Slowly, the helicopter began to lower itself down on to the platform below. I sat at the back, staring sullenly out of the window. I wasn't looking forwards to seeing the Executives again. Especially Proton. I wondered whether he had been mauled by a rampaging Tauros. Or fallen off the Bell Tower. With my luck, probably not. That didn't make me feel any better so, to vent my feelings, I snapped a question at the grunt that was unfortunate enough to be sitting in front of me at the time.
"Are you sure that the package wont wake up before the time is right?" I asked him suspiciously.
"Yes ma'am," he replied in a monotone.
"How can you be sure?"
"The dosage is calculated by the mental aptitude of the patient miss Kostovich," he mumbled "And our scientists say that the mental aptitude of the package was….significantly low."
Low mental aptitude. That sounded about right. But 'miss Kostovich'? I didn't like the look of that grunt, or the way he spoke to me. As an Elite Officer, I command respect. I DEMAND respect. Those who don't give it…..they learn the hard way. This grunt seemed to be one of them. What was his name again? Liam? Luke?
"Name?" I said bluntly. The way he was staring at me was unnerving. It reminded me of those red eyes in the chateau.
"I have no name ma'am," he droned "That is the way of Team Rocket. A grunt has no name." he looked at me like I was stupid. That made me mad.
"Your mother must have given you a name, as unlovable as you are," I snarled. "So? What's your name then?"
He studied me for a moment. I noted his black hair and oddly gold eyes. Who has gold eyes? He seemed strangely familiar. A grunt from a previous mission perhaps? Somehow, I sensed that the answer was more sinister than that. Behind my chair, I heard Roserade growl.
"Nathan," he said softly "Call me Nathan."