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Aberdeen & Morgan
Slowpoke Well Base
The whole place was gray. Naturally, they were beneath the ground, in a base built into caves, but still. They could have painted the walls in colors to brighten the place up a bit, Aberdeen thought as he and Morgan split off from the others and went to carry out their specific orders from Bugsy. Strangely enough, the gym leader had taken the two aside before they left the pokémon center and talked to them in hushed tones, as if the others were not supposed to hear their details.
"What you need to find and retrieve, and it is very important that you do, this mission is just as crucial as finding any stolen pokémon, if not more - it is a golden feather. You'll know it when you see it. You must take it out of Team Rocket's hands."
"Why would a feather be important? What kind of bird could drop important feathers?" Aberdeen mumbled as he followed Morgan through a corridor, past some kind of recreation room where they glimpsed Christina and Melody in a chat with some real Rocket grunts.
"I have no idea, but whatever the reason, it's indeed important enough for a ragtag group such as this bunch to want to get their hands on it, and have the time and energy to extract it," Morgan replied, trying to get used to her head ware. She's not used on having her pigtails straightened out, and the unsettled uniform just made things much more uncomfortable for her.
"Yeah, but... Team Rocket aren't the smartest of villains, are they? I mean, they let us in here just because we wore their clothes, pretty much. Didn't even recognize Bugsy," Aberdeen pondered as they moved forward in their current corridor as fast as they dared without looking suspicious. "Maybe they don't even know what the feather is and Bugsy really wants to get it back before they figure it out!"
"If that's the case," Morgan replied, finally fed up with fiddling her hair. "Then there's even more to this mystery than Bugsy is letting on. However, for now, I suppose that we'll have to play along. Ugh, how do these guys wear such tight and dark outfits... who made the dress quota here -- they should be fired!"
"I think these clothes are kinda comfy. And you look nice in them!" Deen said with a smile, which then turned a bit confused. "Uh, I mean, they don't look bad on you. I mean, hmm. Yes, that was what I meant. I think?"
Morgan blushed, oddly as her face turned into disgust. "W-Whatever," Morgan said, flustered. "I guess they don't look terrible on you either. After all, something that the Meowth coughed up is a lot better than something a Houndoom passed. But the less time in this outfit, the better, I'll say."
Deen shook his head, but let out a laughter, just as they turned around the corner and found themselves staring up into the wide chest of a very, overall, wide Team Rocket grunt. He looked down at them with a face that was so scrunched up that it looked like it had been folded in the middle, and let out a 'huff' that clearly meant to ask them what they were up to, wandering around.
"Uh. Hello!" Deen said sheepishly, probably sounding nothing like even a Rocket rookie usually did.
Morgan gave the member a sharp look. "Well? What is it?" She asked impatiently. "Did you lose your ability to speak as well as your manners? Out of our way before you get transferred to the sticks!"
Aberdeen only barely managed to keep himself from gasping at his companion's words, and his eyes flashed from her to the grunt, who had now focused his narrow stare at the girl's gutsy figure.
Just when Deen thought that they would be literally carried out in his enormous hands, the grunt 'huffed' again with a shrug, and simply walked past them. The boy let out a huge breath he didn't realize that he had been holding for several seconds.
"Right..." he said, clearing his throat. "Gotta get down with the jargon. Good thinking."
"Hmph, I was serious," Morgan replied, crossing her arms. "If they're going to be members of a secret organization, they should do it properly."
"What would you know about secret organizations?" Deen asked teasingly.
"FYI, I happen to be the co-president of a club that resides in Lilycove City and a place called Goldenrod!" Morgan explained with a surprising sense of accomplishment. "I think I would know a thing or two!"
Deen blinked. "You are the leader of a secret club? What kind of club? And how did you get to become that?"
"If I tell you it wouldn't be a 'secret', wouldn't it?" Morgan said while chuckling to herself. "Do you doubt my supreme leadership ability?"
"Okay then, supreme leader. How are we going to find the vault or secret treasure spot of this secret organization?"
"It won't be easy," she explained. "It's ought to be a section where the security is tight. I'm not even sure that even normal grunts are allowed to go in, unless... they change shifts? I dunno, I said good at leading, but I'm not good with MAGIC? Unless you have any bright ideas?"
"Hmm, that sounds about right," Aberdeen pondered. "If it's very secret and they stole it, maybe they don't want every grunt to know about it, even. Maybe it's not even easy to find by just walking around this place. But we should probably start with that anyways. Just walking around, looking. Right? At least if Riley and Blaine have security under control - otherwise they might think it suspicious if they saw us moving around on their cameras."
