Margot sat at the rickety chair downstairs and was skinning more Pokémon for Plan A. She ripped the beak off of a Pidgey, declawed a Glameow, and even had to saw off a Stantler's horns.
"Where the… hell did he… get a Stantler?" Margot grumbled, pausing to take breaths as she struggled to remove its innards. After cleaning and finishing up the Stantler, she threw her hands up into the air with pleasure. There were no more Pokémon left in the garbage bag, which meant her job was done. Earl was out on a walk, however, so she decided to do a bit of housework. Even with this gruesome job ahead, Margot still found the time to be neat. She wrote in a daily planner, kept a calendar chart of events, and had a handy address book with all current Team Em members in it. She decided to make a few calls.
"Hello? It's Margot. We've finished the job, tonight is the night. We'll get back to you later on the time… yeah, we'll have a party afterwards, shut up."
Margot repeated the call ten times to each current member of Team Em besides her and Earl. She even called an ex-friend of hers in Team Rocket and left a boasting voicemail. She just loved to rub it in her face that now she had a "deliciously evil" boyfriend and a greater force than Team Rocket will ever had. The last part was a bit of a lie, but she knew it would come true eventually. After all, Team Rocket was the worst bunch of crooks anyone had ever put together. They called sunglasses and a beard a great disguise, and were never able to hold on to their Pokémon for more than ten minutes before someone took them back.
Margot had big plans for Team Em, though. Pokémon weren't just an annoyance that were only made to be sold and enslaved, they were revolting creatures that needed to be killed. Margot sincerely believed that Pokémon were rubbish, and that humans were the only decent race on the planet. Although it was gruesome work, she somewhat enjoyed skinning the furry corpses in the garbage bag. She knew the furs would be sold and made into coats, hats, scarves, etc. It would be a wonderful addition to the current fashion trend; Pokémon Fur Coats. Just lovely.
She could just imagine wearing a Pikachu fur coat with a matching Jolteon skin hat. It would be an electrifying sight, pardon the pun.
Margot waltzed with Earl in her imagination, at a fancy ball of Team Em followers only. The chandeliers were made of the teeth of Sharpedos, and her shoes were purely Slowking hat material. Margot danced on the floor with her arms out, her eyes closed, envisioning the ballroom before her.
And then she knocked into the wall, and the vision crumbled down. But it was still in her memory, and Margot was now determined to make it happen.
She left Earl a note about her plans for a ballroom and decided to go out as well. Margot figured she would get more bright ideas like the ballroom if she was outside in the fresh air.
The first thing she saw as she walked outside was a trainer and his Pokémon. Margot bit her lip and ignored him. A Ninetails walked proudly ahead of the boy, while a Lairon walked behind him. The massive steel Pokémon tried its hardest not to get in the way of the street. Margot couldn't help but stare at it as it walked past, and they caught eyes for a moment. Margot lowered her head in fear of its blood red eyes and rough, powerful legs. It could kill her easily. She backed into the warehouse wall, earning an odd glance from the boy before he disappeared from view with his Pokémon.
Margot found that she was holding her breath, and quickly released it and looked around for spying eyes. No one. She continued on her walk.
And now the ballroom was mixed with not a hope but an old memory. Now in the ballroom was a raging Dragonite, shooting lasers from its mouth and tearing the building down. Its tail hit hard and Margot flew to the ground, injured. She was five again, crying her eyes out. And the young savior was there again, the boy reached his hand out, and Margot accepted it. The Dragonite charged, and Margot was flying. But the boy caught her, and they were relatively unharmed. Screams surrounded the area. The ballroom's soft colors turned into a mess of darkness and rock. The boy motioned for Margot to run with him, and she did. They hid in a bush. The boy mouthed his name, Earl. Margot mouthed hers. The Dragonite roared, not stopping its rampage. Pokémon Rangers had arrived at the scene, and one had found them. "They're alive!" Margot heard the Ranger shout, and everything was a blur.
