Drew POV

"Gary, do you see us? Over," Paul's rough voice could be heard over the receiver as I crouched under the windowsill of a huge mansion. Gary Oak; a tall brunette, would be sitting in our black van surrounded by computers and other buttons that is beyond my technology knowledge. Ash Ketchum; a raven haired teen would be next to Gary watching the camera screens also from inside the van.

"You are now on the radar," Gary's voice crackled and I turned to look at a dark hooded figure crouched under another windowsill at the far end of the house. He nodded and flicked his hand motioning for me to enter the house. I pulled my black hood further down my face to obscure my eyes, a black bandanna made sure that my facial features were un-identifiable but I was still weary of my appearance because I knew that my shock of green hair was very noticeable. Slowly, I gave an attempt to lift the window, unfortunately, it didn't budge. I unhooked a thin metal object from my belt and began to pick at the lock that held the window tight. A small click could be heard and I silently lifted the window, clambering into the house and dropping onto a plush white carpet. I carefully made my way to the window that Paul had climbed in through and we made our way up the hallway to huge, winding stairs. A small squeak sounded as I stepped onto one of the stairs and Paul sent me a harsh glare that made me cower down every so slightly, I padded up the rest in wake of the lavender haired man in front of me. He swiftly made it to a large wooden door to the left of the hall way, I crept over to him and the opened to reveal an elderly man fast asleep. Paul immediately gagged him while I tied his hands together, his eyes widened in both shock and fear and I felt a slight pang of guilt in my chest. I had no idea what Paul was thinking as his onyx eyes portrayed no emotion what so ever. His eyes were that of a truly professional assassin, he never showed what he was thinking and never seemed to feel love or weakness or anything for that matter except for irritants every now-and-again. He was lucky, I felt bad about doing that to May, I shouldn't have used Brianna and I know how much May loathes her… I'm sorry, I truly am.

"Drew!" Paul growled sharply, I shook my head giving Paul a sheepish look realising that I must have spaced out; I glanced towards the old man and he gave me a knowing look, I felt my cheeks burn but knew no-one would see the blush over the mask. Paul rolled his eyes and dragged the man towards the windows on the opposite side of the room. The elder seemed very calm considering the situation he was in and it un-nerved me ever so slightly.

Ash and Gary congratulated us and the prisoner was put into a separate compartment at the back of the van. We drove back to the team rocket head quarters where we delivered the man to Giovanni. I had no-idea who her was or what they wanted with him but orders were orders and I knew that our enemies would do this to one of our allies. The four of us trekked down the winding passages that were our school. Few classes were still on-going and most of the rooms were mainly empty with a select few students and a teacher for an after school detention. The sun was dwindling to a faint light that barely shone through the windows facing the court yard. Paul suddenly stopped in front of one of the classrooms where his scowl became an even fiercer glare, if that was even physically possible. He knocked on the door of the room and Gary, Ash and I came over to the man's side. Professor Jacuzzi opened the door and two girls were lazily resting their heads on the desks at the back of the room. I noticed them as Misty and the new girl that sat at Maple's table this morning.

"May I have permission to take Miss Berlitz out of detention for special training?" Paul's gruff voice split the silence that enveloped the room and the bluenette's expression seemed to darken as she glared at him. At that moment, Ash spoke up.

"May I also take Miss Waterflower out for extra training?" he questioned while in his density, he was unaware that his lie seemed extremely unconvincing as Misty was definitely a top assassin. Gary and I exchanged looks and I mentally face palmed while he rolled his eyes. The professor furrowed his eye brows and looked back at the two girls who watched him with innocent gazes. He sighed and turned to Ash suspiciously.

"I didn't know Waterflower needed special training," he stated, awaiting an explanation.

"Her fighting abilities are slipping and she needs a boost," Ash explained hopefully. The professor nodded and turned to the two girls at the back of the room. He gave them a sharp look but motioned for them to scram. I was amazed that Ash's excuse worked, I guess it pays to be counted as one of the facilities elite teams. They both hurriedly stood, their chairs scraping on the ground as they fiercely pushed them in and practically sprinted out of the door. Misty slapped Ash across the face angrily, the boy's gaze becoming dazed.

"Her fighting abilities are slipping?!" She screeched, putting her hands on her hips aggressively and cornering him against the wall like a deer about to be pounced upon by a pack of hungry wolves. His eyes became frightened as he gulped, backing up as far as he could go.

"S... sorry Mist, I couldn't think of anything else to say and at least you're out of detention!" He said hopefully. Misty puffed her cheeks out; she frowned but laid off him a bit.

"Well I'm perfectly fine on my own," she finally growled, a small blush grazing her cheeks. I noticed her lock eyes with her friend who smirked ever so slightly which caused the red-head to blush a deeper shade of red. "Besides," She sniffed, recovering pretty quickly, "I thought you'd be with HER, as always." Ash gave her a puzzled look.

"Who?"

"Serena god damn it," Misty retorted hotly.

"Oh…" Ash sighed. "No, not tonight, I've had enough of her for today." He then smiled, "I'll take you back to your room if you would like?" he offered, I looked towards Gary who shared the same surprised expression as me.

Misty gave the boy a sceptical look but nodded and the two walked off down the hallway. Paul sighed and glared at the girl standing to his right, he turned to us and said,

"We'd better head off, it's getting late and I don't want to be out any later than I have to." Garry and I nodded as the two walked the opposite way to Ash and Misty.

"That was bizarre," Garry said suddenly. "I honestly thought Ash was too dense to ever walk a girl back to her room!" He added. I snorted and playfully punched my friend on the shoulder.

"That my friend is very true," I said while grinning, yet the humour in my face soon turned into seriousness as I asked, "What do you think they're gonna do to that man?"

"Who knows?" Garry replied, shrugging his shoulders. "They'll probably question him or whatever."

"Tell me what you know!" A voice harshly whispered.

"I swear, I don't know anything," another responded shakily. A gun clicked, indicating that it was ready to be shot as it pressed against the old man's forehead.

"Your team isn't the only one that is willing to die for what they believe." He spat, using a sudden spurt of confidence and attempting to lash out at the man in front of him. His arms and legs were bound to a chair proving impossible for him to do so. A blindfold was roughly tied to his face so that he could not see the leader of his team's greatest rival.

Giovanni hissed in annoyance and struck the captive in his stomach causing him to wince.

"Tell me," he repeated, indicating for the man holding the gun to the head of the hostage to dig it in even further.

"I'll never tell," the man growled. Giovanni flicked his head and a loud bang rang throughout the sound-proof room as the captive fell limp in the chair he was bound to. Blood trickled down his face and splattered on the once clean floor. The blindfold slipped off of the mans face and fluttered to the floor revealing eyes that seemed to be vacant and staring at nothing in particular while a gaping hole spewed thick, red liquid from in between them. Giovanni gave a look of disgust and stormed out of the room. The killer haltered his gun and un-tied the dead man from the chair. He shouldered him and carried him out of the room as a maid scurried in, ready to clean the mess.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, sorry it waaayy shorter than the others ^^; I promise the next one will be at least little longer!
And I wonder what Giovanni was trying to get their guest to spill… dun dun duuuuuun.

Anyways, hope to see you guys in the next chapter ^_^

~X-Ray