Prompts #1-15 (updated)
I'm sorry if these are too short. I hope they're okay.
EDIT: Added prompts #9 through 15 as promised. ^_^
1. Loyalty
" There's too many of them!"
" Damn...what do we do?"
" Our only choice is to send for reinforcements, Buson. You go and get them." Bashou ordered. "...I'll hold them off until you get back."
They shared a brief glance. They both knew that if one of them left, the other would surely meet his demise at the hands of the enemy. Yet they also knew that there was a chance neither of them would get out of this situation alive...and at least if Buson went for reinforcements, he might be okay.
The blonde shook his head and placed one of his giant hands roughly on his partner's shoulder.
" Nah. We can take 'em."
He called out Skarmory, and Bashou couldn't help but smile as he reached for Steelix's pokeball.
2. Mask
And Bashou screamed as the Iron Masked Marauder jumped out of the closet. He took off his helmet and revealed himself to me none other than...Buson?!
" Buson! Where in the hell did you get that thing?!"
" Heh." the blonde smirked, seeming rather pleased with himself. " I stole it from Bishasu last night."
Bashou almost did a double-take.
"...never mind what you were doing with him in the first place," the jealousy in his voice was undeniable, " are you out of your mind? He'll kill you. Literally."
" ...hmm....nah. He'll never miss is. But oh man, you should've seen the look on your face just now, Bashou!"
"...idiot."
The blue haired Rocket was not amused. He only knew that when Bishasu came around looking for his helmet, he would be as far away from Buson as possible.
3. Dreams
Giovanni bolted upright and looked around the room, cold with sweat and breathing quite heavily.
" Mrrow?" his ever-present feline companion lifted its head and peered at him curiously from the foot of the bed.
" Persian. It was...awful." he stated, realizing now that the whole thing had been a mere dream.
The cat continued to stare at him.
" Jessie and James finally captured that Pikachu and I didn't know what to do with them. Can you believe it? Those fools are even haunting my dreams now!"
The Rocket leader mumbled and turned over, determined to continue with his rest undisturbed. Sometimes even the blind chicken found the grain, and he supposed that it was inevitable that they would get lucky, just once. He had to find some way to get them out of his hair. He could fire them and easily have them killed...but...as much as he hated to admit it, wouldn't admit it to anyone, even he, the all poweful Giovanni, leader of the notorious Team Rocket, felt sorry for them.
Still, he had to figure out a way to get rid of them for a good, long while.
Perhaps the next time he saw them, Giovanni thought, he might suggest that they go on a top secret mission to Antartica...
4. Medicine
" Oh, yeah. That's funny."
Butch seemed unimpressed as he stared at the bottle of cough syrup sitting on the table before him. Cassidy couldn't help but snicker...it was an ingenious gag gift. Had she not been afraid of hurting his feelings and having to live with him afterwards, she realized, she may have even done it herself! One of the grunts had anonymously given it to him for a birthday present. What made it even funnier was that Butch had been sitting there at the table, pouting and rationalizing and wallowing in self-pity for nearly a half-hour now!
" Lighten up, Butch."
" No."
" Let's see...guaranteed to relieve nasal congestion and scratchy throats." she chuckled, reading the label aloud for him to hear.
" SHUT UP, Cassidy, yah supposed to be my friend."
It was as he sat there with his arms crossed and his lower lip jutted out that Cassidy finally realized what a remarkable likeness her partner bore to that of a Politoed.
5. Game
" Gimme a kiss!!"
" Get off of me, you fool!" Professor Sebastian pulled away from Buson. All he had wanted was a cup of coffee! Imagine his shock and embarrassment upon entering the break room and being assaulted by an inebriated buffoon. It had been a slow day, as had been the trend for the past few months now, and apparently a few of the higher-ranking agents with nothing to do had assembled in the break room to play games in an attempt to pass the time.
By this time, even Bashou was near hysterics. The professor's reaction had been priceless.
" Spin the bottle!" Buson insisted.
" What?"
" That's the name of the game."
" I never said I wanted to participate in your horny little games." the doctor scoffed at the idea.
" Hey, if you're in the room, " Wendy managed to say around the laughter, " you automatically play."
