The room we stepped into was the same one we'd come into when we first joined.
"Ah. Jessi. James. I see the Team is all well." he said. We nodded.
"Sir!" we said in unison.
"I would like to assign this team a special responsibility. Take this Pokémon..." he said, holding out a Poké ball, "...and give it some worthwhile training. It's not at a very high level, and it gets no training here."
James reached out and took the red-and-white sphere from his hand.
"Which one is it?" James asked.
"Silence, fool." the Boss said, "You'll know when you call it out. You're dismissed."
Once we were on our way, the clipboard lady told us it was a good idea to compose a motto to say whenever we appeared, so people would know who we were, and wished us luck on our first mission. I knew James would be good for that, what with his excellent ability to write poetry.
Before we left, we saw Sundance and Kid standing together, and we said good- bye. We knew we probably wouldn't see them again for a while.
When we walked outside, James and I savored our newfound freedom for a moment, and decided to see which Pokémon we'd been given. James rolled the Poké ball around in his hand for a few seconds. I slapped his arm lightly.
"What are you doing? Throw it already!"
"The ball's got some Japanese words on it, right here..." he started. I smacked him again, on the shoulder.
"What was that for?" he demanded.
"For looking so interested in my weight earlier." I said, hands on hips. He rubbed his head and looked me up and down.
"You're not fat. You look really good in that uniform...In fact..." he started, and I glared him before he made the mistake of going a little *too* far. See, my uniform consisted of a very short white skirt, a tummy-baring black tank top with a white jacket over it that didn't cover much more than the black top. The white jacket showed off the large red 'R' of Team Rocket on the front. My uniform was accesorized only by long dark grey leather gloves and thigh-high boots.
The uniform James wore almost made him look buff. He was wearing a black shirt with a white jacket over it, with the large red 'R' emblazoned on the front. The way the jacket was cut off at the base of his rib cage made his chest and shoulders look bigger. The black shirt was tucked into a belt over white pants and mid-calf-height boots. He also wore a pair of leather gloves that reached the middle of his forearm.
I love a man in a uniform. Even if that man is James.
"Just throw the ball already!" I said.
He threw the Poké ball lightly, and it opened with a flash of light. A Pokémon stood there, scowling up at us.
Meowth.
"You better not ever stick Meowth in that thing again!" he said, grabbing the Poké ball from James's hand and hiding it, "I see you've been assigned Meowth as a guide."
"You could say that." James giggled, remembering the Boss's words. So this was the Pokémon we needed to give some 'extra training'. I started to laugh too.
"What's so funny? You laughin' at da Top Cat?"
We shook our heads in synchrony with each other, trying to hold back laughter.
"What's our first assignment?" James asked, hanging his head over my shoulder to see the blue slip clipboard lady had given me.
