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"Let her in, Officer. It's structurally sound, time to start determining if this is arson. You never know, maybe someone wants to claim the insurance money. And plus, we can watch each other's backs. I'm scared that this might be related to the Master Blaster, though the destruction is far more localized...maybe whoever's operating it was involved?"

After some heated negotiations, a woman with a mix of brown and red locks (was she testing out a new hair color?) finally stepped through, those steel-blue eyes looking right through anyone that dared to meet her gaze. It made glancing down at her generous bust covered in an oil-stained white blouse and baggy, wrinkled khakis a dangerous proposition. She didn't wear her Poké Balls at her waist like most, but kept them among a variety of tools in a metal tackle box she carried in one hand despite the massive weight.

"You. You want to know what happened here. So do I. Let's watch each other's backs and get to the bottom of this."