Staring straight at the TV set, Misty, upon realising one of the faces began to stutter “T-t-t-t-hat’s… that’s… that’s…”
“Siritashi & Katarina!” yelled Jesse, remembering them from 15 years ago.
“I thought they were…”
“So did I…”
== MEANWHILE ==
At the Team Rocket Headquarters, a petite lady with Blue Eyes and Blond Hair, which has Black streaks in it makes her way down a corridor carrying a file. She whistles to herself until she arrives at a large door at the end of the corridor. Then, silently, she knocks on the door.
“Who is it?” buzzed and intercom.
“It’s Mara” replied the lady.
Slowly, the door opened, and Mara makes her way in. She makes her way towards the desk, with the occupant’s seat is turned away from the desk. She gets within a few feet of it, when a hand appears from behind the chair, and Mara immediately stops.
“State your business” spoke the voice.
“Sir, I have that file you asked for” replied Mara.
“Good. Leave it on the desk and leave”
“Sir, I also have some bad news, the Rocket Rebels have struck again”
“What have they done this time?” spoke the voice, as the chair began to move.
“They’ve gone and made the jailbreak of Giovanni”
“Great… Just perfect…” the voice answered, in a serious manner.
“Sir?”
“That’s just what I wanted to happen…”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah…” the voice said, the person now facing Mara head on. The man was about 30 years old, and has been the latest leader of Team Rocket for four years. His face wasn’t up to much, except for being a plain, ugly face with glasses “Let me tell you about my plans” he added, beckoning Mara forward…
== MEANWHILE ==
James hung up his cellphone, a look of disgust on his face. “Perfect. Just perfect,” he muttered, “Don’t worry sir, a truck will be there within the next half hour. Yeah right.”
He looked again at the smoking bonnet, and then kicked the tyre in anger, only to stub his foot on the hubcap.
“Aww… damn…” he cursed; now he had a sore foot.
He was about to get back in the car, when some one pulled up in a red classic convertible, the licence plate reading P1KA. “Need a lift?” asked the man.
“Yeah, just to the nearest town if possible.”
“Okay… hop in.”
“Thanks a lot, I really appreciate it” thanked James, getting in the car.
“You don’t need to thank me, just send your wife my congratulations when she has the kid” chuckled the man.
“Wait a minute, how do you know my wife is pregnant?” James asked, realising who he was riding with.
“Oh… hey… long time no see…”
“What is it? 15 years?”
“To the day…”
“Woah… you’ve grown up!”
“Look at you… same old James. You’ve been using that skin care stuff, haven’t you?”
“I admit it, I have been touching up.”
“Well, how’s life been treating you? Still retired?”
“Yeah… How’s your wife?”
“She’s settling down nicely, now that her private practice is open.”
“Really? I’ll have to visit at some time!”
“It’s number 32, Loreli Avenue.”
“Okay. By the way, Why are you out of town?”
“Just been to a presentation in Pewter, luckily it went alright.”
“What do you mean ’Luckily?‘. Your presentations are always flawless.”
“This one would have been too, but someone stole all the info I have on my machine, when they broke in. But enough about my life, why are you out of town?”
“Oh… I had some business to attend to…”
END OF PART III
