Catching Climate Criminals by Surprise

I'm a rare prosecutor with a backbone, going after the rich and corrupt who knowingly and openly plotted to destroy the world with climate crime. The temperatures are rising and the wildlife is dying, and those mafia oligarchs continue shattering CO2 records. I'm gonna fight em.

“Heheheh! You'll never take us alive prosecutor!” chucked Glorbinski, whilst puffing his cigar. He sat atop a monstrosity of a machine that was actively destroying the rainforest and spitting out tons of pollution. He danced and gloated. The prosecutor was livid!

“I’ll get you someday!” yelled Bennie the Prosecutor. A decade passed by with nothing happening. Glorbinski thought he’d gotten off scot free. But finally, on April 17, 2064, Bennie snuck up behind Glorby and

threw him a surprise party. “Told you I’d get you!” Bennie exclaimed. “Who are you?” Glorby asked, “I don’t recall seeing you anywhere.” “It’s me, Bennie!” he waved his arms, “You know, the legendary Prosti- I forgot.”

Everyone wondered who Bennie was. Scot Free was convinced he was a member of Prostigmata, a suborder of mites, but the guy was way too big to be a mite. Glorby wondered if he was Prostigmine, a cure for urinary retention, but Bennie said he'd a shy bladder. No one guessed he was