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Erin walked though the racks holding various costumes on the sector 41 hq. She at last found an intermediate uniform and went into one of the dressing rooms. After some difficulties, she walked out almost unrecognizable. Those blue eyes she adored here green again and her hair went down in its natural 'dirty' blond mix. The black under-sweater felt snug and warm unlike that thin yellow top she endured. Though she would miss those short jean shorts, this uniform was much comfier. She walked into the appointment and went to register for a meeting. The place looked like a hospital waiting room. An old woman like you see at those cheap dinners and school playgrounds with the ugliest pain the glasses Erin had ever seem and a mole that made Mt. Moon a molehill to climb. As she spoke her voice made those nearby wince.

"Hello, name please." The lady said in that tone that threatened to bore into her skull.

"Misty Waterflow..err, Erin Watson." She said, it would take time for those self-made instincts to go away.

"Watson," The woman said pulling out one the file boxes, "Number?"

"41a." Erin said itching the wool cashmere sweater, maybe the uniform wasn't so good.

"No, not sector, rocket id." The woman said with a scowl of distaste.

"Oh, umm, 41a3b2." Erin said trying to remember it. The woman kept the same listless look.

"Hand over rocketdex." The woman droned. The rocketdex was an improved reprogrammable pokedex that made false identities a snap to pull off. Erin handed hers over. The woman took it and plugged it's port into a station on the table. The screen flashed the words downloading as the device was wiped and refilled with the new data. Erin was given a form and sent to a chair for waiting. She read the form to herself.

Former mission. Erin paused, She wrote follow trainer in her elegant script. For the next question, Reason of end of mission she put cover close to be blown. Then one of her favorites, Is old alias thought dead? If not then what?, for this Erin giggled to herself as she wrote Thinks I'm going on a quest for psyduck. She filled in the rest of the form and read one of those teen magazines while waiting for her briefing.

Just when she started getting juicy info on Flannerey she was called by that vile woman. She obeyed, and followed the batty form to George 'Lights' Derecks e.r.’s station. Derecks was an late thirties elite who was called lights because he had this obsession with lighting in order to perform his work, though the Executives let it be since he was a prodigy of epic proportions, the only person who was close to his skill was his student, Duplica Imatate, who spent time acting as a non-rocket doing shows, so to test the new techniques and ideas. Erin found many people Ash met on his quest were really Team Rocket members. Lights turned to her.

"Erin, sit down, talk." In some ways Lights thought he was a barber of some sort, always talking to the person about their troubles and quoting Dr. Phil. Erin sat down on the worked up barber's chair and faced the mirror to see both of them.

"Uhh, Lights who will I be?" Erin asked brushing some her hair out of her face.

"You'll see." The man said in a playful tone as her as he opened his first box of products. Erin closed her eyes and hoped she would not look at all like that woman at the desk.

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Harris sat in the lounge trying to decipher some ancient texts on the location of various rare pokemon, he could go to Kanto if need be, but first he wanted to make sure that that elusive Mew was not in the area. Most reports said it was in some place call South America. He supposed those were wrong. There was also a chance that they would need the tears of the rumored pokemon, Mewtwo. Of course Harris didn't believe those rumors about it even having a probability of existing., though some in Kanto would do anything for personal benefit.

The three titans would wait, but Johto and Kanto would hold some much needed tears. After two hours and no luck Harris turned the manuscript back in and went to pack. Tomorrow he would begin his journey.

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Ed watched as his leader went very near giddy at Max's news. He made Max explain it over twenty times with every detail.

"Do you know what this means!?" He said happily, "not only will they find rare pokemon for us, if we have just one rare pokemon, they can't win!" Max and Ed exchanged smiles. Their leader firmed up, "Make a meeting, and you two are up for promotions beyond comprehension. Maybe you would" Max stopped him with a small touch of the arm.

"Nicole helped too." He said in his truthful toner, that habit was useful, because other scientist let him see their work while to others they hid it for fear that thier idea would be stolen. As the last syllable came out of his moist lips, the boss looked at him still in sheer bliss.

"Fine, her too, Just call a meeting!" The boss said in such a good mood that it wouldn't matter even if they asked him for ten billion credits he would of happily agreed. The two left the room to schedule it.
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to be continued...

kevin g.