"Tell me something," Morgan wondered as she suddenly stopped. "Do you really have so much faith in everyone?"
Aberdeen stopped too and raised his eyebrows, thinking about her question. "I don't... I'm not sure I know what you mean. Do you think Riley or Blaine would betray us?"
"I don't," she said, crossing her arms. "But what if they screw up and everything goes under? It's a lot of blind faith that we're putting up here. I just.. don't know your friends at all. Especially that guy.. what was his name? Vincent? How can we trust them?"
"Hm..." Deen's face darkened a bit and he looked down as they were still standing still inside the Rocket base. He didn't trust Vincent. Well, he didn't want to. But Christina did. And Melody clearly believed that he was a good person. And if those two, pure hearted girls, could think such a thing, then why shouldn't Aberdeen trust him too? Just because he was a jerk and an asshole didn't mean that he... He had to stop his own thoughts right there.
"You're right..." he said slowly. "They might screw up. And so might we. But if we all ran around here thinking that we'd fail or that someone would turn against us, we'd have zero chance of succeeding, right? Only way we can manage is to trust in each other."
He was sort of proud of his own words and even smiled at the end, but the smile didn't reach his eyes as he looked up and met Morgan's.
"What I mean is... We have to trust them now. Don't you trust me, Morgan?"
He even held out his open hand towards her, just like he had done with Christina once upon a time. It felt like ages ago now, but it was only a few days.
Morgan gave Aberdeen a calm and serious look as he gazed upon his extended hand. She then took a brief look at her own palm, before she glanced back at his, and finally gave it a light grip. She then chuckled.
"Alright fine, someone has to watch over this rag tag group of misfits anyway," she said with a sarcastic smile. "But, I don't really deal well with the mushy stuff. That's your job. Oh and by the way..." she then and turned away, with a more embarrassed expression.
"Don't let that guy get to you. If it was up to me, well... I'd rather hang out with a dork than a boring prodigy of sorts. W-whatever, you're more easy to make fun of anyway. Now come on, don't lag behind."
Aberdeen smiled warmly but then frowned as he hurried after her. "Dork? And he is not a prodigy!"
They spent what felt like hours walking through the underground corridors, but it was probably mere minutes. They tried to come across as as casual as possible and let Morgan and her sharp face get up front whenever they met inquisitive other grunts. But at last, Deen felt close to giving up.
He slumped against a random wall. "Were they even sure that there was a vault in here?" he asked. "Did we miss an elevator or something?"
Before Morgan could answer, they heard a loud ringing from somewhere ahead.
"Is that a fire alarm?" Aberdeen asked tentatively.
"What, is there a fire in here?" Morgan wondered.
"Let's check it out!"
They started running towards the noise, and just as they turned around a corner, they saw a glimpse of unmistakable purple hair and another muscular figure running away from them, along with a bunch of real Rocket grunts. And right in front of them, it was raining.
"Sprinklers!" Aberdeen commented, pointing at the ceiling. "At least they installed a proper emergency system in their evil secret base!"
"The emergency system activated must mean that they're quite scattered right now..." Morgan pondered. "Come on, this might be our only chance to weave through their security!"
They wasted no time dashing through the sprinklered area, through the big, open doors that looked a bit too fancy for this base, and found themselves in what was definitely not a vault.
"This looks like someone's workplace," Deen said, moving up to the big desk and glancing at some papers with too many numbers on them to really catch his interest. The sprinkles were at work in here too, so the papers were all damp now anyways, as were Deen's and Morgan's clothes. "Should we get out?"
"I would like to before the sprinkler gets me a prized cold," she replied. "Especially before a certain someone makes a crack joke about wet t-shirts."
At that, Aberdeen couldn't help looking down from Morgan's face, but quickly blushed. "I haven't said anything!"
"You better not," Morgan warned. "Now come on, we'll search somewhere else."
Aberdeen gulped and started to follow her out again, when he suddenly was struck by a thought as he glanced at some cabinets in a corner.
"Hang on. We've gone around and around in the corridors out there. Why not just look a bit closer in here now that we have the chance? It looks kind of like an important place. Maybe an important person was tasked to guard an important stolen thing?"
"Huh, when did you start eating smart pills with your breakfast?" Morgan asked followed up with alight chuckle. "Alright, I guess I'll check the papers over here..."