Disgusted and violated, Sebastian decided that the coffee wasn't even worth it and stormed back to the comfort of the cold, sterile laboratory.
6. Flying
As a something zoomed by her head and she felt a slight breeze, Agent 009 whirled around and glared in the direction that it came from. She spotted two agents right away who weren't doing what they were supposed to be doing, and went over to have a word with them immediately.
" What are you doing?" Domino snapped at the two seemingly lazy agents loafing in the corner. This was completely unacceptable. She had given an order, and dammit, she wanted some action taken right now.
" Well...uh..."
" Um..."
" Well what?" she was obviously in one of her more impatient moods today. But then, who wouldn't be? The Boss himself would be by any minute.
" We were flying paper airplanes, Miss Domino."
" Paper airplaces?" she seemed not to believe it at first. How grade-school was that? They were an evil team, and the minions were sitting around making paper planes?!
" So get off your butts and work! This is a team effort, the base won't build itself. Let's go, chop-chop!"
Then she left with a disapproving sigh. Rome wasn't built in a day...but it didn't take eternity, either. The last thing she needed was paper airplanes flying to hell and back when Giovanni came to check up on the progress of the newest lair.
7. Music
Professor Sebastian hummed the tune of Eine Kliene Nachtmusik to himself as his fingers flew over the keyboard. Mozart was so relaxing. It had been a stressful day, as most of his days were, and the time he looked forward to most was the time spent alone in his office during evening hours. The solitude was bliss. There was no one running around asking him what to do, complaining about this and that, requesting a recommendation to transfer to the so and so department...
His favorite time was, without a doubt, his time spent alone. People often told him he was very charismatic, that he had a way with words, and if the truth were known this befuddled him. He hated people. Why they hung on his every word, he would never know.
...and suddenly, the sounds of Chumbawumba's Tubthumping interrupted his thoughts. Of course, Sebastian being out of the loop as he was, did not know the actual title of this song. He was unfamiliar with most anything that came out after the early 80s, but he did know one thing.
He knew that he was mad as hell that somebody had taped over his Mozart. He popped the cassette tape out of the player and immediately noticed a new label on it.
The label read, " Buson's MixTape".
Somebody was going to catch hell tomorrow morning, he thought, rather matter of factly. A particular agent named Buson.
8. Partner
" What?!"
" Yeah...ah...sorry." Butch avoided Cassidy's disbelieving gaze, and scratched the back of his head in an uncomfortable awkward moment. As a matter of fact, he was still confused himself as to how this happened. " We were playin' poker and I was really into the game, Cass. I ran outta stuff to bet, so...I bet you."
" You bet me in a poker game." she repeated.
" Yeah. Well, I thought I'd win. But...I lost."
" Uh huh..." she narrowed her eyes.
" Er...well, I was gonna try and win ya back, but then...er, I lost again. So, it looks like you an Vicious here are gonna be partners."
" What?" she yelped again, giving Vicious the once over and seeming obviously less than satisfied.
"...for a week." Butch finished.
" WHAT?!"
Cassidy gulped as she looked past her partner, and pretended that she didn't see Vicious wink at her.
It was going to be a long week.
9. Letter
" Mister, what does that letter on your shirt stand for?"
Mondo just looked at the little boy for a minute without responding. He didn't know what to say. He wasn't even supposed to be wearing his uniform in public. He had been in a hurry, however, and decided that he would take his chances.
Law enforcement had never given Mondo any trouble. Hardly anyone believed he was a Team Rocket member. He could hardly believe it himself, anymore.
" Mister?"
" Uh...the R is for...Red Apricorn. I'm a Red Apricorn farmer."
" Oh."
The child seemed less than satisfied with the response at first, but his question had been answered and he soon left Mondo to his own devices. The Rocket sighed. Red Apricorn farmer? How lame was that.
" It sure stands for a lot more than 'Rocket', that's for sure." he muttered and continued on his way. So much more that he no longer wanted to be a part of...
10. Confession
" Tabitha, do you know who the culprit might be?"
Tabitha gulped as Maxie stared him down. He just wanted to get away from it all. Forget Maxie, forget Team Magma...this last day had been so hectic, so terribly hectic, and it shocked him as he realized that he was glad it was over. Not the day, but his membership to Team Magma.