She was being carried by the Ranger, away from the Dragonite. Earl followed the Ranger on foot. Margot looked over the Ranger's soldier, and saw a black, empty space. It was a hole in the memory. She had blocked it out, not willing to remember the sight, but she knew what it was. Memory Margot howled with tears, and the Dragonite flew away into the sky, the Rangers unable to stop it.
Earl and Margot both suffered the same fate in loss, so they stuck together. Margot's memory was clouded of times past this, but she was never the same. Pokémon were all evil, like that Dragonite from the past.
Margot erased the banished ballroom from her mind and kept walking.
Earl was standing on the sidewalk a ways away from the Team Em warehouse, staring up at the top of a building. "Too short…" He muttered, and walked down the block.
"Much too tall…" Earl sighed as he looked at another building, and walked back in the previous direction. There was a good sized building somewhere back there, he knew it.
It was a decently tall brick red building with a perfect flat roof and trap door into its attic. Earl was already planning in his head how to escape without getting caught and make a smooth getaway. He didn't really have much for that plan, though. He knew it was all movie tactics, but it was worth a shot, right?
Earl entered the building, a small shop of knick-knacks, and peered inside. The width of the building was small, but he assumed its height was because there was a loft upstairs for the store owner. An elderly man was standing behind the shop counter. Earl almost felt bad about what he was going to do with the man's building, but he washed those thoughts away with the excuse that no one was going to be harmed. It was all for the sake of the human race. He put on his best smile and approached the man.
"Hello Sir, I'm from the, um, store inspection… building organization of… yeah, so, I need to inspect your apartment upstairs for rodents. I've received, um, complaints. Oh, I'm a health inspector! Yes, I need to make sure this place isn't infested with Pokémon such as Raticate and the like…" Earl stumbled through his sentences, but the old man didn't seem to notice.
"Oh… sure thing, but I don't think there's any…" The man said with a sigh, and hobbled towards the stairs. Earl cut ahead of the man and reached the loft. It was a small apartment, a bed was shoved into the corner near a table with only one chair, and the only other furniture was a fridge and a stove. "Poor guy probably never gets any business." Earl mumbled to himself, and looked upwards towards the ceiling. A knob caught his attention.
"May I, uh, check the roof? There may be rodents up there…" Earl called down to the shopkeeper, who gave him approval. Earl twisted the ceiling nob and a rope ladder fell from the square in the tiles. He climbed up to the top of the building and took a deep breath.
Earl inched his way over to the edge of the building on his stomach, not wanting to attract attention just yet by standing. It seemed the perfect height. Earl inched back to the trap door and jumped down to the loft.
"Everything seems to be okay, Sir, but I may have to check back tomorrow."
"Oh, alright. Could I get your name? Mines Jacobs. Mr. Jacobs." The old man asked, and Earl replied quickly.
"Earl. Earl Wavers." Earl said, mentally slapping himself for making the same mistake twice. He was trying not to give out his name, but he supposed it wouldn't matter once he announced it to the world anyway. If the shitty cops couldn't catch Team Rocket, they wouldn't be able to catch Team Em.
"I'll be expecting you tomorrow then. My granddaughter will be here with me. Bye bye." Mr. Jacobs waved his sickly old man hand as Earl raced out the door.
Earl decided to head back to Team Em HQ and make final preparations for Plan A with Margot. However, he ran into her, literally, on the sidewalk.
"Margot! I thought you hated taking walks." Earl chided after recollecting himself.
"I just needed some time away from the broken corpses." Margot rolled her eyes. The two of them turned back to the direction of HQ and walked.
"I've picked out the building and it's all ready for us tomorrow. You remember the drill, right?" Earl confirmed, and his girlfriend nodded. "Great. Let's go set everything up."
"Ah, yes. And um, Earl?" Margot's voice dropped to a whisper.
"Yes?"
"Thanks… for all this." She smiled genuinely. Earl blinked, and gave her a hug.
"It's fine. We're going to do this, for the both of us. We'll change the world and rid it of vicious Pokémon like Dragonite." Earl said soothingly, feeling Margot's hair with his cheek. "And one day I'll find that Dragonite, and give it what it deserves."
"Of course." Margot mumbled. They shared quick kiss and continued walking in silence.