they possibly had the genius to make a bomb as small as an infant's forefinger. When the tips of her fingers touched upon the cloth, she let out an small, exasperated sigh when it didn't suddenly burn into flame under her lightly applied pressure. Even better, the item beneath felt round, hard, and surprisingly smooth. Upon further inspection (in other words, bringing the handkerchief up and dumping out the contents), Willamina discovered it was a white gold ring with a large, smooth jewel of chartreuse green embedded upon the front.

Almost gasping, Willamina stared wide-eyed at the very generous token granted to her. "The Jade Moon . . . " she muttered under her breath, than suddenly scooped the accessory up and skirted off to the back room from whence she came.

Cetus had gave Willamina hell during their last heist, where they indeed resorted to every physical and emotional attempt to fight for the large gem. Her opponent had obviously sought it for monetary value, but Willamina was attracted to it because of its color. It was unlike any shade of jade green she'd ever beheld. To be gifted something she had wanted did, in the secret confines of the back library keep, make her smile. She still hated Shinju's guts, but that feeling fell from incredible hatred to a natural dislike in that one moment.

It was Thanih who found the water-bitten, paper bound book. It was pressed into the corner of a lower shelf, half-forgotten and absently wedged between a misplaced publication on Grass-type Pokemon and another documenting the life of one of the world's most influencing researchers: Professor Oak. His meaty fingers could not pry the thin tome out, so he whacked it a few times out of frustration with hopes it might rebound and poke out a bit to grant him grip. However, his rather violent actions only drove the book in deeper between the two. Thanih's anger was momentarily resolved when Cetus strode over, halted him by grabbing his shoulder, and fingered the book out herself.

Her dark teal eyes ran over the book. It looked thinner than the storybook about the so-called "Lorty," but Cetus wasn't going to refute the only clue to the message she had read before. She randomly flipped the book open and, surprisingly, there was a manilla envelope pressed between the pages of one-twenty-five and twenty-six. It look as weathered as the book, stained in the corner with what looked like the ring of a coffee soaked mug bottom and a few drips here or there of the aforementioned drink and ink. Scribbled in the center was the single name "Lorty" in twisty cursive. This would definitely point her in the right direction.

Before Cetus could even consider opening the faded flaxen sleeve, the blare of a siren was heard just outside the library. She panicked a bit, but than recalled her before phone call. Motterosa police were much quicker than Katarina officers, apparently. Than again, considering it was such a quiet town, the stationed fuzz in the area were willing to take on whatever calls they got -- truthful or otherwise. Did they even run her call to make sure it wasn't a dud? Whatever. Cetus just knew she had to herself out of there. Though she wasn't well known in the area, she was still registered into the worldwide Pokemon criminal database and was noted of being in the Zataon area. Considering that, there would likely be an officer who'd recognize her gorgeous face, so she had to split as soon as possible.

Cetus pressed her hand flatly to the transparent door, shifting it open, than slid her fingers around the edge to hold it open. Thanih hobbled out, the end of his bone club making a hollow thump each time he stabbed it into the ground. As soon as the shiny Pokemon exited the premises, Cetus focused her gaze on the police car she had heard before. It was but one vehicle to investigate her claim. Considering her call, it was no surprise they only saw it as a dud. Her conversation wasn't even careful; she simply relayed the message in two breaths and clicked her phone shut. But still, the cops took her word and sent over a rather gangly looking fella over to investigate the mundane glasses girl in the library.

The boy, whose hair unfurled like an explosion on top his head, was colored a distinct maroon. His police cap more or less floated on top of his noggin than rested upon it. Hell, even the officer's face was upturned in an awkward, geeky manner that reminded her of that killed cop back at the Burgess estate. What was his name again? Pimple . . . or something like that. The boy was approaching her, but his attention was more directed towards the door she stood before than well, herself. Still, she couldn't deny that the boy probably took his job seriously and would likely recognize her face.

Cetus slid the book from under her pit, flipped over to a random page, and stuffed her identity into the Times New Roman font of Jonathan Rose's, "Wilted." The close proximity of the words prevented her from actually reading the text and actually looking busy, but it surely helped hide her panicked expression. She walked onwards, leaving Thanih in her dust, as she tried to flee the cop that suddenly walked passed her without consideration. Ah, good, good.

Cetus's foot barely grazed the edge of the library's first step before it suddenly became drenched in the downpour of the earlier grey clouds. She reflexively withdrew her foot, removed the book from her face, and stared upwards in frustration. Damn, she had forgotten about the rain! Thankfully, she was sheltered under the raised stone awning of the library supported by four Grecian pillars. Unfortunately, it was the only area she could thread under to remain dry. So much for the plan of going to the library to wait out the rain . . .

Thanih walked until he stood beside her, glancing his yellowed gaze up towards her face than over his shoulder to the library. His eyes than refocused on her once again and she returned his gaze. "Maro," he said, shifting his head to the library, and she replied with a small shake of her head.

"Y'know I can't go back in there," Cetus replied than sighed. "I set that girl up. If I return, she'll have my head."

"Marowak." Thanih's eyes fell towards the rain.

" . . . And I'm not willing to let either of us get soaked by the rain." Cetus obviously had her reasons (her hair frizzes when its wet!), but she was indeed concerned for Thanih's well-being. Considering he was a Ground-type with a few years on his shoulders, the rain would do more harm than good. What could she do? Cetus felt trapped on a perpetual island unable to cross the sea due to a storm or thread back to shelter because it was guarded by a rapid and soon to be subdued lioness. All she had to do now, in that moment, was think of her predicament and find a damn way out . . .