" Tabitha, you're one of my most trusted men. If you know who tipped off agent Shelly and gave her the pass code to Kyogre's holding chamber, then tell me."
Maxie spoke as if Team Magma still had a future, and Tabitha thought that was very sad. He knew that this was not the case. As of today, Teams Magma and Aqua would be disbanded forever.
There was nothing left worth fighting for.
" It was me, sir." he lied. He would have never committed such an act of treason against the Team he loved so much, but he had to say anything to get away.
Maxie's jaw dropped and he looked at Tabitha with an expression of betrayal. The ex-Magma continued.
" I loved her."
He almost habitually added another 'sir' at the end of his last sentence, but cut himself short. Maxie was no longer his boss, and no one could tell him what to do.
11. Water
" What do we do now?"
" Just keep drinking!"
And so James did. The Magikarp submarine, through all it's years of use and abuse, was proving it's need to be retired to headquarters and turned into a pile of scrap metal like all of the other out-of-date mechas. It had sprung a leak, and once again, the lives of Jessie, James, and Meowth were in danger. In a panic, the trio had concluded that their only hope of survival would be to drink any water that leaked into the sub. If they could keep drinking until they could manage to pedal to land, they might be okay.
" Jessie, it's so salty." James whined. All she had to do was shoot him a look.
" Drink!"
He had no choice, though he was beginning to see the fault in their desperate reasoning. Anything made sense when one was in a panic, he supposed.
12. Candy
" This'll be like taking candy from a Togepi."
" Buson, taking candy from a Togepi and stealing it from a small child is essentially the same thing. Tell me, to what low have we stooped when you would rather take chocolates from a toddler than get it yourself for free in the cafeteria at headquarters? All you have to do is swipe your card."
" Bashou, the base is all the way on the other side of town." Buson spoke as if his partner's suggestion were completely ridiculous. " Besides, we're Rockets, in case you forget. It's not my fault if you have a soft spot for kiddies."
Bashou narrowed his eyes at Buson's mocking tone.
" I have no qualms about the evilness of your deed." he quipped. " I'm just embarrassed that anyone we know might see us together and associate ME with your foolish antics."
Buson ignored him, and continued to stalk the five year old on the other side of the fountain.
13. Demon
" What do you think it is?" Cassidy's voice almost shook as she stuck close to her partner. They continued down the dark corridors of the underground laboratory of Team Rocket Headquarters. Professor Nanba had sent them to retrieve a document from one of his colleagues because he was 'sick and didn't feel like going himself'. Though both agents felt this was an abuse of his power, they were assigned to help him with field work and nothing more, neither could argue because he had been kind enough in the past to overlook a few of their failures. Especially the Lugia Project.
Regardless of their determination to get back in Nanba's good graces, however, Butch and Cassidy had decided that the lab was not a very pleasant place to be this close to midnight.
" Maybe it's some kinda ghost, or demon, or something."
" Yeah, right." Cassidy scoffed at her partner's comment, though if truth be told she hung on his every word. What else could be making all that noise? It sounded like a screaming banshee, so it either WAS an evil spirit like Butch had suggested, or some kind of awful experiment was going on, which was an equally horrid thought.
Some of the things that went on in the Team Rocket labs could make one nautious at the mere mention. Cassidy decided she might rather have a ghost in her presence, after some of the rumors she had heard.
" Maybe we should call Dr. Nanba."
" Butch, he would laugh at us. Let's just hurry up and get that document from this Sebastian guy and get the hell out of here. This place gives me the creeps, okay?"
" Yeah." he nodded in agreement. It gave him the willies, too, but he could never admit it. Butch prided himself in his tough-guy appearance, and bravery was one of the qualities he supposedly possesed. He wanted to be brave, anyways...
They heard another howl and he jumped as she clutched his arm. By this point, they were both thoroughly convinced that they would never come back to the labs after-hours.
Ever.
14. Tale
Tyson was starting to sweat now. He didn't think Sebastian had believed a word he said.
" That's quite a tale." the professor sounded bored on the other end of the line.
" Every word of it is true, sir."
