{A/N}: Part one of this chapter is finally up! Thank you all for your patience. Part two will be coming up soon!

There's No Need to Worry!

Chapter One, Part One: Team Rocket's Intentions

"G-Giovanni, sir! Task 0813… d-did not go e-exactly as p-planned…!" The Team Rocket grunt stuttered as he reported to his superior over a video call. "I'm afraid w-we were not able t-to catch the P-Pokémon you requested f-for."

The kingpin slammed his fists onto the wooden, walnut finished escritoire below him in sheer abhorrence. He shook his head in disbelief. A mission so critical to Team Rocket's success has once again come to naught. Were his henchmen the problem? It certainly seemed like it; each one of his operations—either effortless or grueling—resulted in nothing but wasted time.

"Great! It's no big deal, 653! No big deal at all!" Giovanni's sarcasm only served to intimidate the grunt even further. "Hah! Another plan—failed. What a disgrace."

Giovanni tightened his fists and shook his head.

"Agh. Return to base immediately. I'll have Agent 009 clean up your mess."

"B-but, sir! If I can have more t-time, I'm sure I c-can finish the oper—"

"No, you will do as I say. Another grunt is ready to take your place." Giovanni interjected. "You and I will be having a long chat as soon as you return, 653. You are terminated."

Agent 653's face disappeared with the press of a button, signaling the cease of communications between Team Rocket and the now-former grunt. Giovanni took deep breaths, attempting to calm himself down. Sweat ran down the sides of his face, fists remained clenched. Adrenaline coursed through his veins.

"That's the fifteenth failed task in a week. I may as well end Team Rocket in its entirety!"

Exercising some restraint, Giovanni adjusted his suit and tie which had become disheveled during his dispute with 653. Once calm, the executive took a seat in his large, black leather chair. He sat in darkness—the only source of light emanated from the video screen which displayed static. The boss called for his loyal Persian from another room. In a few seconds, the cat Pokémon sauntered over to its master's side. Persian purred softly as Giovanni gently rubbed its head.

"This domestic world is desperately in need of a world leader, and I swore that that person would be me, Giovanni Sakaki. With my money, anything and everything should have been within my grasp. But domination over the world, and all of its people and Pokémon, cannot be attained—not by the looks of it. It will never be attained if all of our missions continue to bear no fruit. My henchmen never cease to utterly disappoint me.

Fifteen years. Fifteen years it's been since I've founded Team Rocket, and no progress has been made. I nearly died seven years ago because of that brat Red… What else must I sacrifice to realize my vision of this corrupted world? Surely there must be something I can do… Anything!"

Giovanni's thoughts were interrupted by an announcement over his intercom.

"Sir," a woman's voice emitted from a loudspeaker in the corner of his dark chamber. "This is 009. We have wonderful news for you."

A sigh of relief was unleashed from the boss's mouth. "Finally, Domino. I've been waiting for your communiqué. Only Arceus knows how many failures have been reported before you today. What is this wonderful news the Black Tulip has for me?"

"It's rather confidential. Shall I wait for you to transfer this call onto a secure line, sir?"

"Of course." Giovanni turned toward his computer just to the right of the video screen. "Ion, initiate protocol 1820. Activate secure line."

The computer beeped in response before dictating, "End-to-end encryption has been activated. You may now continue your call."

Domino's superior nodded at the screen, notifying her to resume her announcement. With five simple words, Domino was able to completely astonish her boss. "Target 717 has been captured."

"Y-you don't mean… Yveltal? It has been captured?" Giovanni's mouth was agape.

"That is correct, sir. Yveltal is now in our possession. Its Pokéball is in transport. ETA is two minutes."

BRRIRIIIIING. BRRIRIIIIING.

Giovanni turned his head towards his telephone. It rang intermittently, flashing red every few seconds. He took note of what displayed on the caller ID. Private.

"You should probably take that call, sir." Domino noticed her boss's distress. "As I said, Target 717's Pokéball is on its way to your transporter."

"…Yes, yes. That would be wise. Thank you, 009."

"Of course, sir. Agent 009 ending communications."

