A little ways down the hall, Krista stopped at one door and threw it open. The two went inside. "Okay! Here's where you'll hang out for a little while. See you!" The door banged shut behind her.

Leira was alone in a small room, sparsely decorated with two small beds and one lamp. She sat down on a bed and gazed around the drab room for a minute. Then, remembering her trainer card, she pulled it out and regarded it, wondering if she'd be able to make some money back. How well did a Team Rocket job pay?

It was quite a while before the dynamic, twin-tailed girl Krista came back. In her time waiting, Leira brought out Vulpix to play with. Finally the door exploded open again. Krista stood holding a tape measure. She noticed Vulpix and glared at it disapprovingly. "Oh, sorry," Leira returned the Pokémon.

"It's okay." She waved away whatever annoyance she felt with a little movement of her hand. "I was gone a long time. But now, take off your sweater. I have to measure you for a uniform." She started looking for the end of the tape.

The measuring process was surprisingly detailed. Even Leira's hat size ended up written on a page of notes Krista had brought. "I didn't know Team Rocket was so particular about uniform size."

"The sizing of these outfits is really weird. If they don't fit exactly, they look completely stupid. Trust me," she said with an absurdly-exasperated shrug. She pulled the tape measure away for the last time, and snatched up her notebook and pencil. "Okay, so you'll stay here again until I come back. After that you'll get to leave with your new assignment. Isn't that exciting?"

Her tone of voice made her last inquiry seem like sarcasm, or at least a rhetorical question. But staring directly into Krista's expectantly cheery face prompted Leira to answer with a nod. "Yeah! So I'll see you later." The girl in uniform nearly danced out the door.

Leira took her sweater off the bed and decided to tie it around her waist. She sat down and messed with her Pokédex for a few minutes. Then Krista came back, unexpectedly after just a few minutes. "Here you go!" She held out an official-looking manila envelope. "That's got a card for you to deliver—counterfeit, of course," with a conspiratorial grin, "and instructions for how to do it. Have fun! And you'd better get moving quick, make a good first impression on the boss."

She opened the door and let Leira out first, then led her back the way she came in. When they reached that door she abruptly twirled around and squeezed back into the crowd. Leira walked back out of the tunnel. In daylight she examined the contents of the envelope: a green-and-white card, with no text or other markings on it, and a hastily-scrawled piece of notebook paper. On the paper were instructions, in sloppy handwriting, telling Leira her destination.