EPISODE 40: Drafting*

Dusk comes to bring us moonlight, to the time of reflection upon the day passed, and the awaiting beginning to be renewed by the light of the sun. It is when the Pidgeys sing goodnight until the stars bid them to dream under-wing. Each hue deepens in noble solemnity, finding unity in the night.

Night rolls around and after a time the sandman comes to heavy my lids. I feel the shuttering of my synapses, the quite lure into sleepiness. As each limb becomes heavy and my heart slows to a more peaceful beat, the comfort of bed calls.

On the very tip of the tower, is the light between the darkness. A large pristine orb, ever-glows above the tower, spreading its luminosity to the city captured by silhouettes. It may seem like a night of peace, but deep inside Giovanni's abode, is a plan waiting to unfold.

"Cinnabar Island, it is a large island located at the southern coast of the Kanto Region, south of Pallet Town to be exact. According to Arlo's research, Mewtwo was created in a laboratory found in Cinnabar Island.

Mr.Fuji, he is the brains behind Mewtwo's creation. Currently, his location can be found in Lavender town. He holds the secrets about the formation of Mewtwo." Matori informs as numerous data flashes upon the large screen. Giovanni became mesmerized by such details, his excitement to capture Mewtwo couldn't resist the urge to flare.

"Everything is all going according to plan. Prepare a squadron of Rocket grunts and send them immediately to Lavender town. As for Luna, Charlotte, and Xavier, send them to the abandoned Mansion in Cinnabar Island.

From now on, the three of them will take a major role in the destiny of Team Rocket." Giovanni grins. His teeth grate upon each other, while his feline companion gave him the finest purr.

"Sir, you do realize the more expose Luna is, the more threat will come to her way right? Remember, the other party is also looking for Mewtwo.

The world is aware of Luna's past actions. With her seemingly loyal Absol, Luna might exceed things. We are an organization after all, not a blood cult." Matori disputes.

"Let her Pokemons be her sword, she will slay all those who oppose the future, for I am the future. Humanity has yet to learn about the gift I am willing to give." Giovanni mellows with a menacing laughter. Drowsiness does not seem to bother him, only success and achievement.

"Hear the crash of the thunderous storm, that hearkens the coming of destiny's reign. Know that colossus shall be harnessed, and the people of our region shall never fall ill again..." Giovanni chants menacingly. From time to time his voice shifts to laughter but not that kind of pleasing laughter. A much more intense, perhaps.

Matori has completely disagreed with the boss, but she has no right to be infuriated at him. All of her disputes were left with nothing but rejection. Giovanni's eyes have been shrouded with the yearning for his ambitions to commence.

The secretary left a cup of coffee before finally leaving Giovanni's abode for the night. To her surprise, the boss halted her for a while.

"Sometimes, the person you'd take a bullet for ends up being the one behind the gun. I know a traitor when I see one." Giovanni utters with a brittle voice.

"Sir? I would never do such a thing. I am loyal to your will, I may argue with you sometimes but never will I betray you." Matori's lungs begin to circulate air faster. Her glands produced a large amount of sweat, drooling down in a murky stance.

"I know, but I do believe that someone inside the organization is a traitor. A black sheep, wearing a silky white wool."

"Why would you think of such a thing? Team Rocket is always loyal to you."

"Is that so? Someone leaked the details of our Absol operation. Why would a professor know about Luna's location, if the CCTV access falls under Xavier's command?

The PGC somehow knew about our plan, there is no possible way that they could've guessed someone was infiltrating their laboratory. This is the work of a grunt, or perhaps a high-ranking officer." Giovanni guesses, staring earnestly unto the fireplace.

"Do not worry sir, if there is a traitor around here, I'm sure he'll be caught immediately," Matori utters with shifting tones as she continues her walk to the outskirts of Giovanni's abode.

Giovanni continues to glance upon the fireplace while rubbing his Persian. He gave an unfamiliar scowl, as the night became warm and stagnant. The moon continues to shine over our sacred region, and Nature's orchestra has finally inaugurated.