MBR: Sorry for the long wait. Been busy with moving and my Gold Award. If you don't know what a Gold Award is look it up on Google. It's a Girl Scout thing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or any of its products. I also dislike the new voices, but you can't have everything in life.

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"Sorry kid, we're closed for the night," I mumbled.

"But you havata let me in," pleaded the kid.

"Jesus Christ Kid. What do you want? They woke me up just so I can register you. sight Look, um…come back tomorrow and we'll do lunch. How's that sound?"

He just stared at me. Red puffy eyes and all.

"Didn't you hear me kid? Scram! Beat it!"

"Oh, come on #4-67. Let the kid register. If he wants it that badly it should be okay with the boss," announced a voice.

I turned around and saw #12-47, the Noctowl.

"But #12-47..." I objected

"Look," she said, "I'll take care of it."

Oh what an offer, but I cant' let her get the satisfaction of knowing how happy I am. She's one of the most attractive girls in Team Rocket. "I told the kid to come back tomorrow when we're open."

She walked over and looked at me straight in the eye with those dark creepy red eyes. "I said I'll do it, and I will. Get me that paperwork, now!"

Sheesh, what a grump. I guess what they say about #12-47 is true. She can be quiet one and pretty one second, then in your face with that red stare another. Getting the paper work out I slammed in on the secretary desk. "Knock your-self out kid. I'm going to bed."

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"Don't mind #4-67. He's like that most of the time." The kid just nodded and kept on filling out forms. I saw is pen go for the 'name' section and stop. "You don't have to write your name if you don't want to. We get numbers in replace for names."

I heard him sigh. "Thanks," he mumbled, and kept on writing.

He wasn't making this conversation easy. "I'm #12-47.You'll be 19-08.Not very hard to remember." He nodded again. God was this kid quiet. "So, how did you find Team Rocket's Base?"

He paused. "Somebody told me," he mumbled.

"Oh, you were referred."

Nod.

"Well, here's where you write down referrals," I pointed to a section. He wrote down tow names.

"Jessie and James never heard of them."

No response.

I tried a different approach. Now what were those names again? Oh, right! "Ever hear of Cassidy and Butch?"

His pen stopped. "They referred me a whiled back, kinda."

That's nice," he began writing again.

"Do you talk much?"

"Sometimes when I feel like it," he was almost finished.

I started getting impatient. "Wanna be friends?"

He looked at me. His tired brown eyes looked like dark holes of the abyss. "I already have ssome friends."

That just tick me off. I'm trying to be friends with me and he acts like he's all high and mighty. I wonder if this is how the First acted. I get up quietly. "I'll get you a uniform."

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It was a quiet night. Everybody was fast asleep, except for #12-47 and the new recruit. #12-47 was helping the by fill out registration forms. He completed them and exchanged his papers for the Team Rocket official uniform. 12-47 placed the papers on the desk and escorted #19-08 to his quarters. I switched position. 12-47 took 19-08 to an empty room. 19-08 should have been sharing a room with 14-67, but apparently 12-47 didn't think so. Jus as 19-08 was about to enter his quarters 12-47 moved her lips and placed her hand over 19-08's eyes. 19-08 struggled for a moment then his body went limp. 12-47 dragged his body inside the room. 32.345 seconds later 12-47 came out of 19-08's room. She spotted with her glowing red eyes, pointed to me, and walked off. 4.32 seconds later I saw my life flash before my eyes. I saw12-47 walking.12-47 pointed at me. She walked in the room. She dragged 19-08 out of the room. His body began to move. She removed her hand. Blank. I saw nothing more. 11:26:34 p.m. 19-08 was in his room. 12-47 was in hers. And nothing odd had happened tonight.