Well, now that I know what on earth is going on, (terrorist attack to distract everyone so thieves can steal without being taken to notice) I carefully crawl through the vents and eventually drop down into the Pokemon Storage Room...

Shit.

I stare at two thieves and a pokemon in front of me, bags in all of their hands, laughing so hard they don't even notice me.

Team Rocket.

"He-hemm!" I clear my throat as I throw my Pokeball in the air mockingly.

They stare at me in horror, recognizing me from a long time ago.

"Mmmmmm... Mii...sty..." James murmurs nervously.

Jesse looks cocky, like old times. "Oh, if it isn't the long forgotten redhead who is so helplessly in love with the Twerp,"

"In love?! You think I'm in LOVE with that idiot!?" I scream and throw Starmie's Pokeball to the ground so hard I'm shocked it doesn't break.

"Starmie, you've got this,"

Meowth glares at Jesse. "Nice woik, Jesse, you got Red all woiked up ovuh notin'. Now weia gonna get caught!"

"Well, I'm sorry for telling the truth for once! Next time I won't, " Jesse says lamely.

"Umm, guys...?" James points horrifically at Starmie. "Shouldn't we be running?"

I grin evily. "Yes, you should. But are you? No. Because you're all too STUPID to realize you're in danger!"

Starmie uses Watergun and Team Rocket blasts off again.

'Dear lord they're annoying, ' I think and sigh exasperatedly.

I return Starmie and begin placing all of hundreds of Pokeballs.

...

Right now, I just want to slump against the wall and sleep, but the gunshots... WHERE ARE THOSE STUPID POLICE?!

Almost like magic, sirens ring in my ears.

"Thank God, " I think out loud.

The gunshots stop and I walk into the main room. Right where the guy with the gun is.

"Well, what do we have here? A pretty little red head. The girl who got the guts to call the cops, I propose?"

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit shit...! "Uhh..."

"No, it's fine. I'm a very forgiving man,"

Somehow, I doubt that. "S-so, I should just be on my way, and-"

"Oh, no!" He says and grins mischievously as he grips my wrist. "I said I was forgiving. Well, that's only when I get something in return, "

I attempt to pull away and fail. "And what exactly do you want?"

"Well, like I said, you're very pretty,"

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit! Oh my lord what the hell is taking those IDIOTS so long. "Oh? Why, t-thank you, kind Sir!"

"My pleasure." His grin turns cold and he yanks me up straight by the collar. "No, am I going to get what I want, or are you going to be a pretty waste lying on the floor?"

Shit shit shit shit SHIT! "Umm..."

"I said, am I going to get what I want?!" He brings up the gun and puts the barrel on my forehead.

"Okay!" I yell. "Okay, whatever you want, no, need! Please, just, just don't kill me!"

He grins. "Perfect. Now, sit tight while I handle those bafoons, "

I nod and sit down, trembling.

Though, he's not wrong, they are bafoons...

...

I cringe as I remember the rest... The gory, bloody mess that followed...

The small children, teens, adults...

Ugh, well, the point is that the world is not perfect. And that the only way to get things done, is to do them yourself, and not hire three idiots to steal stuff and another idiot to cause a problem-distraction- so the three idiots steal.

Okay, so that's not the point, Misty, but, you thought of that for a reason, that people have it worse than you, so just suck it up and get everything done!

God I hate working.