" Recount to me again the events that took place after I left, Tyson. And this time, tell the truth." Sebastian did not seem amused. Of course, why should he be? He had put months of hard work, late nights, and thousands of dollars in grant money into Project Revolution.
Tyson then repeated his tale of how Lance the G-man had infiltrated the base under his and even the cunning professor's noses, how the two rookies baited for Gyarados had let the 'permanant guests' escape, how the helicopter had crashed into the river and Gyarados got away, not to mention how Lance the G-man had completely destroyed the Evolution Inducement Wave machine and Sebastian's secret laboratory as well. He ended with an inquiry about when Sebastian might come down to the Mahogony town police station and bail him out of jail.
" To be honest with you," even Sebsatian could not disguise the anger in his voice, " you can rot for all I care."
He hung up on Tyson, leaving the Rocket standing there, disappointed. He only got one phone call. How foolishly responsible of him to use it to let the professor know of his failures.
Now all he could do was wait a few days for Sebastian to cool off and finally tell Giovanni of the whereabouts of one of his Silver Squad agents.
15. Candle
Much to his frustration, the match he lit burned down to his fingers before he could get the candle to light, as had been the trend for the previous fifteen minutes and an entire pack of matches. He concluded that the candle must be defective, because if he could light a bunsen burner, then he sure as hell should be able to light a candle.
Nanba was mad enough that the power had gone out and his thesis was lost before he had the chance to save it, but being forced to sit in almost total darkness put the icing on his proverbial cake. It had been a bad day to begin with, and was ending now with the loss of the entire day's worth of work. It would be easy for him to re-type it later, but it still did not ease the feeling that he had been robbed of his time.
He had heard that Team Rocket had been facing some financial troubles lately, and in a bitter thought he supposed that maybe now the utility bills weren't getting paid. First the electricy, next would be the water.
Then an awful thought struck him. Giovanni may have to start cutting the funds to the research department soon. Though he was fairly confident that Sebastian wouldn't let that happen, for he had always taken care of them and had been able to talk Giovanni out of such drastic measures during hard times in the past, anything was possible.
Nanba shook his head and refused to think about the day on which that would finally happen, and instead began to search for another candle in silence.
Hope you like. I'm working on #16-30 as you read this now.
EDIT: Added prompts #9 through 15 as promised. ^_^
1. Loyalty
" There's too many of them!"
" Damn...what do we do?"
" Our only choice is to send for reinforcements, Buson. You go and get them." Bashou ordered. "...I'll hold them off until you get back."
They shared a brief glance. They both knew that if one of them left, the other would surely meet his demise at the hands of the enemy. Yet they also knew that there was a chance neither of them would get out of this situation alive...and at least if Buson went for reinforcements, he might be okay.
The blonde shook his head and placed one of his giant hands roughly on his partner's shoulder.
" Nah. We can take 'em."
He called out Skarmory, and Bashou couldn't help but smile as he reached for Steelix's pokeball.
2. Mask
And Bashou screamed as the Iron Masked Marauder jumped out of the closet. He took off his helmet and revealed himself to me none other than...Buson?!
" Buson! Where in the hell did you get that thing?!"
" Heh." the blonde smirked, seeming rather pleased with himself. " I stole it from Bishasu last night."
Bashou almost did a double-take.
"...never mind what you were doing with him in the first place," the jealousy in his voice was undeniable, " are you out of your mind? He'll kill you. Literally."
" ...hmm....nah. He'll never miss is. But oh man, you should've seen the look on your face just now, Bashou!"
"...idiot."
The blue haired Rocket was not amused. He only knew that when Bishasu came around looking for his helmet, he would be as far away from Buson as possible.
3. Dreams
Giovanni bolted upright and looked around the room, cold with sweat and breathing quite heavily.
" Mrrow?" his ever-present feline companion lifted its head and peered at him curiously from the foot of the bed.
" Persian. It was...awful." he stated, realizing now that the whole thing had been a mere dream.
The cat continued to stare at him.
" Jessie and James finally captured that Pikachu and I didn't know what to do with them. Can you believe it? Those fools are even haunting my dreams now!"
