Prologue.
"And there's another town down," a Team Silver grunt clad in a tacky purple and grey jumpsuit reported through his radio. "Great, did you manage to find what we're actually looking for this time?" A female voice replied.
"Yeah, about that…" the grunt trailed off, probably to mentally prepare himself for the verbal attack he was about to receive from his ever-angry leader. "Seriously!" she shouted unsurprisingly, "I'd be better off hiring a bunch of carrots and potatoes to work for me. I can guarantee the job would be done a hell of a lot faster that way."
The grunt simply rolled his eyes, an action that would have included a boot in the face had he been in his leader's sight, "Look, we're doing our best…" he sighed. "Obviously your best just isn't enough. Next time I hear from you Roy, I expect to hear a story of success. Or else the future of your job with Team Silver will be in limbo. Good bye."
Roy sighed, his position in Team Silver had been threatened hundreds of times and yet he was still here, due to the fact he was one of the best around. He'd captured many Pokémon for his bitchy leader and yet he still constantly found himself getting yelled at again and again.
Why does he stick around then? Why, the answer is simple. As soon as Team Silver completes the task at hand, it will be easy to take over the Kanto region, and then Johto, then Hoenn, and even as far as Sinnoh and Unova. And who wouldn't want that kind of power?