Strange Visitor
A stout man carrying a brief case entered the Pokéshelter. He wore a black suit and tie, as would be worn by most business man. As he approached the desk the receptionist looked up.
"Can I help you sir?"
"Yes, I've come to retrieve a pokémon that was recently brought here."
"Could you describe the pokémon."
"It is a temperate Meoweth."
"Well sir we have many pokémon."
"This one is different. Could you take me back to see them."
"Alright sir, follow me."
The stout man followed the receptionist back to a room of kennels. There was an assortment of pokémon in the room ranging in sizes from a Ratatta all the way to a large onix that was kept in one of the corners. Several of the pokémon were rather violent, some of them violently trying to break out of their cages. In a lone cage kept away from the others there sat a lone Meowth. The stout man walked over to the Meoweth and stared at it in a examining matter.
"What are you looking at? This isn't the pet store!" said Meoweth in a harsh tone.
The man turned to the receptionist.
"That pokemon is property of Mr. Giovanni. It was taken from him by Team Rocket and he would like it returned immediately!"
"I'm sorry sir, but without proper documentation we cannot just give you any pokémon. If you wish to take in a pokémon from our shelter you must file a request. You see we can't just give these pokémon to anybody due to the nature of the shelter's patients."
"This pokémon is the rightful property of…"
The receptionist cut him off "Without proper documentation we can not release any of the pokémon no matter the circumstances."
"Fine! I'll bring you documentation, but I warn you that it is not wise to waste Mr. Giovanni's time."
"Well when you bring the paperwork all of this will be easily settled."
The businessman stormed out of the room and likewise out of the shelter. Mr. Giovanni would not be pleased to hear about the delay. This whole incident was a big scandal for Team Rocket, and Giovanni had requested the collection of all Team Rocket related items due to the implicating nature that this case could have on his entire organization.
Three days had passed since James' arrival. Each day he sat in his bed casually glancing out the window. The guards were rather surprised at how peaceful he seemed. It was as if he had just totally lost it. He followed their orders, and didn't even show the slightest sign of struggle. In fact, the guards were rather spooked by this. Most of the prisoners that they had dealt with usually showed some signs of aggression, fear, or anything. But James just remained in a comatose state blindly following any orders the guards gave.
Jessie on the other hand was more of a caged tiger. She growled and roared at everyone at first. She spent her time festering in her anger. She would get out, and when she did she would make them pay. She would make everyone pay; the judge, the jury, and most of all the twerps.
Jessie sat in her dark cell. Just a few minutes ago the guards had called for lights out. She lay upon her cot stewing in her anger pondering the things she'd do if she could get her hands on the guards. And after she was done with them she'd save the worst for those ungrateful twerps. She knew that these schemes of vengeance would get her nowhere, and that she should be focusing on other things, but letting her anger boil like this somehow felt good in a way.
Her thoughts were distracted by the jingling of keys in sync with the dull clack of shoes upon the floor as one of the guards made their way down the cell block. In her few nights here Jessie had learned that it was rare for the guards to come by at this time of night with their keys out unless they meant business, and woe to that unfortunate soul who would be the target of their late night excursions.
As the guard neared her cell she wondered who it would be tonight? She hardly knew any of the other inmates yet, but had heard several tales of what happened when the guards came for a prisoner at night. Most of the tales seemed a bit exaggerated, and designed to scare newer inmates, but Jessie couldn't be sure of this as the steps neared the door to her cell.
A blinding light shone in through the bars shinning right on her face.
"What do you want?" she said coldly to the guard that held the beam of light right in her face.
She now noted that there were actually several guards standing right outside of her cell. One of the guards pulled out a ring of keys and began unlocking the door.
"Don't get any ideas!" said one of the guards pointing his nightstick at Jessie.
The other guards came in and fastened a pair of handcuffs around her wrists and ankles.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Quiet!" commanded the guard.
Once the guards had securely fastened the shackles around her wrists and ankles they led her out of the cell.
"Where are you taking me?"
"It seems that there's a "special guest" here to see you."
The guards led her down a small dimly lit hallway. The hallway was lined with rooms, each of which had a large metal door.
"Who is this person who wants to see me?" asked Jessie.
"That's not your concern," replied the guard coldly.
The guard opened the reinforced door of the room. Inside the room there was a wooden table with some chairs around it. At the far end of the table sat a slim man in a business suit. His black hair was combed back giving him a professional look. In his hands he held a stack of papers that he glanced at as he shuffled through them.
"Do come in," the man replied non-chalantly not even glancing up from his papers.
"Sir, are you sure that you don't want a guard left here in the room"
"Yes, it will be quite fine. I know this one and she won't cause me any trouble."
"Well alright then. The guard reached over and grabbed Jessie by the collar of her prison uniform.
"If you even step one toe out of line I'll…"
"Sir would you kindly leave the prisoner alone. We have some business to attend to."
"Well alright then," the guard said setting Jessie down. The guard stepped out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
"Who do you think you are?" asked Jessie.
"You can call me a friend," the man replied with a coy smile on his face as he looked up from his paperwork.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Ah, I believe our other guest has arrived," said the man turning gaze toward the door as it slowly opened yet again and another figure was admitted to the room.
"Jessie?"
Jessie looked closely at the figure.
"James? What happened to you?"
James looked a wreck. In spite of the fact that they had only been there a little over a week James looked rather pale and sickly.
"Now to business" the businessman stated nonchalantly.
"I am here to tell you that Mr. Big is very displeased with the two of you"
"Mr. Big?" asked James.
"He has told me to present the two of you with a proposition. Your trial has put the operation of Team Rocket, along with other organizations in jeopardy. Now "Mr. Big" has proposed that upon your dismissal from Team Rocket, and removal of all privileges and features instated thereof, he will see to it that you are released from prison."
"What do you mean by dismissal?" asked Jessie.
"It means that all affiliations that you may have had with Team Rocket will be severed. All items belonging to the Team Rocket organization shall forthwith be returned to the organization. This includes, but is not limited to; all uniforms and paraphernalia with Team Rocket logos, all vehicles paid for by Team Rocket, and all pokémon belonging to Team Rocket."
"Do you mean to say that we'll have to give you all of our pokémon?"
"Yes!"
"That's an outrage!" shouted Jessie.
"It's either that or having to spend the rest of your sentence here."
"Well at least we'll be together," said James.
"The decision is yours; stay here and serve out your sentence, or sign this form of dismissal thus nullifying your membership with Team Rocket. I'll give you some time to think it over," said the businessman leaving two forms and a pen on the table as he left the room.
"Jessie what are we going to do?"
"What do you mean what are we going to do, we're getting out of this joint."
"But, what about leaving Team Rocket?"
"I no longer care. I just want to get out of here and get my hands on those malicious twerps."
"Alright Jessie. Just as long as we're together I don't care what happens."