The room was entirely dark, lit only by several monitors that were set into the 
conference table. The blue light from these threw the faces of the several 
people seated around the table into sharp contrast of light and shadow. The man 
at the head of the table leaned forward and steepled his fingers beneath his 
chin, staring around the others at the table through pale eyes, before they 
finally landed upon a slender girl with a Pikachu seated on her shoulder. 
  "Have we located the operatives?" he asked. She gave a short nod and slid a 
folder across the table to him.
  "Everything the Eagles Intelligence has been able to find out is in that 
folder."
  "It's not a very big folder."
  "Hey, we did our best." It was the Pikachu talking this time, his beady little 
eyes glaring at the man.
  "Oh for ..." He didn't even bother to finish, instead waving a hand in the 
pokemons direction. "It doesn't matter ... dismissed."
There was the sound of scrapping chairs and they all began to file out of the 
room. The girl, now minus Pikachu, moved to where the man was still seated at 
the head of the table his head in his hands. She placed a hand on his shoulder, 
and he looked up at her.
  "Whats wrong?" she asked.
  "Do you think we're going to be able to pull this off?"
  "We've done much worse," she answered. "You and me, we're the last of the 8, 
it's time to start a new generation."
  "And get back at that arsehole once and for all."