The Rocket leader mumbled and turned over, determined to continue with his rest undisturbed. Sometimes even the blind chicken found the grain, and he supposed that it was inevitable that they would get lucky, just once. He had to find some way to get them out of his hair. He could fire them and easily have them killed...but...as much as he hated to admit it, wouldn't admit it to anyone, even he, the all poweful Giovanni, leader of the notorious Team Rocket, felt sorry for them.
Still, he had to figure out a way to get rid of them for a good, long while.
Perhaps the next time he saw them, Giovanni thought, he might suggest that they go on a top secret mission to Antartica...
4. Medicine
" Oh, yeah. That's funny."
Butch seemed unimpressed as he stared at the bottle of cough syrup sitting on the table before him. Cassidy couldn't help but snicker...it was an ingenious gag gift. Had she not been afraid of hurting his feelings and having to live with him afterwards, she realized, she may have even done it herself! One of the grunts had anonymously given it to him for a birthday present. What made it even funnier was that Butch had been sitting there at the table, pouting and rationalizing and wallowing in self-pity for nearly a half-hour now!
" Lighten up, Butch."
" No."
" Let's see...guaranteed to relieve nasal congestion and scratchy throats." she chuckled, reading the label aloud for him to hear.
" SHUT UP, Cassidy, yah supposed to be my friend."
It was as he sat there with his arms crossed and his lower lip jutted out that Cassidy finally realized what a remarkable likeness her partner bore to that of a Politoed.
5. Game
" Gimme a kiss!!"
" Get off of me, you fool!" Professor Sebastian pulled away from Buson. All he had wanted was a cup of coffee! Imagine his shock and embarrassment upon entering the break room and being assaulted by an inebriated buffoon. It had been a slow day, as had been the trend for the past few months now, and apparently a few of the higher-ranking agents with nothing to do had assembled in the break room to play games in an attempt to pass the time.
By this time, even Bashou was near hysterics. The professor's reaction had been priceless.
" Spin the bottle!" Buson insisted.
" What?"
" That's the name of the game."
" I never said I wanted to participate in your horny little games." the doctor scoffed at the idea.
" Hey, if you're in the room, " Wendy managed to say around the laughter, " you automatically play."
Disgusted and violated, Sebastian decided that the coffee wasn't even worth it and stormed back to the comfort of the cold, sterile laboratory.
6. Flying
As a something zoomed by her head and she felt a slight breeze, Agent 009 whirled around and glared in the direction that it came from. She spotted two agents right away who weren't doing what they were supposed to be doing, and went over to have a word with them immediately.
" What are you doing?" Domino snapped at the two seemingly lazy agents loafing in the corner. This was completely unacceptable. She had given an order, and dammit, she wanted some action taken right now.
" Well...uh..."
" Um..."
" Well what?" she was obviously in one of her more impatient moods today. But then, who wouldn't be? The Boss himself would be by any minute.
" We were flying paper airplanes, Miss Domino."
" Paper airplaces?" she seemed not to believe it at first. How grade-school was that? They were an evil team, and the minions were sitting around making paper planes?!
" So get off your butts and work! This is a team effort, the base won't build itself. Let's go, chop-chop!"
Then she left with a disapproving sigh. Rome wasn't built in a day...but it didn't take eternity, either. The last thing she needed was paper airplanes flying to hell and back when Giovanni came to check up on the progress of the newest lair.
7. Music
Professor Sebastian hummed the tune of Eine Kliene Nachtmusik to himself as his fingers flew over the keyboard. Mozart was so relaxing. It had been a stressful day, as most of his days were, and the time he looked forward to most was the time spent alone in his office during evening hours. The solitude was bliss. There was no one running around asking him what to do, complaining about this and that, requesting a recommendation to transfer to the so and so department...
His favorite time was, without a doubt, his time spent alone. People often told him he was very charismatic, that he had a way with words, and if the truth were known this befuddled him. He hated people. Why they hung on his every word, he would never know.
...and suddenly, the sounds of Chumbawumba's Tubthumping interrupted his thoughts. Of course, Sebastian being out of the loop as he was, did not know the actual title of this song. He was unfamiliar with most anything that came out after the early 80s, but he did know one thing.
He knew that he was mad as hell that somebody had taped over his Mozart. He popped the cassette tape out of the player and immediately noticed a new label on it.
The label read, " Buson's MixTape".
