'So, you say that their security was rather lax, would you care to elaborate?'

I glanced around, as was my habit. Nothing had changed in the last ten seconds. The tent was rather elaborate considering it was probably going to remain here a week at most. Several paintings stood proudly on a redwood desk, along with a single photo of the person in front of me with two people, a boy and a girl, most likely between ten and twelve years of age. Her children, I assume. The lack of a fatherly figure in the photo along with the lack of a ring on her finger meant that she lacked a partner, although it would take further scrutiny to figure out if the person was dead, abandon her, or nonexistent and the children were orphans. It was always good to know about who you are working for, even if they would rather you didn't. The last man I had worked for had let his emotions get the better of him, and paid for it with hundreds of lives as well as his own. Now I scrutinized her. Weary pale blue eyes, her hair was, to my relief, shaved completely off rather then the longer hair some of the female soldiers kept for sentimental reasons. Although she was rather clean, most likely she had somehow washed herself in the last twenty-four hours. Although considering the lack of hair, it was most likely to keep diseases from setting in rather then any vanity.

…Aahh right, she had asked me something.

'The sentries were drunk and solitary, most likely because they have a habit of playing games with each other if allowed in a group. Areas which had recently been disturbed had nobody in the general area, so most likely some didn't even bother replacing others. Entering the base showed that the majority of the soldiers were drunk and engaging in recreational activities, clearly they didn't anticipate anything, so we did our job right in sneaking a force this far into enemy territory. Their main guard for the leader's tent was a Golem as well.'

'Yes, I noted in your report you thought that showed sloppiness. Why is that? I would think a Golem would be a good guard.'

Aahh, this was slightly irritating. She was clearly new at this, only recently promoted I'd guess. She would probably know the basics, but some details often were only learned after your training.

'It is actually better to guard with a Graveler, Golems may be stronger and faster, but they have weak points. Mainly their head, a good spy or assassin can take it out unaware by targeting that point. A Graveler has no such weakness.'

'Indeed, indeed… And you eliminated that Golem using that weakness?'

'Naturally.'

She moved her head forward. 'And yet you say the security was lax. Could you have possibly gotten past the creature without killing it?'

She got me, I guess. Well, good to know she is intelligent. Well, let's see if I could get out of this little predicament.

'I couldn't be certain if it was a ruse, and there was a small chance that it would catch me. My killing of it minimized the risk, I assure you.'

'Really?' I could hear the disbelief in her tone, looks like I wasn't getting away with it.

'I assure you, what little enjoyment I obtained from it had nothing to do with my decision.' She was going to catch me, but I'll make her work for it!'

She sighed. 'Don't bother, I'm filing it to your superiors. From what I've heard you have a large list of these… tendencies you have.'

'Very well.' I replied casually. So far they didn't give a damn, why would one extra make a difference? Still, I could see the real point of this. She was gaining control. Which really I should be allowing. I was useful, but still expendable.

So I continued by simply asking 'Are you able to disclose any of the information I obtained?'

'It's written in a code, we have a team cracking it as we speak.' A faint smile lit up her face; she was obviously pleased at getting things done quickly. 'But we have our suspicions.' She beckoned me closer. 'What I'm saying is, naturally, classified. Trust me, we want as few people to know this as possible.' Her voice tickled my ear, a pleasant sensation actually. Not that I would say anything of the sort.

She continued. 'You know of Project: Goliath, correct?'

Project Goliath… an attempt to capture a legendary pokemon, namely Grouden. The attempt was a complete failure, and numerous people and pokemon were killed by the monster. There had never again been an official attempt to capture a legendary pokemon, but there were rumours that some more failed attempts were done by some of the criminal groups that had grudgingly teamed up with us when Team Rocket had amassed too much power. Large groups of their skilled trainers seemed to "disappear" at any rate.

I nodded an affirmative.

'Well, we have reasons to believe that Team Rocket have attempted this, and succeeded.'

Well… This is bad. Legendary pokemon have a habit of turning the tide, even the weaker ones can shift the battlefield itself, lay waste to many pokemon and their trainers, and all-in-all just cause havoc. And even before they strike, learning of it could cause a massive decrease in morale. Which would be why we're trying to be quiet about it.

'How certain are we?'

'We'll know when the code is cracked, hopefully.' I could see the hint of fear in her eyes. She already thought they had the pokemon, most likely. 'Anyway, you're dismissed for now. We're keeping you here until we know the situation.'

As I left, I couldn't help a brief shudder. I knew what that meant, if there did happen to be a legendary pokemon under Team Rocket's control. I would be someone sent in to try and solve that problem.

And honestly, that's one thing I don't think even I can do.

Well, I best go drown my worries in thought. I have the whole campsite. What to do, what to do…