On the outskirts of Nimbasa City, in a barren stretch of rocky desert.
Vroom!!
Engines roared incessantly as a group of International Police officers dressed in black rode their motorcycles off in every direction.
Each carried a top-of-the-line Communicator, ready to close the net and surround the enemy the moment anyone spotted them.
"Have you contacted them?"
Dressed in a black suit, Anabel stood with an imposing air atop a cliff. The cold wind blowing through the desolate landscape only deepened her chill.
If anyone from the Hoenn Region's Battle Frontier had seen Anabel at that moment, they would probably have struggled to connect her with the gentle Battle Tycoon they knew.
Even if the two looked exactly alike, their demeanors were worlds apart.
"Yes, I've already contacted them."
Looker nodded, his brown trench coat flapping in the wind.
Silence descended over the rocky desert once more,
Or at least, it should have,
Yet,
An aurora suddenly appeared on the horizon. At the same time, a sword of light that seemed to span heaven and earth slashed across the sky.
Then came,
A terrifying explosion, and crimson flames surged skyward.
In an instant, the entire sky was stained blood-red,
With only a crimson crescent moon shining over it all.
"What is that?!!"
Anabel's eyes narrowed, and her breath abruptly caught.
It was not what had happened in the sky that shocked her, but what it meant!
There was no doubt!
She—no, the entire International Police organization—had been made fools of. They had nearly let Team Plasma and Hunter J complete their deal brazenly right over their heads, then leisurely withdraw...
"Team Plasma... Hunter J..."
Anabel's expression turned ugly. What was utter humiliation? This was!
What was blatant contempt? This was!
She took a deep breath, then suddenly began to laugh.