"Give it up Misty. Obviously Jessie and James doesn't want our forgiveness. They're okay with it. Probably their whole life they haven't had anyone say I'm sorry to them. It's Team Rocket remember? The trio that caused us to nearly lose our lives once remember? Just give it up. They probably already had forgotten the whole thing by now. Everyone else did."

"You know something Misty. Team Rocket isn't all bad. They do what they can to survive just like us. At times of trials we must unite. We got to set aside our differences and work together that's the only way to survive. You believe in that don't you Misty? We all make mistakes, and we all have feelings. If we hurt someone, we must apologize or our conscience will get to us sooner or later. So Team Rocket bombed us a couple of times and stole our Pokemon, they never hurt us did they? It was because of Team Rocket that our Pokemon evolved at times. We got to be glad about some things."

It was late one night when he and a bunch of other workers from the stores were accidentally locked into the store or as they had told James. He was the youngest of all the other workers. He was only nine that year and everyone else there was in their twenties and thirties. James felt proud of having friends so much older than him and was human. He felt comforted that these people actually trust him and treated him as an equal. The boss of the department store had left early and wouldn't be back for a couple of days. His co-owner had a hatred for James the moment the boss man hired him. But to James's luck the boss Mr. Timison had a sore stop for young stray boys and agreed to take in James. Mr. Timison was like a father to James. A father that James never had. James's real father didn't care about him one bit. Both his parents were rich southerners who were proper and elegant. James's wasn't like that, and he had reached the breaking point when his parents set him up with Jessiebel.

The co-owner Mr. Breakerston was an old grouch and cared only for money. James knew that Mr. Breakerston was nothing. He was only putting on airs. Mr. Breakerston was very forgetful and once a month would lock the doors when some of the customers never left the store. James sometimes worried about Mr. Breakerston and his attitude towards him, but when he confronted Mr. Timison about it the man just laughed and said to James. 'Ah boy! It's nothing really. The man was a soft spot in him its just hard to find in all the hatred in him. It was his first wife that did it to the poor man. I was their best man for their wedding too. I was even their first babe's godfather. Named the young beauty southern beauty Nadie. Sweet child poor child went into coma when she was four. Never seen Tom Breakerston so depressed. Nearly sold his share of the department to me, but I wouldn't have it. I said to Tom. 'What are you going to do when Nadie's up and running and ask way's Uncle Freddy. You got to support your daughter Tom. How you going to do it when you sell the store to me.' I wouldn't have it James. Not one bit. Nadie died two years later when Tom had his twins Micky and Joey. I was the two's godfather again, but Tom was never the same again. When Micky was born, she was almost identical to Nadie. Both little girls were southern beauties. Tom started drinking and smoking. I offered the man a month's break, but he wouldn't have it. Margaret left him a month later when she was him nearly suffocated little Micky. Margaret claims that Tom went nuts one night, and said that Nadie was back to haunt him. She said that Tom went crazy thinking that Micky was Nadie. Margaret immediately filed for divorce, and Tom went to the asylum. Two years later he came back as a cold and heartless man. He was forgetful and hates all children. The poor man has been though a lot. I know Tom claims he hates you, but it's really that he can't bear to see you. You remind him of the three kids he lost. Tom may claim he hates kids, but I know he doesn’t.'

James was satisfied with the information for a while till that night. The winds were howling and James and the rest managed to find a small fire in one of the sections in the store. A game of truth and dare came about after all the workers got drunk on the department's alcohol. James knew that once the alcohol kicked in the workers won't friendly so the immediately agreed to truth and dare.

It was one at night when he met his doom. Instead of going truth, which he always does and lies about it, James went for a dare. The room went quiet when Adrian laughed and then quickly choked at a smoke cloud. "I dare you James to sent off the security alarms." A stiff giggle ran out through the group. Pulling the security alarms called for the police and immediately punishment. James knew and for once he couldn't lie. A dare was the part in truth and dare that he couldn't lie about.

The pros and cons ran through James's head. He had always been a good kid, so what if once and a while in didn't eat his bushel sprouts and gave them to Growly. He had always said if no one finds out you lied then it isn't a lie. It was James's motto, and it had gotten him this far into life. How else did he get his job at the department store. Eight-years-old at the time he couldn't get a job, but with a sad story and his famous puppy dog look he got the job. Now his motto couldn't help him. It was either leaving the group or face the harsh words of Mr. Breakerston. Being a gang type kid James took the dare, and the cops came.

The rest was all a blur to James as he watched from the corner of his eyes the workers escape. James learned that moment that they won't his real friends. They were using him. What James saw nearly placed him into tears. The workers had Mr. Timison's jewelry in their hands. They were using him to steal, but worse to deceive Mr. Timison. James couldn't face his fatherly figure now. All he knew was to run. Run from the cops. Run from it all. It was outcast now. His clean record was gone. James made it to the Sun Dale bridge where he spent his night alone. The years before when he had ran away from home, he always had Growly but not this time. This time he was alone in the big dark world with nobody, and the cops were after him.

