It was a new day in Saffron City. Uri was at a local cafe having breakfast. With his cup of tea, and his pastry on the table, he say sideways on his chair with the day's paper covering his face. It wasn't really news anymore to find an article about a bust from an underground Pokemon ring, or that someone has died because of it. Still, Uri went ahead and read the articles. Given that he was a journalist, something about that made him read through the seemingly familiar articles. Besides, he's written articles on these things before as well. The newspaper did good to shield Uri's face. Not that he intentionally did that, but it was smart given that for the past few months, he would look over his shoulder every so often as he was a wanted man. Not wanted by the police, but by Team Rocket. He has been a thorn in Team Rocket's empire to exploit Pokemon for monetary gain, and Uri along with some other people has taken down two underground facilities. Although the chase isn't as hot as it was before, when he would face daily threats from Team Rocket, he feels that they're trying to get him to relax so he's vulnerable when they decide to strike. But, Uri always seems to be on red alert.
Uri folds the newspaper back to the way it was when he picked it up, and places it under his arm. He goes over to the counter where he pays for his breakfast, and goes on his way.