Aberdeen let out a little laugh himself, before he went over to the cabinets and started going through them. There wasn't any sign of feathers, or even gold or some more common sort of treasure there.
Morgan meanwhile shuffled and ruffled through a variety of papers from what it seemed to be some sort of numerical code to stock market numbers. She didn't know, it all looked jibberish to her. She threw the soggy papers away in frustration as she was getting tired of all of the variety of things that did not make a lick of sense.
Deen went over to some bookshelves but only found a few trophys and books and nothing of particular interest. Although, there was a frame with an old photo in it, depicting a man and a little boy. Squinting, Deen leaned in closer to get a better look...
"Find anything?" Morgan asked and interrupted him as she then stood up to lean against the nearby desk. "Because I found absolutely nothi--- " it was then that Morgan's elbow triggered what it seemed to be a switch disguised as a holder for a fountain pen. It made a small *beep* sound, grabbing Morgan's attention, when the nearby wall's bookcase seemed to.. move slightly to the left. A secret passage?
"...Nothing that we shouldn't ignore!" Morgan finished.
"Wow!" Aberdeen said and ran up to her. "You totally found it!"
Morgan nodded. "Of course! Come on, there might be something ahead." she proclaimed. She peeked inside the small open space that the bookcase covered. It seemed like a narrow fit, and the end was in plain sight. Nonetheless, she pressed on, to find a small latch upon the wall. It seemed to have small numerical lock that opened up a small metal door. Just as she though - it was a vault. "This must be it."
Deen scratched his head behind her. "There's a combination? Just our luck. How could we figure that out?"
"Obviously... we'll use the direct option!" explained Morgan, as she got out a pokeball. "Combusken! Double Kick attack!" she then ordered, prior to releasing her prized partnered Combusken, as the beast released it's trademark kicking attack upon the metal safe, with the first kick hitting the mere base of it, with the second kick struck true, causing the metal bar to break, thus the safe opened up ever slightly.
Aberdeen raised his eyebrows. "That wasn't very secure. Maybe Team Rocket's admins aren't much smarter than their grunts."
Just then, they heard footsteps coming closer. The sprinklers had stopped spouting water down in the office and the corridor outside.
"We gotta bail!" Aberdeen said, patting Morgan on the shoulder. "Get whatever's in there and come on!"
Morgan nodded and opened the metal safe door wider, to reach inside. She didn't see much, except for a small, wooden black colored box that she didn't think twice about grabbing. She got out the box and slowly opened it. It was just as Bugsy had said - a golden feather was now in their sights.
"It's stunning..." Morgan complemented, observing the feather. Seeing the feather up close was indeed no substitute for it being described.
Deen peeked over her shoulder and couldn't help but smile at the sight. This was what you live for, a voice within him suddenly said. Beauty and discovery and adventure.
"I wasn't expecting that..." Morgan said as she closed the box and put it in her purse, strapped to her waist. "Ready? Let's go."
They made their way out to the office again and headed for the exit, but stopped dead in their tracks, Deen with a gasp.
In the doorway stood a Team Rocket grunt, or possibly of a higher rank, her long hair drenched just like her clothes, and she was staring darkly at them. Not the faintest hint of even a crude smile played on her lips, as her eyes darted from the faces of the trainers to the exposed passage behind them.
"Well, well," she said, almost growling. "There are quite a lot of naughty grunts here today. I'm beginning to suspect you're doing something you shouldn't. Am I wrong?"
Damn, is she on to us? Morgan pondered, as sweat slowly dripped from her face.
"We're just checking in to see that nothing got destroyed in the fire!" Deen said as casually as he could muster.
"There was no fire," the tall, dark woman said.
"The water, then!"
"Two child grunts would never be allowed inside the admin's office," the woman said, and then actually growled for real. "You know what? I'm tired of this. I've had a bad day, and you two shouldn't be here."
Gee, might I suggest some tea and cheese with your vintage whine... Morgan stood in thought. "Y-Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am! We'll be on our way..."
Deen raised his eyebrow at Morgan's sudden uncharacteristic line, but then again, she might just be playing a part, he thought as he stepped forward, only to be instantly stopped by the executive's outstretched hand.
"You're going nowhere but in a cell," the woman said sharply.
"What if we don't want to?" Deen asked, a bit too dumb sounding.Morgan slapped her forehead with her right hand.
But the woman didn't even reply. "Quagsire!" she said, holding up a pokéball which immediately opened up to let a blue, slippery pokémon materialize in a puddle between the humans. "Use Slam!"
