Taken (PokeshippingV. Part 6)

I'm tired. Frustrated. And sick and tired of all this bull crap. I said to myself when the plane landed in Italy. My heart was still pounding from yesterday... I was in a new 
place, new emotions, new organization I need to deal with... How much tiring can my life get?
I heard my phone ringing as I got off the plane and into the airport. I grabbed it out of my pocket and looked at the number. Ugh... Again!?
I took another look at the number then slowly pressed the 'answer' button.
"Yes?"
"Satoshi wa, honsha ni shutoku suru hitsuyō ga arimasu. Imasugu. (Ash, you need to get to headquarters. NOW.)"
"Īe watashi no yūjin ga ketsuraku shite iru, to karera ga hakken shite iru made, watashi wa nokori no tsumori wa nai yo. Anata wa watashi no sentaku ga kiniiranai baai, anata wa sore ni taisho shinakereba naranai tsumorida. (No. My friends are missing, and I'm not gonna rest till they're found. If you don't like my choice, you're gonna have to deal with it.)" 
"... Anata ga hontōni anata no yūjin o kidzukau, ha~akka? (You really care about your friends, huh?)"
"Hai. (Yes.)" 
"Saki ni iku... Anata ga hontōni son'nani sorera ga ki ni narunara,-ji ni susunde kudasai. Watashi wa anata no jama o shimasen... (...Go ahead... If you really care about your friends that much, then go. I won't stand in your way...)"
"*Smiles* Hai, sensei. (Yes, sir.)"
"Ima sugu anata no bakku pakku ni mieru. Watashi wa anata ga hitsuyō to suru kamo shirenai soko ni nanika o oku. (Now look in your backpack. I put something in there that you might need.)"
I took my bag off of my back and sat it down on the bench I was sitting on. I slowly unzipped it. I was shocked at what he had given me.
"Kōtetsu-shi wa, naze anata wa kore o yatte iru ka? (M-Mr. Kōtetsu, why are you doing this?)" 
"Anata wa sore o hitsuyō to surudeshou. Anata ga anzen ni taizai suru koto ga dekimasunode, watashi wa anata ni sore o ataete iru. Anata wa tonikaku jibun no besutoējentodesu... (You'll need it. I'm giving it to you so you can stay safe, you are my best agent anyway...)"
"Kōtetsu... *smiles*... Kansha... (Kōtetsu... Thanks...)"
"Ima, watashi wa iku hitsuyō ga aru... Satoshi no sewa o suru. (Now I need to go... Take care, Ash.)" 
"Anata mo. (You too.)"
As I hung up, I kept staring at his gift. Man, I've ALWAYS wanted this. I can't believe he actually gave this to me. 
I slowly grasped onto it, and held it up. Finally.

Kōtetsu's switchblade. A fine blade that can cut through almost anything. He used it when he didn't have his gun with him. Although he had his gun most of the time, I'd see him slashing up our practice course with it. It's time to test this badass blade. 
I've always wanted to do this. 
I put the blade in my bag and took a taxi to the police department.

I showed them my ID so they knew I was apart of the JFTT Program. I then made my way to the practice course. Some policemen were staring at me as I brought out my new switchblade and aimed it towards the 2 inch board. The police were practicing too, but they stopped to take a good look at me then whispering 'Who the hell is this kid?'
I glared at them and smirked. I pulled my blade back into a chopping position and took a deep breath in. I then swung it forward. I sliced it with ease. 
"Rethink about what you just said." I said to the shocked Italian policemen
"And don't even try to act like you don't understand English, because I heard you. I'm a higher ranking SWAT, so don't talk sh*t." I said sternly. 
I was still angry about this whole thing that happened; I had to let it out on somebody.
 They looked at me then looked towards their targets. So I left. That's all I wanted to do...
I walked out of the police department feeling just a little more independent. I actually told off two policemen and left. That's NEVER happened before... At least I can stand my ground... I thought to myself. 
I walked down the street and looked for the hotel Dawn and Misty were in. 
Yes! Found it!
I looked at the tall building and ran inside. No one knew anything about the kidnapping. So I would be the first one to walk into their room after all this happened. 
As I made my way to their room, I noticed that the handle on the door was broken. 
"Hmm... They broke in. I'm surprised no one noticed this..."
I opened the broken door to see a complete mess. Chairs were flipped, the windows were broken, just a freaking disaster. 
I brought out my recorder and played it. I listened to every detail that she said. I walked into the office that Misty was in and paused the recording. I looked out the window and imagined what had happened. I then played the recording again and went to the bedroom that Misty ran into. I went under the bed and kept playing the recording. I got out from under the bed and looked around. I saw the broken mirror. I collected hair samples in the broken pieces of the mirror. I tried looking for anything I could take, I looked everywhere. I looked on the ground and found something that made me hurt inside. Misty's necklace and her phone. I slowly grabbed both items just taking a good look at them. I opened up her phone and pulled her SIM card out of the phone. I took one last look at the topaz sea star necklace then put it in my pocket. I sighed at the thought of never seeing them again. Misty... Dawn... Where are you?
I had to think happy thoughts. That's the only way I would be able to find them. 
I walked to the lobby and asked for a room. I needed to stay here in order to find more evidence. But before I even got into my room, I called Brock. 
"Yes?"
"Brock, I need you to do something else for me, I need you to find out who this belongs to." 
"What is it?"
"A hair sample..."
"Okay, send it to me. Just go to the Pokemon Center and send it. I'll get in less than a day.."
"Okay."
I did exactly what he said; like always...
So after that, I made my way back to the hotel. Trying to figure out what to do in my mind. Maybe I could track this guy down personally. No. That would be a little hard. Or maybe I could go to the Team Rocket headquarters itself. UGH... WHAT DO I DO???
As this horrible truth sunk into me, I realized that I still had Misty's SIM card from her phone. I got it out and just looked at it. Maybe I can look through her pictures on here to find something...
When I got back to the hotel, I got out my laptop and slipped the SIM card inside. I clicked on the picture gallery and just looked at them. One by one. They were normal; nothing to worry about. I thought I was wasting my time. ... Misty looks nice in that picture... I said to myself as I stared at a picture of Dawn and Misty. Wait, if neither of them were holding the phone, then who took the picture? I tried to look for any reflections. Luckily, I found one. 
I zoomed in really close, then refreshed it. 
A young adult, maybe under 25. He was holding Misty's phone. I really hope this is who we're looking for. I looked at it again, trying to focus on his face. Blonde hair, blue eyes, collared shirt, almost looks Italian...
I kept staring, trying to remember every detail of his face. Saving every single detail in my mind. I tried to picture him picking up girls then taking them later. I just couldn't imagine it though...
He wasn't one of the people in the recording. He just wasn't. He looked too young to have a deep voice like that. And he must know English if Misty and Dawn asked if he could take their picture. Maybe he's the 'Nikko' guy that keeps being mentioned in that conversation on the tape. 
"Well, Pikachu... Looks like we're going to the airport tomorrow to see if this guy is there. If he is, then I KNOW he's apart of this..." I said to my Electric Mouse as he stared at the picture with me...

(MUST READ. I won't be finished with part 7 for a LONG while... I won't have a computer which means I'll be trying to use my tablet for posting. Sorry for the inconvenience. IT'S MY MOM'S FAULT FOR LOSING HER COMPUTER.)