Somebody was going to catch hell tomorrow morning, he thought, rather matter of factly. A particular agent named Buson.
8. Partner
" What?!"
" Yeah...ah...sorry." Butch avoided Cassidy's disbelieving gaze, and scratched the back of his head in an uncomfortable awkward moment. As a matter of fact, he was still confused himself as to how this happened. " We were playin' poker and I was really into the game, Cass. I ran outta stuff to bet, so...I bet you."
" You bet me in a poker game." she repeated.
" Yeah. Well, I thought I'd win. But...I lost."
" Uh huh..." she narrowed her eyes.
" Er...well, I was gonna try and win ya back, but then...er, I lost again. So, it looks like you an Vicious here are gonna be partners."
" What?" she yelped again, giving Vicious the once over and seeming obviously less than satisfied.
"...for a week." Butch finished.
" WHAT?!"
Cassidy gulped as she looked past her partner, and pretended that she didn't see Vicious wink at her.
It was going to be a long week.
9. Letter
" Mister, what does that letter on your shirt stand for?"
Mondo just looked at the little boy for a minute without responding. He didn't know what to say. He wasn't even supposed to be wearing his uniform in public. He had been in a hurry, however, and decided that he would take his chances.
Law enforcement had never given Mondo any trouble. Hardly anyone believed he was a Team Rocket member. He could hardly believe it himself, anymore.
" Mister?"
" Uh...the R is for...Red Apricorn. I'm a Red Apricorn farmer."
" Oh."
The child seemed less than satisfied with the response at first, but his question had been answered and he soon left Mondo to his own devices. The Rocket sighed. Red Apricorn farmer? How lame was that.
" It sure stands for a lot more than 'Rocket', that's for sure." he muttered and continued on his way. So much more that he no longer wanted to be a part of...
10. Confession
" Tabitha, do you know who the culprit might be?"
Tabitha gulped as Maxie stared him down. He just wanted to get away from it all. Forget Maxie, forget Team Magma...this last day had been so hectic, so terribly hectic, and it shocked him as he realized that he was glad it was over. Not the day, but his membership to Team Magma.
" Tabitha, you're one of my most trusted men. If you know who tipped off agent Shelly and gave her the pass code to Kyogre's holding chamber, then tell me."
Maxie spoke as if Team Magma still had a future, and Tabitha thought that was very sad. He knew that this was not the case. As of today, Teams Magma and Aqua would be disbanded forever.
There was nothing left worth fighting for.
" It was me, sir." he lied. He would have never committed such an act of treason against the Team he loved so much, but he had to say anything to get away.
Maxie's jaw dropped and he looked at Tabitha with an expression of betrayal. The ex-Magma continued.
" I loved her."
He almost habitually added another 'sir' at the end of his last sentence, but cut himself short. Maxie was no longer his boss, and no one could tell him what to do.
11. Water
" What do we do now?"
" Just keep drinking!"
And so James did. The Magikarp submarine, through all it's years of use and abuse, was proving it's need to be retired to headquarters and turned into a pile of scrap metal like all of the other out-of-date mechas. It had sprung a leak, and once again, the lives of Jessie, James, and Meowth were in danger. In a panic, the trio had concluded that their only hope of survival would be to drink any water that leaked into the sub. If they could keep drinking until they could manage to pedal to land, they might be okay.
" Jessie, it's so salty." James whined. All she had to do was shoot him a look.
" Drink!"
He had no choice, though he was beginning to see the fault in their desperate reasoning. Anything made sense when one was in a panic, he supposed.
12. Candy
" This'll be like taking candy from a Togepi."
" Buson, taking candy from a Togepi and stealing it from a small child is essentially the same thing. Tell me, to what low have we stooped when you would rather take chocolates from a toddler than get it yourself for free in the cafeteria at headquarters? All you have to do is swipe your card."
" Bashou, the base is all the way on the other side of town." Buson spoke as if his partner's suggestion were completely ridiculous. " Besides, we're Rockets, in case you forget. It's not my fault if you have a soft spot for kiddies."
Bashou narrowed his eyes at Buson's mocking tone.
" I have no qualms about the evilness of your deed." he quipped. " I'm just embarrassed that anyone we know might see us together and associate ME with your foolish antics."
