"...and cut!" Devan instructed as the motto reached it's conclusion. He looked over at NightStrike, ShadowFlame, and their Pokemon. "Dark, intimidating, and plain-out evil. You'll be glad to know you're not losing your touch."

"When we say 'trouble', we don't mess around." ShadowFlame stated boldly. He then looked at Houndour, then back at Devan. "You wouldn't happen to have a snack table around here, would you? My Houndour looks kinda hungry, and you don't wanna mess with a hungry Houndour."

"Yeah, where's that free food you guys promised?" NightStrike inquired.

Ryan gestured to a table in the far right corner with white cardboard boxes on it.

"Help yourselves, just don't leave a mess." Ryan stated as both the dark duo and Kyle began to head for the snack table.

"Alright! Soda!" Kyle exclaimed.

"And donuts. Not bad." ShadowFlame mused as he took a large chocolate glazed donut from one of the boxes. He opened a bag of Poke-crunchies and put it down on the floor with the open end up. Houndour raced over and began eating right from the bag while NightStrike tossed popcorn pieces to Murkrow. Sneasel, in a blur of motion, dashed across the table like a living blur, spearing two donuts on each of it's claws before landing several feet away. It began to much happily as Ryan and Devan exchanged a meaningful glance.

However, while Team Rocket and Kyle began to munch, another figure entered the studio. She practically smashed the door off it's hinges as she entered.

"HEY!!" She exclaimed angrily, pointing one finger at the darkness duo. "What do you think you're trying to pull?!!"

NightStrike, ShadowFlame, and all their Pokemon stopped mid-motion. Kyle smirked at TR with the 'looks like she's not as dumb you thought' look. Samantha, practically fuming, stormed over towards Team Rocket.

"Uh oh." ShadowFlame said in a low but not overly worried voice.

"OK, what's the big idea!? I don't know how the two of you got your hands on the http Ryan gave me, but I'll make you sore for it!" She reached to her side for a Pokeball, but Kyle stopped her.

"Samantha, if you let loose one of your Pokemon in here, it'd probably trash everything. Calm down."

Samantha looked at Kyle, then back at TR.

"... Consider this your lucky break, but pull something like that again and I'll teach you both the meaning of Rage attack."

"Um, I hate to interrupt, but, TR, can we move onto the interview now?" Ryan inquired.



"A wise man once said 'behind every great hero there is a great villain'. Well, in Heatseeker, two such figures dominate the stage." Ryan stated, looking at the camera. "They go by the code names of NightStrike and ShadowFlame, and as you can tell from the motto clip we just showed they use strictly dark-type Pokemon, thus how they've become known throughout Team Rocket as the Dynamic Duo of Darkness. Tell us about yourselves."

"Well, to start with, we use code names because, in our opinion, our real names are majorly lame." NightStrike stated. "Unlike 'Mr Hero' Kyle Specter, who in my opinion got it easy in life."

"Is that part of the reason the two of you are Kyle's enemies?"

"Not exactly, but I guess that's a small part of it." ShadowFlame stated. "Primarily, he can thank his dad. Our boss knows about Specter Sr.'s training techniques, and knows that Kyle's little fire type could turn out to be a giant firestorm if used against the newly-resurrected Team Rocket empire using those techniques."

"And plus he's humiliated in a previous encounter. It's only half personal." NightStrike added.

"OK, that shed some light on your place in the storyline. Now about your personalities. And unique qualities you'd like to share?" Ryan inquired.

"Well..." NightStrike considered it for a minute. "I'm a master of stealth and disguise, trained in most ninja arts as well as voice modification and I'm highly experienced in theater arts, conciliatory makeup, and stuff like that. I can't stand anything girlish, and if you even mention bugs or Fighting-type Pokemon I'll kick your butt for it."

"Me," ShadowFlame smirked. "I'm only the world's biggest James Bond fan, an experienced hacker, and like NightStrike I'm a master of disguise. Can't stand those stupid rich snobby people, though, mostly because they think they've got all this class and style when they really don't have a blasted clue that coolness truly is." He smiled coldly, he and his partner exchanging high-fives.

"Any aspirations while you're on the POL islands, besides eventually stealing Kyle's Pokemon and making a name for yourselves?" Ryan asked.

"Nah, not really." NightStrike stated. "Although I wouldn't mind catching an Umbreon."