Giovanni began the shutdown procedures for his computer, locked his office, and left into the hallway of his underground base hidden beneath a profitable casino. The patent he had finagled from Silph when he was prospecting new financial territory to take had proven to be very profitable, the Porygon design sold at the Rocket Gaming Corner could be enough to bring his organization above-ground, with fully legitimate enterprises. The law was even backing off on his men, hoping that he would cut his criminal activities in search of profit.
How little they understood him.
Everyone thought his operations were that of an ordinary gangster, cutthroat and purely for the sake of profit. Even his underlings thought they were working only towards wealth. Only he and a few of his scientists, quarantined from the rest of society for security purposes, knew what was truly at stake. Power, unimaginable power was what Team Rocket was grasping for. Blaine, the lead scientist of his project and Cinnabar Gym Leader, had nearly completed his magnum opus. A Pokemon, master of combat and lord of psyonics. Billions of dollars and a combined three decades of research had brought Mewtwo into existence. With him not even the Elite Four could stand against him, and he would be able to directly or indirectly rule the entire region.
But bringing his new force into the world would require precise timing, and now was not the time. A man needs his rest. He walked to his private chambers, which were not too distant from his office for convenience, as they were the two places he spent time at most often. He was surprised when he found himself sharing the narrow hallway with one of his three administrators, Sabrina, who seemed slightly flustered at his appearance.
"Good evening," he said with more cheer than he felt, but it was still a more gruff greeting than most people give.
Sabrina apparently noticed the effort Giovanni had put into his salutation, even if he hadn't, and almost lingered, but remembered the urgency of her task and brushed it off. "I have duties to attend to," she said, dismissing him, but not without concern.
"Really?" Giovanni questioned. "You've already pulled a double shift today."
"I attend to myself perfectly fine, my condition is fine," Sabrina countered coolly, barriers up. She didn't need Giovanni to suspect her. These dealings with her commander had always been... delicate.
"It is my liberty to decide that, not yours," Giovanni ordered. Sabrina stiffened at his words, when he continued. "It is in my best interest to ensure that my administrators are functioning at their highest capacity. Your abilities won't protect you from burnout; I suspect they are more liable to cause it. Refresh yourself." His voice boomed with authority, but after a year under him,
Sabrina felt his speech betray a hint of concern. She noted it, and decided to play submissive. "By your orders," she walked along the hallway, past Giovanni without looking back. Giovanni paused for a moment, then continued to his quarters. Sabrina also began to pause, replaying the conversation and attempting to analyze the hidden intents they both had when she realized she only had moments left, and instantly vanished.
Giovanni's office was completely secure, hundreds of feet underground, surrounded by reinforced walls, and sealed with an armored door, impregnable even to a Dragonite. None of these precautions meant anything to a being endowed with the power of teleportation. Sabrina apparated in the room, gently floated down from a low levitation, and sat in her boss' chair. Even with teleportation, access to his sanctum had been difficult to attain. In order to teleport to any location, a psychic must establish a connection to her destination. When moving underground or inside buildings this is especially important, as it is all to easy to enter a place that is already occupied by steel girders, glass windows, or solid concrete, which is much less willing to displace itself than air. Indeed, Giovanni had made a precaution against anyone attempting to intrude in such a manner, by placing a small flight of stairs and a hallway that curved left from the entrance before his office proper, making any attempt to blindly enter a quick and painless death by atoms instantaneously dispersing themselves into other dimensions. Convincing Giovanni to allow her into his office once hadn't been as difficult as she had feared however. She had insisted on borrowing it to meditate so that she could locate Moltres, as her own chambers did not offer her the sanctuary she required. Giovanni did not leave her alone in his office, he was much to intelligent for that, but he did oblige, and seemed content with her presence in his office, simply breathing in and out.
Sabrina found that the system was still backing up data and activated an override code she had obtained through meditation enhanced hearing second sight and a small orchestrated scenario involving a bull Nidoking attacking the building during a regular system calibration. No alarms were tripped, and the psychic was able to pull up some of her boss' secret files. It had been obvious for some time that Giovanni had some unstated goals in his operations; funds bounced a few times through different financial institutions weren't adding up, and Giovanni was taking actions a shrewd businessman like he wasn't liable to do. Sabrina insisted on clear expectations after all, and she pulled up the Rocket Leader's accurate budget. A lot more money was going into Cinnabar's reanimation research than the official budget depicted. 80 Billion more in fact.
Sabrina allowed herself a small smile of her success. Any project this big and this secret was certain to be lucrative. She only had one more task before she left. She slowly levitated up towards the high ceiling that Giovanni enjoyed. While he had ensured there were no blinds spots in his security cameras, he neglected that he was completely blind to the ceiling. A flaw seemingly of no consequence, but Sabrina simply waved her hand and and recorded the empty room the cameras currently saw over the time she spent in the office, and vanished once more, a puff of air rushing into the vacuum she no longer occupied.