[Midnight. Unknown Location]
The man sat on his big, black chair, facing six computers each with a different screensaver. An emblem of some sort. No one knows much about him. All they know about him is that he wore a red suit and had a tan complexion. Any person alive that has seen him has only seen him in this very room. And even in person, people could not describe him. His face was always covered in darkness, as the dim lighting on the room caused it. Even the light from the computers, the brightest in the room, could not shine his face. Some say that his face was so hideous that he had to cover it up in darkness. He just shrugs it off, because the person who would say this is either in jail or is nowhere to be seen at present. Business partners know him as Boss. Colleagues of some sort call him Boss. Friends? he didn't have them. He simply has no time to go out of the room. The only one closest to him was his Purugly. But he never cared about it one single bit. It was just a toy in his lap. And besides, there were far better Pokemon than that useless cat.
The computer with a Golden G suddenly roared to life, bringing light to the otherwise dull room. A pop-up suddenly appeared in place of the dark screen, saying that someone wants a video chat. He moved his hand to the mouse and clicked yes. It disappeared, and a video appeared in its place. The video showed a woman with short, pale-blue hair, eyes looking straight and emotionless.
"Why did you call?" he asked indifferently
"Boss, good news. The Lustrous and Adamant Orbs are ours!" she said, her tone strict and straight
"The Grisseous Orb?" he asked, clearly unimpressed with the news
"What, sir?"
"The Grisseous Orb." he repeated "Where is it?"
The woman backed up "Sir, are you not pleased with the accomplishment?"
"Unless my desire is achieved, I will not be pleased. Now tell me, where is the Griseous Orb?"
The woman gulped. "Sir, we encountered a...a minor setback during the raid at the Museum"
At that moment, he ceased rubbing his Purugly's back. He set him of his lap and tapped the table with his finger. This was a bad sign. This meant that he was angry or pissed. And letting his Purugly off his lap was a lot worse. The woman tensed. She didn't want to see the boss angry. Because bad things happen when he's angry. You either get a flurry of discriminating words or something else. The former was certainly a better option. Because that would ensure your safety. Getting the other treatment was scarier. It meant...unimaginable things. "A minor setback? You failed to acquire the Griseous Orb because of a minor setback?"
"Sir, we-" she started.
"Don't give me excuses" he interrupted. He was pissed real bad. "I expected great things from you, Veron! I put you in that high position because I know you'd be giving results! And I get excuses! Excuses from failed attempts?"
"Sir, it was not a full failure. It was just an-"
He slammed his hand on the desk. Veron, the woman, stopped talking. Her eyes focused on the figure in front of her, knowing that he wanted her to listen.
"Listen to me, Veron. A Failure is a Failure if even one condition is not met. And my condition, clearly, is to have all the orbs. If you show me 2 orbs and not 3, then it is an outright failure! Do you understand?"
Veron didn't move
"This is another one of your failed attempts. I'b beginning to think that you're not right for the job"
"Sir" she started "I am sure enough to say that I am fit for the job"
"Prove it" he replied plainly
An awkward silence surrounded the room.
"As I thought" he said, breaking the silence
"Sir! Please give me another-"
"I've given you enough chances."
Veron's head fell down, hopeless
"However," Veron lifted her head, a little hope in the glint of her eye "Seeing that you desperately tried to do your job, I'm giving you this one last chance"
"Oh sir, thank you for-"
"Stop" he started tapping the desk again "Now tell me, where is the Griseous Orb?"
"The raid certainly-"
"Spare me the details"
"It's on a cargo ship heading toward Lilycove City in Hoenn"
"Excellent. And another thing"
"Yes, sir?"
The man retreated his hand from the desk. For a moment, you could say that he was trembling. But only for a moment
"This minor setback, what is it?"
Veron returned to normal, her strict and cold eyes on her face once again. "A very powerful trainer, sir. He defeated all of my 5 subordinates guarding the door with just one Pokemon"
"I see" his Purugly jumped back to his lap and his hand finding its way back to the desk, tapping it furiously.
"Sir?"
"You are dismissed"
"Y-yes, sir" and with that, the video chat disappeared. The screensaver appeared once again, the room losing even the tiny bit of light it had.
'One Pokemon...' He thought 'Well then, it looks like he's catching up'
His hand moved to the mouse by the left. On the screen was a Black-colored tree shaped in a C. The screen roared to life, showing a desktop designed by the same emblem as the screensaver. He moved his hand to an icon, a window suddenly appearing as he did so. He pressed the call icon on the window, adn he waited patiently for the response.
A few minutes later, a man appeared in the video, his hair in a pompadour style.
"Sir," he said enthusiastically "why did you call?"
The man started tapping his fingers on the table again.
"Malcolm" he started "I've got a mission for you..."
What up, people? This is my first fic, and I found it a little weak. Anyway, I'd like to recieve some reviews 'coz I need to know if the people like it. Can you? I'd really appreciate. Constructive Critiscism. no Flames. hehe. (i.e. what does OOC mean?) Thank you all for reading
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P.S. Is it bad to repost? Cause I published this, it suddenly disappeared in my account and copied it from the published page. Then, I reposted it. Is that bad. I mean, it was from me, after all. How the heck did that happen?