An sudden intense scream followed by a smash of something glass or porcelain forced Cetus to grapple her Marowak under her arm, march out into the rain, grabbed the pocket sphere from under the cop car, and storm off to take shelter under a storefront awning a good length away. That before bellow and brash crash was likely Willamina putting up a fight. Obviously, she had been discovered and obviously, Cetus didn't want to be discovered by her as she was taken away into custody. By the time she found shelter under the navy shade, she was soaking wet and Thanih was wriggling like a Caterpie to be let down. Cetus placed him down gingerly and he, with a deep scowl sharpening his features, made a swing at her ankle again. She side-stepped his attempt and sighed. He got angry quicker than she did.

A glass door from the Motterosa library suddenly swung open violently and the purple, puff-haired fella from before was struggling to lead Willamina out. She kicked, squealed, and spouted more derogatory terms than a hot-mouthed sailor as the officer pushed her along. Most of the expletives were aimed well at Cetus herself and the miffed expression of murder and stripping off various parts of skin were the most popular choices for the Rocket grunt to scream out. A single drop of rain dripped from Cetus soaked hair and before her eyes as she watched Willamina be led along and make a head first dive into the vehicle's back. Actually, it appeared as though the officer had pushed the lass in having lost patience with her constant struggles and shouts. The police cop than took the wheel, floored the car, and made off down the half-plaza with the sirens whirring as it passed. Cetus lips pursed, her hands balled into tight fists, than she turned and walked off, following the shadow of the overhead store marquee. Thanih, the loyal follower he was, staggered after her steps.

"Um, ma'am?" the waitress croaked and was slightly taken aback by the jagged gaze she received from under a mush of hair liked soaked seaweed. "Ma'am, may I take your o-order?"

"Tea. Two creams, three spoons sugar." Cetus replied promptly, than fixed her gaze back upon her book. It was a moment before she turned back to the waitress and asked, "Do you serve alcohol?"

"I, um, yes, we do." she said behind her notepad, scribbling down "tea" is almost too perfect cursive.

"Include a shot of brandy in it too." Cetus added come the reply.

Cetus continued to think, but couldn't deny the waitress still standing perfectly still in her periphery. The damn teen reminded her of the Jynx from the library. Thankfully, this gal wasn't as frightening to look at.

"What is it?" she asked, voice low, trying not to sound too annoyed.

"A-And your Marowak?" the server asked and pointed the tip of her pen to the Pokemon who was looking off into the distance.

"Radish . . . " Cetus muttered audibly, than nodded her head. "Just get him a radish."

"A radish . . . um, okay." the server misspelled the awkward vegetable on her notepad, clicked the pen off, and swiftly turned on her heel. Cetus watched her bounce off, twisting a lip up at the brunette's twin tails that jumped with the girl's movements. Wasn't she a little too old to be wearing such a childish hairstyle?

By the time she finished reading the letter, the shaky waitress had returned with her tea and Thanih's funny root vegetable. She ignored her order as she studied the note time and time again, but found herself unable to concentrate as her Ground-type took crunching bites from his radish. Neatly folding the note in half and half again, Cetus slipped it into the novel and turned her hand towards her tea. She brought it up towards her lips and sipped, enjoying and savoring the sweet and delightfully bitter taste of the brandy mixed tea.

Why did this always happen to her? Just when the Galactic grunt thought she had received another lead, a steel wall obstructed her path and prevented her from continuing on. Oh great. The park was not far. Though she didn't frequent Motterosa as often as Katarina, she was aware of certain major locations in the quiet suburbia. The park just so happened to be one of them. Motterosa's park was a direct triumph of Mother Nature's elegance in comparison to Katarina's. The big city's park was overrun with trash, thanks to the carelessness of its inhabitants and their constant hustle-bustle. Motterosa's park reflected its greenery like a golden badge which it most certainly deserved for its well-being.

Unfortunately, the park also had an overflowing plethora of trees. Its rolling verdent hills and shallow grassy fields made trees capable of growing in any section of the land. This also made it popular for forest and field Pokemon to romp and roll around. Truly, the park could be considered a second Safari Zone. However, attacking this problem certainly made Cetus think. How could she do this? Even if she released all her Pokemon to start up a roundabout study of all the trees, it'd take days. She didn't have that kind of time! Shinju was just about prepared to throw off the hunt completely, but the thrill to search, find, and discover was still there. Honestly, this was the most fun she's had in ages. What could she do?

"I can't tell you, um, much." her waitress said, blinking. "I just read a lot of his storybooks as a kid . . . never did any research on him or whatever. By the way, my name is Dottie."

Did she also cross her Ts? Shinju's blank expression could only mean she didn't care. "So, Dottie," she said with a small smile. She couldn't deny that her waitress's name reminded her of a Betty Boop cartoon. "What about his stories? What were they mainly about?"

"Ummm, mostly about Pokemon going on adventures and stuff." Dottie replied. "My favorite one was about a very curious Aipom, hehe. I think his name was George?"

Cetus tried to look considerate for a moment, putting two and fish together. "Did he write a story about a Chikorita?" she asked but only obtained a shift of the waiter's shoulder in reply.

"I'm not sure." she replied. "He's wrote a ton of books with all types of Pokemon as main characters. I wouldn't be surprised if he did. He owned a Chikorita, after all."

Cetus blinked. Well, this was certainly interesting. "Do you happen to knew its name?"

"I think it was Lorty?"

Cetus nearly snapped her fingers. Great, just the lead she needed. "Dottie, mind bringing me a second serving of tea?" she asked and pushed her teacup to the edge of her table. "I've got some reading to do."

Thanih blinked. There was a hint of jubilation in her tone.

"Oh, and another radish for Thanih."

Dottie nodded and bounced off, completing forgetting Cetus's cup as she turned.