There was a long silence after that name was uttered. Usually the only time you hear that name is in the tabloids. Unlike the other legendaries, MewTwo didn't take a governing position. He instead took up the role of a businessman, building companies from the ground up, Silph Co. being his main enterprise. The company came to have many different branches. Medicines, Science and Technology, ect. Rumor has it that MewTwo had his hands in much more shadier businesses as well. Like several other legendaries he was interested in the National League, but unlike the others who hand picked their members, MewTwo bought the strongest he could find, yet he continued to fail year after year.

"Now I know you're lying," Tyra said, "MewTwo's a Psycic type, meaning dark types like you and me rub him the wrong way to say the least. He's always had a prejudice against us, namely because he can't control us. He's never had a single dark type on his team for as long as anyone's known. So why start now?"

"I thought the same thing," she said, "I won't sit here and tell you he's had a change of heart, but something has changed. Even if I am lying, what do you have to lose? Surely the big bad tyranitar isn't afraid of a girl like me is he?" she smirked and got up and headed for the door. "If you ever change your mind, I'll be waiting at the radio tower."

Tyra stared at the door for a moment after she left, working her words over in his head, his thought process interrupted by Macky, "So are you gonna go or what?" He asked, "it's rude to keep a young lady waiting." He chuckled a little at his own comment.

"Get your mind out of the gutter old man," Tyra said as he took a big gulp of his drink.

"What?" The machoke asked, "I think she's got something for you, I can tell by the way she looked at you. And I'll have you know, back in my day I was quite the ladies man."

"Yeah, tell us that one again, how many was it? 151? 251? That number goes up every time you know," Tyra told him.

"Who says I quit?" Macky chuckled as Tyra finished his drink and got up. "Put it on my tab," he said, "I'd rather not think about your personal activities."

Tyra left Macky's and started walking toward the radio tower, it was one of Goldenrod's main landmarks. But the only reason he could figure that she'd want to meet there was because her boss owned it. Which shouldn't surprise him but then he couldn't understand why MewTwo'd let Fizzy Floatzel operate there. Fizzy was a talk radio celebrity that, among other things, condemned pretty much everything MewTwo did. He was possibly his biggest critic.

Eventually the tower came into view, the lights still bright at this time of night. Tyra stepped through the doors into the lobby where she was waiting for him.

"Took you long enough," She said as she led him to the elevator, Tyra stepped in with her as she pushed the button to the top floor.

"I don't think I caught your name," Tyra said, making conversation as the elevator rose slowly.

"Elli," She replied.

"So why work for MewTwo?" he asked, "considering his track record with our type."

"Sometimes you don't really have a choice about these things," She said, "I've got a daughter, she's seven years old. You've probably heard but the Unova economy's not in the best of shape. Jobs are hard to come by and times got tough. That was when he showed up and offered me a job, he said that my skills were of use to him. With little other options I agreed."

The silence returned after her explenation, Tyra wasn't quite sure what to say. Thankfully the moment didn't last as the elevator pinged and the doors opened. Tyra followed her out and down the hall until another voice greeted them.

"Mommy!" A child's voice called as a little girl came running around the corner and hugged Elli tightly. She took after her mother, dark skin and red hair, though not as long. She wore a little black dress and matching shoes. Like her mother there were red marks around her eyes, though they were much smaller than the stripe ove her mother's.

Elli smiled and hugged her back. "Sorry that took so long, baby," she said, petting the girl's hair.

"It's ok," she replied, "I was playing with Mew."

That's right, Tyra relized, Mew and MewTwo were almost always seen together, the two were practically inseperable. He had heard that Arceus asked Mew to keep an eye on MewTwo. Tyra looked over to the corner that the girl ran around and saw another small figure peeking out from behind the corner. As he was spotted, Mew stepped out from the corner with a smile on his face. He was small and may look like a child, but he was in fact among the oldest of the legendaries, and one of the most powerful. Mew had messy pink hair with a hoodie of the same color and wore a pair of shorts as well. As he approached he stood in front of Tyra, holding out his hand to shake. Tyra slowly took his little hand in his and shook it lightly. Though Mew said nothing he seemed satisfied by the gesture as Elli turned to him.

"Tyra," She said, "This is Zara, my daughter."

The little girl looked a litlle intimidated by his presence. "Hi, Mr. Tyra," she said, struggling to look him in the eye.

Tyra was not a huge fan of children but he softened his look as best as he can and tried to smile as he knelt down and patted her head lightly, this seemed to help her relax a little. "Hi," he said. "You... be a good girl for you mom, ok? She works hard for you."

Zara smiled and nodded, "I will Mr. Tyra," she said.

"MewTwo's office is down the hall," Elli explained, "He wants to see you alone."

Tyra nodded and stood up, leaving the three of them behind and walked down the hall to the large double doors and stepped inside. The room was large, but with little decoration. The entire far wall was a window that looked over the city and that was wehre MewTwo stood, looking out at Goldenrod's lights. MewTwo was tall and slender in figure. He had silver hair, slicked back and wore a fancy purple vest with a white shirt with puffy shoulders. Tyra had seen pictures of him but his presence was something indescribable.

"It really is beautiful, this city," MewTwo said, "No wonder they call Goldenrod the rival of Saffron." MewTwo turned and looked at him with those strong blue eyes. "Good evening, Tyra," he said, "Come, let's talk business."