His fist slammed onto the desk, making the penholder and glass of brandy tremor. Picking up the glass and sipping, Giovanni thought aloud; "How hard can it be?"
Upon hearing his projected thoughts, a young girl dressed in a Team Rocket uniform entered the darkened room. She was no more than twenty years old, had shoulder-length purple hair and wore a serious expression, though with a hint of fear in the presence of Giovanni. She spoke aloud.
"Sir, please understand, the island in question has not been documented by human beings for generations; we are not even so sure it exists."
"Things like this don't just make themselves up, Marion!" snapped Giovanni, slamming down his drink once more. The Persian sleeping on the rug winced.
"I don't care how difficult it may be to find it, Temple Island is somewhere on the seas, and I want it found!"
Marion looked down slightly, giving up hope of ever winning the argument. "Yes, sir" she said doefully, and left the room.
"Hrmph..." let out Giovanni, and turned to stare at the sunset through the thin strips of his window blinds. "The ancient Pokémon of Temple Island...I will find you..."