James sat glumly in the back of the dark limousine, trying to yank the restraints off of his hands. Jezebel had cleverly tied his wrist vines onto a hook on the wall in front of them, making sure that James would not be able to use his hands to do anything, let alone defend himself against her. As he struggled in vain to yank his wrists off the hook, Jezebel forced a harsh kiss onto his cheek. Even though he was tied up, he used all his strength (and head turning) to avoid a kiss on the lips. Between Jezebel's bothering him, James had some time to think about all that had happened.

"She tricked me into thinking that she was Jesse. She was wearing Jesse's clothes. I had seen Jesse making out with Butch in the back of that convertible, but was it actually Jesse? I think that it was Jezebel that was in the car with Butch. But why would she have done that?"

James was utterly confused, and Jezebel could see that he had been deep in thought.

"What's on ya mahnd, sweetie?"

Jezebel didn't expect a reply, but she didn't expect what James was going to do instead of it, either. With his mouth still partly full of dirt, James spit all over Jezebel's face….

The air grew deathly still as Jezebel glared at James, shocked at his reaction. James's sneer changed into the face of a child in trouble as Jezebel stared at him. After about a minute of utter silence (which seemed like hours to James), Jezebel angrily wiped off her face with one hand, and used the other hand to lay the hardest smack that she could ever conjure onto James's cheek. A red hand mark soon appeared where she had hit him.

James jerked his head to one side, feeling the intense stinging on his face and not even being able to rub the painful spot. His eyes began to water as he thought of the horrible fate that awaited him for what he had just done. He suspected that Jezebel had had her fill of punishing him for now, but he was wrong. The fierce woman next to him grabbed him by the neck and twisted his head so that he was facing her. She took her sharp nails and dragged them along the front of his neck until blood flowed. James writhed in pain as he shrieked aloud at the horrible pain he was in at the moment. He face was stinging and his neck was bleeding. He wanted so desperately to escape that he could taste it over the scent of dirt in his mouth.

Meanwhile, Jesse directed the mountain man to where she was to be headed. For some odd reason, Jesse noticed that this guy, who addressed himself as Bob, was chugging his truck along at a very slow pace. After two hours of driving, and getting no sleep these past few nights, Jesse fell asleep. Meowth could not help but curl up and fall asleep on her lap.
The driver of the truck could see that the two were sleeping, but had to make sure. He waved his hands over their faces, and when there was no response, he then pulled out a radio transmitter connected to the underside of the truck's console. In a very low tone, he whispered into the device.

"Headquarters, calling for the Boss, over."

Soon an ominous deep-throated voice spoke into the other end of the transmitter. "Yes, this is Giovanni at Headquarters, over."

"I got Jesse from Team Rocket in my truck. She's sleeping right now, so I gotta keep this quiet. How do you want me to dispose of her, Boss? Over."

Giovanni looked inquisitively at the map of Pokeland in front of him. "Where is your position, over."

"I'm on the only road running beside Fog Forest, over." The Boss had been watching that road and pointed his finger on the spot.

"Oh, I see." the Boss murmured. "Have you went past a large body of water yet? Over."

"Uh, no, Boss. Why? Over."

"Soon you will be coming to a lake to your left. Are your truck's windows rolled up? Over."

"Yeah, Boss. They are…. Oh, and another thing, I have power windows in this truck, believe it or not, so I can set it so that only the driver of the vehicle can mess with the windows. Over."

"Set it to do that… Once you get to the lake, swerve your truck as easily as possible so as not to awake the passengers, and drive right into the lake. Over."

"Well, how am I supposed to escape? Over." Bob became a bit frightened at the Boss's proposal. He didn't want to die like this.

"You aren't supposed to escape. Over." The Boss's cold words hit the truck driver like a brick on the head.

The Team Rocket henchman's voice was quivering with fear.

"Isn't there another way I can kill her so that I can live? Over."

The Boss suspected that this man was breaking his trust.

"I do not trust you with the task you are supposed to be doing. You must die. I cannot have this leaking out to others. And, if you try to escape, you will experience a fate worse than death. Over and out."

The truck driver attempted over and over again to get to reason with the Boss, frantically whispering into the transmitter as he glanced over at the still sleeping pair. Nothing happened. He decided then to drive his truck into the water, but jump out before he could drown. Jesse and Meowth would be deceased, but he could make a run for it.

Soon the man spotted the lake up ahead, a muddy pit most likely full of water snakes. Of course, that was not his big bother. He had to make a decision quickly. As the truck drove along so slowly that it was almost stopped, Bob opened the latch to his rusty door, making sure that he would be able to get out, and removed his seat belt for faster escape. Gently he steered the wheels in the direction of the lake, palms sweating and heart beating against his ribs. This just had to work. No cars were coming. He felt a bit guilty. It was only a few minutes until sunset, and the woman beside him was beautiful. The woman that was going to suffocate in the murky depths of the lake ahead.

Bob held his hands tightly onto the steering wheel as his vehicle entered the other traffic lane, preparing to drive into the lake. As the front wheels left the pavement of the road, he prepared for the plunge. It had to be a good plunge or else the truck wouldn't get far enough out onto the lake to sink, and drown its victims. He pushed the accelerator down to the floor as the truck's tires left the ground and the vehicle landed in the muddy sludge-filled water about fifteen feet off the roadside. Immediately the driver pushed the unlatched door open and squeezed himself out. The truck sank quickly as he distanced himself away from it. He attempted to close the open driver's door but the thick muck filled the inside of the truck and would not allow any more solid inside. A car passed and he assumed it was a Team Rocket vehicle to check out his progress, so he dove down into the mud, waiting for it to pass, to assume that he was dead. Within a few seconds, he surfaced and began to trudge away from the truck, not even looking back.

Jesse stirred awake, feeling an oozing of mud over her thighs. She opened her eyes slowly, afraid of what she might see. When she did see that her legs were completely covered with sludge she cried out.

"AAAAck!" she wailed.

Meowth awoke quickly to the scream of his partner. He had been sleeping on the dashboard, but saw the abruptly rising murk and looked out the front window at the surroundings.

"Jesse! We's been driven inta ah lake!"

Instead of her usual response of hitting the loud cat, Jesse heeded his words and looked for herself. Indeed they were in a lake. She immediately squirmed and wriggled around, searching for an escape route. In a frenzy, she attempted to open her window, but it was a power window and it must have been set so that she couldn't use it.

"Oh, what rotten luck! The only automobile that happens to pass by is one that wrecks!" she moaned to Meowth.

Meowth then pointed out that the driver's side door was opened halfway. Avoiding another shriek, Jesse held her breath as she attempted to crawl across the seat to get to the door. She felt the truck sink another foot into the mud. The sludge now came up to her waist. After asking for permission, Meowth crawled onto her back and held on to her collar so that he could get out along with her. The truck had sunk into the mud until the glop of the lake was just under the steering wheel. Covered with slimy filth, Jesse reached the other side of the vehicle and tried to push open the door so that her body could fit through. It wouldn't budge.