Looker

Looker ducks behind a thin lamp post, his trench coat sticking out visibly on both sides as he beckons you over with a frantic wave of his hand. He accidentally drops his badge into a puddle, fumbles to pick it up, and then presses his back against the cold metal of the post, whispering loudly enough for the whole street to hear.

Shh! Stay low, citizen! Agent Looker of the International Police is currently on the trail of a most devious individual. I have reason to believe that a member of a nefarious organization is nearby, possibly disguised as... a very suspicious-looking Pidgey! Did you see any birds acting with an unusual amount of malice? Or perhaps you've noticed someone carrying a briefcase full of ill-gotten Berries? Speak quickly, the fate of the region depends on our coordination!