James managed to find some small boxes, which were all aligned by a wall from an old, abandon shack. Deciding not to try his luck and ran into a nasty Pokemon in the building James decided to stay outside. He found some abandon food on the ground, and being very hungry and tired James didn't care about hygiene. He quickly gulped down the half sandwich and located a bottle of half drank soda, which he gulped down. James would someone's long forgotten blanket and used it for his sleeping method. The hurt look of Mr. Timison ran through James's mind as his drifted into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning when the sun shone on his face James felt tapping on his head. Thinking it was a stray Pokemon he swatted at it. Instead of the tapping stop it passed his head and started nudging his shoulders. "Growly stop it. Jessiebel felt hear you."

"Yo kid get up!" said an inpatient voice. James immediately snapped his eyes open at the sound of a voice. To his surprise it was a young boy about his age dressed in an unusually assortment of clothes. The boy was wearing chains on his hands much like a Primeape. He had two chains of metal necklaces each shaped of balls. His shirt and pants both seemed too short for him. To the boy's side was a young girl of frizzy hair and a young boy of spiked hair. Both were dressed like the other and all three were all around James's age. James whimpered as he slipped closer to the wall.

"Ah Kid. We ain't going to hurt you. You can come out now." said the same boy that had shook him awake.

"How can I trust you?" asked James.

"Because you're like us. You like being part of a gang. You're in trouble somehow. You're parents don't understand you, and you ran away from them. You want to prove something to someone."

"How you guess?" asked James.

"Because the three of us are just like you, Kid. With that and our ability to ride bikes we're called the Bike Gang." Said the boy. "Come on Kid. Come with us. The docks are harder alone but together it's easy."

James petrified at the kids' hair do nodded. To James's surprise where he was taken to wasn't bad at all. It might not have been the department store or his old mansion, which he ran away from but at least this place was cozy. This place was small two house wood house that seemed to have been abandoned years ago. In one window when you looked out pass the leaves that hid the house was the wide spread ocean.

James was soon acquainted with the wheels and started in with a small cute tricycle that fit his personality. That was when James met Big Jess. To James's surprise Big Jess wasn't a man, but a pretty little girl with long red hair. James was immediately obsessed with Big Jess the moment he laid eyes on her only Big Jess's eyes didn't match the rest of her. They held a faraway look in them as if someone had hurt her long ago. One night when the gang was out riding and looking for Pokemon Big Jess and Little Jim as James was called got separated with the group when it began to rain. James never experienced a rainstorm outside panicked only to find that Big Jess twisted her ankle.

James somehow managed to control himself and help Big Jess into a hollow out tree bark where the two hid from the storm. "You know we haven't been properly introduced yet," said Big Jess grimacing though the pain. Her ankle burned as she grasped on to it with her hands.

"You're Big Jess the greatest rider of them all," said James simply.

"I mean friendly wise. I'm Jessica, and I'm nine and a half," said the girl.

"James. I just turned nine," said James proudly.

"I figured. So what was your family like?" asked Jessica curiously.

"Rich," said James plainly.

Jessica giggled at the information. "So tell me, if you're so rich why you run away from home?"

"Because my parents were too controlling. They had we betrothed to this control freak at six. Some girl name Jessiebel. I rather go out and see the world then sick around with Jessiebel," said James.

"You ever stole things before?" asked Jessica curiously.

"No," mumbled James. His face turned beet red as he looked straight down.

"Then why you trying to be a street kid for?" asked Jessica curiously.

"Okay, here's the truth. I use to work at a big department store after I ran away from home. I got locked into the department store the night before others found me. The other workers at the department were getting drunk on beer, and we started the game of truth and dare. They dared me to pull the alarm. I did. The cops came. I saw them running out the building with jewelry. I ran before the cops could catch me."

"So you're in trouble with the law," said Jessica eagerly. Her face showed of eagerness when James finished his story.

"I didn't do anything bad," said James quickly on his defense.

"The cops want you though don't they? You ran from them didn't you? Only people in trouble with the law ran from the police."

"I..." mumbled James. Knowing he couldn't beat Jessica at her game he plainly nodded.

"Guess you're just like me. We're both outcasts. We have a purpose in this world though to be famous," said Jessica eagerly.

"How Jessi..."

"Wait. That's perfect," said Jessica eagerly.

"What?" asked James curiously.

"Well I hated my name for a long time. Jessica was too formal for me. Big Jess is okay except it sounds like I'm fat. I like Jessie. Call me Jessie 'kay?" asked Jessica.

"Already JESSIE. So who do we be famous?" asked James.

"Have you ever heard of an organization called Team Rocket?" asked Jessie eagerly.

"A little. Mainly in newspapers."

"Well, my mom was a Team Rocket member. She was to look for the legendary Pokemon Mew, but Mom was famous. She was famous all over the world. Do you want to famous like my mom? With all the fame and glory of the world? With all the money you could ever want that is on Indigo Island? Would you like to be rich James? Would you like to have the most powerful Pokemon in the world at your dispose?" asked Jessie persuading.

"Yeah," said James. "But how?"

"Join Team Rocket of course. But we can't yet. Team Rocket only takes people when they reach twelve. We're join together, and we won't have to start rookie either..."

"Why?" asked James curiously. He coaxed his head and stared at Jessie.

 "Because everyone in Team Rocket knows my mom, the moment they hear I'm her offspring we're in the Elite training group. With you being my friend we'll make it easily. You go?" asked Jessie excitedly.

"I go," said James nodding his head eagerly.