To Be Continued...
Slowpoke Well Base
The whole place was gray. Naturally, they were beneath the ground, in a base built into caves, but still. They could have painted the walls in colors to brighten the place up a bit, Aberdeen thought as he and Morgan split off from the others and went to carry out their specific orders from Bugsy. Strangely enough, the gym leader had taken the two aside before they left the pokémon center and talked to them in hushed tones, as if the others were not supposed to hear their details.
"What you need to find and retrieve, and it is very important that you do, this mission is just as crucial as finding any stolen pokémon, if not more - it is a golden feather. You'll know it when you see it. You must take it out of Team Rocket's hands."
"Why would a feather be important? What kind of bird could drop important feathers?" Aberdeen mumbled as he followed Morgan through a corridor, past some kind of recreation room where they glimpsed Christina and Melody in a chat with some real Rocket grunts.
"I have no idea, but whatever the reason, it's indeed important enough for a ragtag group such as this bunch to want to get their hands on it, and have the time and energy to extract it," Morgan replied, trying to get used to her head ware. She's not used on having her pigtails straightened out, and the unsettled uniform just made things much more uncomfortable for her.
"Yeah, but... Team Rocket aren't the smartest of villains, are they? I mean, they let us in here just because we wore their clothes, pretty much. Didn't even recognize Bugsy," Aberdeen pondered as they moved forward in their current corridor as fast as they dared without looking suspicious. "Maybe they don't even know what the feather is and Bugsy really wants to get it back before they figure it out!"
"If that's the case," Morgan replied, finally fed up with fiddling her hair. "Then there's even more to this mystery than Bugsy is letting on. However, for now, I suppose that we'll have to play along. Ugh, how do these guys wear such tight and dark outfits... who made the dress quota here -- they should be fired!"
"I think these clothes are kinda comfy. And you look nice in them!" Deen said with a smile, which then turned a bit confused. "Uh, I mean, they don't look bad on you. I mean, hmm. Yes, that was what I meant. I think?"
Morgan blushed, oddly as her face turned into disgust. "W-Whatever," Morgan said, flustered. "I guess they don't look terrible on you either. After all, something that the Meowth coughed up is a lot better than something a Houndoom passed. But the less time in this outfit, the better, I'll say."
Deen shook his head, but let out a laughter, just as they turned around the corner and found themselves staring up into the wide chest of a very, overall, wide Team Rocket grunt. He looked down at them with a face that was so scrunched up that it looked like it had been folded in the middle, and let out a 'huff' that clearly meant to ask them what they were up to, wandering around.
"Uh. Hello!" Deen said sheepishly, probably sounding nothing like even a Rocket rookie usually did.
Morgan gave the member a sharp look. "Well? What is it?" She asked impatiently. "Did you lose your ability to speak as well as your manners? Out of our way before you get transferred to the sticks!"
Aberdeen only barely managed to keep himself from gasping at his companion's words, and his eyes flashed from her to the grunt, who had now focused his narrow stare at the girl's gutsy figure.
Just when Deen thought that they would be literally carried out in his enormous hands, the grunt 'huffed' again with a shrug, and simply walked past them. The boy let out a huge breath he didn't realize that he had been holding for several seconds.
"Right..." he said, clearing his throat. "Gotta get down with the jargon. Good thinking."
"Hmph, I was serious," Morgan replied, crossing her arms. "If they're going to be members of a secret organization, they should do it properly."
"What would you know about secret organizations?" Deen asked teasingly.
"FYI, I happen to be the co-president of a club that resides in Lilycove City and a place called Goldenrod!" Morgan explained with a surprising sense of accomplishment. "I think I would know a thing or two!"
Deen blinked. "You are the leader of a secret club? What kind of club? And how did you get to become that?"
"If I tell you it wouldn't be a 'secret', wouldn't it?" Morgan said while chuckling to herself. "Do you doubt my supreme leadership ability?"
"Okay then, supreme leader. How are we going to find the vault or secret treasure spot of this secret organization?"
"It won't be easy," she explained. "It's ought to be a section where the security is tight. I'm not even sure that even normal grunts are allowed to go in, unless... they change shifts? I dunno, I said good at leading, but I'm not good with MAGIC? Unless you have any bright ideas?"
"Hmm, that sounds about right," Aberdeen pondered. "If it's very secret and they stole it, maybe they don't want every grunt to know about it, even. Maybe it's not even easy to find by just walking around this place. But we should probably start with that anyways. Just walking around, looking. Right? At least if Riley and Blaine have security under control - otherwise they might think it suspicious if they saw us moving around on their cameras."