Domino's image disappeared from the screen and it went blank. Giovanni's telephone was still ringing, the word 'Private' perturbing him. The leader considered asking his secretary about the call, but resisted. Instead, he consulted his computer.

"Ion, decipher the caller ID."

The computer beeped twice before responding, "Caller ID cannot be deciphered. Dynamic encryption encountered."

"Track it, then."

"…Phone call tracked. Unknown area in the Kalos Region; in close proximity to Geosenge Town."

"Kalos? Who could be calling from—" Giovanni's thoughts were interrupted. He grunted. "It better not be Jessie, James and that Meowth. I've had enough failures for one day."

The kingpin picked up the phone hastily. "You three simpletons better have good news for me."

"…Hm. So that's how you greet an old friend, Giovanni? My, my… what great manners you have." A deep voice roared on the other end.

The static display on Giovanni's video screen disappeared. The screen now displayed a seated figure. The figure's surroundings were obscured by darkness, but Giovanni could discern orange, unruly hair.

"L-Lysandre!" Giovanni recognized the man's voice. "My apologies. I thought you were… someone else."

"I understand. Grunts never seem to get the job done, do they?"

"Heh. No, they do not." There was an uneasy moment of silence before Giovanni cleared his throat. "So, how may I be of assistance, Lysandre?"

"How may you be of assistance, my friend?" Lysandre's relaxed tone unsettled Giovanni. "Well, perhaps you could begin by explaining why your grunts have invaded Kalos? Better yet, explain why your precious Agent 009 captured Yveltal?"

Giovanni gulped. Even he, one of the greatest mafia bosses in history, feared Lysandre. Sure, they were close associates. But no one dared to defy or upset the leader of Team Flare; anyone who did suffered dire consequences. Lysandre was a very clever man, fooling people with his seemingly calm demeanor. He manipulated anyone naïve enough to believe in his ruse. His goals were unknown to even his closest partners—fellow crime syndicates bent on exploiting the power of Pokémon for their own villainous purposes. Giovanni, as shrewd as he was, could never make sense of Lysandre's actions. That fact frightened him. Despite his unease, Giovanni refused to reveal weakness.

"My grunts were directed to capture Yveltal and bring it to me so that we may begin testing its powers. They were instructed to leave Kalos without a trace of their presence."

"Ah, I see." Lysandre chuckled. "Is that why Kalos News is broadcasting this over all Holo Casters?"

BREAKING NEWS: Eyewitnesses report the presence of unidentified aircraft in Kalosian airspace

The news reporter, Malva, was chatting with Skyla, the Flying-type Gym Leader from Unova.

"So, Skyla. Have you seen these aircraft before? No one has been able to identify them as of yet. Seeing as you have experience with planes and such vehicles, do you recognize them?"

"Unfortunately, no I cannot, Malva. I haven't seen these types of aircraft before. They seem much more advanced than the aircraft I have experience with. It's possible that they could be police-related, but that's highly unlikely."

"Mhmm. It certainly is strange. Thank you very much for your time, Skyla." The conversation ended, leaving Malva by herself. "I'd like to point something out in one of the images we received. Could you zoom in here? …There. Stop."

The edited photograph depicted a distinct red letter R on the side of a military grade helicopter. "This symbol appears on each aircraft. It appears to be a large letter R. What could this possibly mean?"

Lysandre cut off the broadcast and his image returned to Giovanni's screen.

"Without a trace, hm? I see why you have such great faith in your grunts." Lysandre's words oozed sarcasm. "Don't worry, Giovanni. I'm not deriding you. After all, how could I propose a business deal without your respect?"

"...What is this business deal of yours, then?"

Giovanni observed Lysandre as he rose from his chair and ambled toward the video camera. He walked ever so slowly, taunting the Team Rocket leader with each step he took. Lysandre soon entered the light emitted from his own video screen, his face finally distinguishable. Giovanni saw him smirk.

"Let's discuss the matter with the others."

Suddenly, the live portraits of other men appeared on Giovanni's screen. He recognized all of them—Maxie, Archie, Cyrus, Ghetsis, and Colress. They all had that same simper present on their faces. Lysandre's voice broke the silence.

"Shall we begin?"