From: Arcangel (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Subject: [PW!] Well, i guess that someday i'd have to finish this...
Varait followed the Rocket inside Game Corner. Moving through the rabid
gamblers, they came to a poster. The Rocket messed with it a bit, but
nothing happened. "Er, gimme a sec...nothing's happening..." Varait moved
past the Rocket to another poster, flicking the switch behind it. "How did
you....?" the Rocket began. "Relax kid, there was bound to be what you were
looking for behind one of these many posters. Besides, we're not in a game-
it's not always the first one you come to." The Rocket sweatdropped. "Uh,
yeah, i guess...."
The Rocket strode purposefully ahead of Varait, tripping occasionally
over his feet and anything uneven on the floor. Eventually, the stairs ended
in a large room, with Rockets milling everywhere. The guiding Rocket led
Varait to a lift concealed in a Corner. Pushing the button, they waited.
Eventually, Varait spoke. "Aren't you supposed to have a KEY to get in the
lift?" The Rocket sweatdropped. "How the heck do you know all this stuff?"
"Well," mused Varait, "i've worked for enough underground groups to know the
basics of base design. All it needs now is a leader in a sharp black suit
with a rose in a buttonhole, who disappears in a blinding flash..." The
Rocket tried to hide his face. "Uh, yeah, but we're not that corny...."
Eventually, after 10 minutes, the Rocket remembered about the key.
Getting out a card, he swiped it in a card reader.
Varait nudged him.
"Try your ID card, not your credit card."
Finally, after being around this clumsy inept Rocket for a good hour,
Varait finally came to the boss's office. The two men strode in, Varait
relieved that he may be finally getting rid of this idiot."Ah, Varait, i've
been waiting a while...."
"Well, next time, send an EXPERIENCED member of Team Rocket to pick me up."
The Rocket went red, before collapsing to the floor after tripping on his
shoelaces. Giovanni sweatdropped. "He's....new. We hoped you could maybe do
something with him while you were on the mission, train him a little.
"Speaking of which...." he threw a folder across the desk. "Your target.
This man owns something of mine...an Alakazam called Kinetech. The woman
is...not. She/it is a Ditto, once again tampered with by those scientific
fools at Silph. Catch her and her pokémon. The man....do what you must. The
Ditto....she/it MUST be taken alive. Got that?"
"Understood. Do i REALLY have to take this fool with me?" Varait gestured to
the Rocket, who dodged his hand only to trip again. "Well, he needs all the
training he can get. And besides, it always helps to forge new
PS, anyone wanna meet with Sartak and Milia on the SS Anne? I've kinda got
that writer's block dropped on my desk again...
Arc. The writer of Sartak, Milia and Varait. And also some Rocket...no-one