"Tell me something," Morgan wondered as she suddenly stopped. "Do you really have so much faith in everyone?"
Aberdeen stopped too and raised his eyebrows, thinking about her question. "I don't... I'm not sure I know what you mean. Do you think Riley or Blaine would betray us?"
"I don't," she said, crossing her arms. "But what if they screw up and everything goes under? It's a lot of blind faith that we're putting up here. I just.. don't know your friends at all. Especially that guy.. what was his name? Vincent? How can we trust them?"
"Hm..." Deen's face darkened a bit and he looked down as they were still standing still inside the Rocket base. He didn't trust Vincent. Well, he didn't want to. But Christina did. And Melody clearly believed that he was a good person. And if those two, pure hearted girls, could think such a thing, then why shouldn't Aberdeen trust him too? Just because he was a jerk and an asshole didn't mean that he... He had to stop his own thoughts right there.
"You're right..." he said slowly. "They might screw up. And so might we. But if we all ran around here thinking that we'd fail or that someone would turn against us, we'd have zero chance of succeeding, right? Only way we can manage is to trust in each other."
He was sort of proud of his own words and even smiled at the end, but the smile didn't reach his eyes as he looked up and met Morgan's.
"What I mean is... We have to trust them now. Don't you trust me, Morgan?"
He even held out his open hand towards her, just like he had done with Christina once upon a time. It felt like ages ago now, but it was only a few days.
Morgan gave Aberdeen a calm and serious look as he gazed upon his extended hand. She then took a brief look at her own palm, before she glanced back at his, and finally gave it a light grip. She then chuckled.
"Alright fine, someone has to watch over this rag tag group of misfits anyway," she said with a sarcastic smile. "But, I don't really deal well with the mushy stuff. That's your job. Oh and by the way..." she then and turned away, with a more embarrassed expression.
"Don't let that guy get to you. If it was up to me, well... I'd rather hang out with a dork than a boring prodigy of sorts. W-whatever, you're more easy to make fun of anyway. Now come on, don't lag behind."
Aberdeen smiled warmly but then frowned as he hurried after her. "Dork? And he is not a prodigy!"
They spent what felt like hours walking through the underground corridors, but it was probably mere minutes. They tried to come across as as casual as possible and let Morgan and her sharp face get up front whenever they met inquisitive other grunts. But at last, Deen felt close to giving up.
He slumped against a random wall. "Were they even sure that there was a vault in here?" he asked. "Did we miss an elevator or something?"
Before Morgan could answer, they heard a loud ringing from somewhere ahead.
"Is that a fire alarm?" Aberdeen asked tentatively.
"What, is there a fire in here?" Morgan wondered.
"Let's check it out!"
They started running towards the noise, and just as they turned around a corner, they saw a glimpse of unmistakable purple hair and another muscular figure running away from them, along with a bunch of real Rocket grunts. And right in front of them, it was raining.
"Sprinklers!" Aberdeen commented, pointing at the ceiling. "At least they installed a proper emergency system in their evil secret base!"
"The emergency system activated must mean that they're quite scattered right now..." Morgan pondered. "Come on, this might be our only chance to weave through their security!"
They wasted no time dashing through the sprinklered area, through the big, open doors that looked a bit too fancy for this base, and found themselves in what was definitely not a vault.
"This looks like someone's workplace," Deen said, moving up to the big desk and glancing at some papers with too many numbers on them to really catch his interest. The sprinkles were at work in here too, so the papers were all damp now anyways, as were Deen's and Morgan's clothes. "Should we get out?"
"I would like to before the sprinkler gets me a prized cold," she replied. "Especially before a certain someone makes a crack joke about wet t-shirts."
At that, Aberdeen couldn't help looking down from Morgan's face, but quickly blushed. "I haven't said anything!"
"You better not," Morgan warned. "Now come on, we'll search somewhere else."
Aberdeen gulped and started to follow her out again, when he suddenly was struck by a thought as he glanced at some cabinets in a corner.
"Hang on. We've gone around and around in the corridors out there. Why not just look a bit closer in here now that we have the chance? It looks kind of like an important place. Maybe an important person was tasked to guard an important stolen thing?"
"Huh, when did you start eating smart pills with your breakfast?" Morgan asked followed up with alight chuckle. "Alright, I guess I'll check the papers over here..."
