(RedDestiny92: Well here I am back again sometimes I just fall into my moods don't want to deal with fanfiction but if I didn't practice with it then I never would have started thinking more to improve my own ideas. So personally I never really give up on it, I don't know if anyone will even read this and if they do I don't know if anyone will like this but Yo and Happy New Year.

Disclaimer: I claim any OC's but I don't own Pokemon or anything to do with it...just my dreams.

Warnings: Language, adult themes, dark themes, AU(Now granted all fanfiction is AU because nothing we've written is really part of it but this is a big AU full of changes.), drinking, abuse, pain, ect will warn if I think of more.

Note: All characters will obviously be of legal age for their roles, this is not a take a game and add on to it this is just me taking what I do know to twist into something else but I'm keeping the pokemon.)

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Prologue – Pick up duty

Across the dark hills of Unova a Zebstrika was racing lead by his rider, a lowly Plasma grunt on pick up duty. Life wasn't particualarly hard for anyone, it was just there was the usual government, kids started their journies, young couples planned for the future, those growing watched their families with pride with the elderly there to remind one to appreciate what they had while they did. Then there was the side of life that kept Team Plasma going.

Most weren't sure how it happened how the little gang rose to the top, in fact it wasn't just them Team Magma and Aqua could be found scattered about, Team Galactic were nearly well known while Team Rocket was still the most laughable it had it's place they were a circle of just business. That's all the people were given, sometimes pokemon went missing, supplies weren't all there, sometimes it was trainers but if they were caught in the circle they were lost. During the rare event that any person was returned they usually weren't the same.

Always spoke in hushed whispers.

What was done to them..who knows?

People simply didn't go against the circle.

As they really knew better.

The grunt yawned as Zebstrika stopped in front of a plain house he cringed a bit seeing the woman by the window she looked tired and worn down. Her gaze blood shot, cheeks puffy from crying it wasn't his favorite part of the job but he was born into the team it was all he knew she looked over her shoulder as the door opened and out a man walked out carrying a body wrapped up, he frowned as he walked over.

"...What did you do to her?"

"...Just slipped her sleep aid..it's cold out here."

He shook his head eyeing the man, the dark hair, he seemed to have aged but didn't really look as broken up as the woman did.

Just business and all.

He shifted so he could awkwardly hold the bundle and without a word he was taking off back in the other direction once again. By the time they had to stop again letting a herd go past he glanced down at her bundled in his much thicker uniform he could see the torn jeans she wore. It didn't seem like there was a struggle but more that it was the style she preferred. He uncovered her face, she shifted a bit but was really out of it, not one droplet was going to get her to wake up before she was ready.

He could only think it was a shame she was so pretty, his boss tended to break pretty.

With a sigh he took off again, if he was higher on the payroll they would have given him a car for this, though he didn't mind Zeb, simple and short often followed him around when he had to clean up his area. They got along and he was exactly the type that he wished he could go traveling with, that would be much more...well he wasn't sure. This was what he knew best after all , just making the boss happy.

The young woman just turned twenty-one and his boss, Ghetsis insisted on having her brought in with his three adopted children he wasn't much older than she was but there was an age difference. He wondered if that mattered maybe she wasn't even for him personally. She could be there for anything, even just to entertain his daughters, or perhaps his son, N never seemed interested in anyone if they didn't come with paws or otherwise. He never did mix entirely with other humans.

He huffed as they reached their destination, a little warehouse he was meant to drop her off at, he wasn't so sure he should just leave her there but rules were rules.

Far be it from his ability to think for himself.

Setting her on the side of the road he took his phone out to call for another to pick her up, they kept the high profile members out of the light. Not so much because they had to but because that was the image, if one saw a grunt, they were ignored, those that never had to get their hands dirty got the better jobs.

"Yeah?"

"I have her."

"I have her what?"

He rolled his eyes, Team Galactic hung around a bit as Cyrus would trade his workers for those he considered more competent after being trained by Ghetsis. Mars was traded for some nameless woman who kept her mouth shut and only followed orders only complaining when she couldn't complete her duties fast enough. Ghetsis seemed to like her and that meant she got a higher position the bitch was full of herself. Granted she was easier to deal with than Domino was, that one was a whole other story she'd been Giovanni's mistress for too long finally being tossed aside she was crazy, no other way to say it.

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"Lady Mars, ma'am."

"That's what I thought, we'll be there, you can go there was a spill some equipment near the other warehouse, go pick it up." 'stolen goods' more like it.

"Fine."

Feeling a little uneasy he lead Zeb to a tree and waited for one of their helicopters to come, it didn't matter what Mars said he didn't think he should risk her safety or his paycheck by messing up. She would be delivered to his boss and grunts only talked to him over the phone.

Which most were fine with.

As she was scooped up and tossed over a shoulder he hurried to leave to find out what else he had to pick up.

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(Sort of a set up chapter need those sometimes, will clear up a few things in the next chapter.)