Buson ignored him, and continued to stalk the five year old on the other side of the fountain.
13. Demon
" What do you think it is?" Cassidy's voice almost shook as she stuck close to her partner. They continued down the dark corridors of the underground laboratory of Team Rocket Headquarters. Professor Nanba had sent them to retrieve a document from one of his colleagues because he was 'sick and didn't feel like going himself'. Though both agents felt this was an abuse of his power, they were assigned to help him with field work and nothing more, neither could argue because he had been kind enough in the past to overlook a few of their failures. Especially the Lugia Project.
Regardless of their determination to get back in Nanba's good graces, however, Butch and Cassidy had decided that the lab was not a very pleasant place to be this close to midnight.
" Maybe it's some kinda ghost, or demon, or something."
" Yeah, right." Cassidy scoffed at her partner's comment, though if truth be told she hung on his every word. What else could be making all that noise? It sounded like a screaming banshee, so it either WAS an evil spirit like Butch had suggested, or some kind of awful experiment was going on, which was an equally horrid thought.
Some of the things that went on in the Team Rocket labs could make one nautious at the mere mention. Cassidy decided she might rather have a ghost in her presence, after some of the rumors she had heard.
" Maybe we should call Dr. Nanba."
" Butch, he would laugh at us. Let's just hurry up and get that document from this Sebastian guy and get the hell out of here. This place gives me the creeps, okay?"
" Yeah." he nodded in agreement. It gave him the willies, too, but he could never admit it. Butch prided himself in his tough-guy appearance, and bravery was one of the qualities he supposedly possesed. He wanted to be brave, anyways...
They heard another howl and he jumped as she clutched his arm. By this point, they were both thoroughly convinced that they would never come back to the labs after-hours.
Ever.
14. Tale
Tyson was starting to sweat now. He didn't think Sebastian had believed a word he said.
" That's quite a tale." the professor sounded bored on the other end of the line.
" Every word of it is true, sir."
" Recount to me again the events that took place after I left, Tyson. And this time, tell the truth." Sebastian did not seem amused. Of course, why should he be? He had put months of hard work, late nights, and thousands of dollars in grant money into Project Revolution.
Tyson then repeated his tale of how Lance the G-man had infiltrated the base under his and even the cunning professor's noses, how the two rookies baited for Gyarados had let the 'permanant guests' escape, how the helicopter had crashed into the river and Gyarados got away, not to mention how Lance the G-man had completely destroyed the Evolution Inducement Wave machine and Sebastian's secret laboratory as well. He ended with an inquiry about when Sebastian might come down to the Mahogony town police station and bail him out of jail.
" To be honest with you," even Sebsatian could not disguise the anger in his voice, " you can rot for all I care."
He hung up on Tyson, leaving the Rocket standing there, disappointed. He only got one phone call. How foolishly responsible of him to use it to let the professor know of his failures.
Now all he could do was wait a few days for Sebastian to cool off and finally tell Giovanni of the whereabouts of one of his Silver Squad agents.
15. Candle
Much to his frustration, the match he lit burned down to his fingers before he could get the candle to light, as had been the trend for the previous fifteen minutes and an entire pack of matches. He concluded that the candle must be defective, because if he could light a bunsen burner, then he sure as hell should be able to light a candle.
Nanba was mad enough that the power had gone out and his thesis was lost before he had the chance to save it, but being forced to sit in almost total darkness put the icing on his proverbial cake. It had been a bad day to begin with, and was ending now with the loss of the entire day's worth of work. It would be easy for him to re-type it later, but it still did not ease the feeling that he had been robbed of his time.
He had heard that Team Rocket had been facing some financial troubles lately, and in a bitter thought he supposed that maybe now the utility bills weren't getting paid. First the electricy, next would be the water.
Then an awful thought struck him. Giovanni may have to start cutting the funds to the research department soon. Though he was fairly confident that Sebastian wouldn't let that happen, for he had always taken care of them and had been able to talk Giovanni out of such drastic measures during hard times in the past, anything was possible.
Nanba shook his head and refused to think about the day on which that would finally happen, and instead began to search for another candle in silence.
Hope you like. I'm working on #16-30 as you read this now.