Aberdeen let out a little laugh himself, before he went over to the cabinets and started going through them. There wasn't any sign of feathers, or even gold or some more common sort of treasure there.
Morgan meanwhile shuffled and ruffled through a variety of papers from what it seemed to be some sort of numerical code to stock market numbers. She didn't know, it all looked jibberish to her. She threw the soggy papers away in frustration as she was getting tired of all of the variety of things that did not make a lick of sense.
Deen went over to some bookshelves but only found a few trophys and books and nothing of particular interest. Although, there was a frame with an old photo in it, depicting a man and a little boy. Squinting, Deen leaned in closer to get a better look...
"Find anything?" Morgan asked and interrupted him as she then stood up to lean against the nearby desk. "Because I found absolutely nothi--- " it was then that Morgan's elbow triggered what it seemed to be a switch disguised as a holder for a fountain pen. It made a small *beep* sound, grabbing Morgan's attention, when the nearby wall's bookcase seemed to.. move slightly to the left. A secret passage?
"...Nothing that we shouldn't ignore!" Morgan finished.
"Wow!" Aberdeen said and ran up to her. "You totally found it!"
Morgan nodded. "Of course! Come on, there might be something ahead." she proclaimed. She peeked inside the small open space that the bookcase covered. It seemed like a narrow fit, and the end was in plain sight. Nonetheless, she pressed on, to find a small latch upon the wall. It seemed to have small numerical lock that opened up a small metal door. Just as she though - it was a vault. "This must be it."
Deen scratched his head behind her. "There's a combination? Just our luck. How could we figure that out?"
"Obviously... we'll use the direct option!" explained Morgan, as she got out a pokeball. "Combusken! Double Kick attack!" she then ordered, prior to releasing her prized partnered Combusken, as the beast released it's trademark kicking attack upon the metal safe, with the first kick hitting the mere base of it, with the second kick struck true, causing the metal bar to break, thus the safe opened up ever slightly.
Aberdeen raised his eyebrows. "That wasn't very secure. Maybe Team Rocket's admins aren't much smarter than their grunts."
Just then, they heard footsteps coming closer. The sprinklers had stopped spouting water down in the office and the corridor outside.
"We gotta bail!" Aberdeen said, patting Morgan on the shoulder. "Get whatever's in there and come on!"
Morgan nodded and opened the metal safe door wider, to reach inside. She didn't see much, except for a small, wooden black colored box that she didn't think twice about grabbing. She got out the box and slowly opened it. It was just as Bugsy had said - a golden feather was now in their sights.
"It's stunning..." Morgan complemented, observing the feather. Seeing the feather up close was indeed no substitute for it being described.
Deen peeked over her shoulder and couldn't help but smile at the sight. This was what you live for, a voice within him suddenly said. Beauty and discovery and adventure.
"I wasn't expecting that..." Morgan said as she closed the box and put it in her purse, strapped to her waist. "Ready? Let's go."
They made their way out to the office again and headed for the exit, but stopped dead in their tracks, Deen with a gasp.
In the doorway stood a Team Rocket grunt, or possibly of a higher rank, her long hair drenched just like her clothes, and she was staring darkly at them. Not the faintest hint of even a crude smile played on her lips, as her eyes darted from the faces of the trainers to the exposed passage behind them.
"Well, well," she said, almost growling. "There are quite a lot of naughty grunts here today. I'm beginning to suspect you're doing something you shouldn't. Am I wrong?"
Damn, is she on to us? Morgan pondered, as sweat slowly dripped from her face.
"We're just checking in to see that nothing got destroyed in the fire!" Deen said as casually as he could muster.
"There was no fire," the tall, dark woman said.
"The water, then!"
"Two child grunts would never be allowed inside the admin's office," the woman said, and then actually growled for real. "You know what? I'm tired of this. I've had a bad day, and you two shouldn't be here."
Gee, might I suggest some tea and cheese with your vintage whine... Morgan stood in thought. "Y-Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am! We'll be on our way..."
Deen raised his eyebrow at Morgan's sudden uncharacteristic line, but then again, she might just be playing a part, he thought as he stepped forward, only to be instantly stopped by the executive's outstretched hand.
"You're going nowhere but in a cell," the woman said sharply.
"What if we don't want to?" Deen asked, a bit too dumb sounding.Morgan slapped her forehead with her right hand.
But the woman didn't even reply. "Quagsire!" she said, holding up a pokéball which immediately opened up to let a blue, slippery pokémon materialize in a puddle between the humans. "Use Slam!"
To Be Continued...