After the ceremony, Le Français ( sorry: Colonel Tony S. Forestier ) left the city at once. He pretended he had an urgent work. In fact, he didn’t want to stay with Giovanni longer than necessary. The Rocket leader and his small group decided to celebrate that and went to the best restaurant of the city. They went back to the port on tomorrow morning, where they caught a ferry back home ( except Giovanni who came back to Celadon City ). Sabrina highly insisted to have Mewtwo in her room during the trip. It’s her who pushed his wheelchair.
« You know, Sabrina, you don’t have to do that.
_ If I don’t, who does ?
_ Metal.
_ He’s not your slave !
_ You’re not either.
_ Yeah, but I owe you the Badge. I managed to get a one-month vacation before I go to my arena as the new champion. So, until you feel better, you’ll have me stuck to you, and I’ll pass all your whimps. »
He lifted an eyebrow.
« All ?
_ Yes.
_ OK. »
He added, in a jokingly tone:
« Move your butt and go fetch me a coffee right now, slave ! »
She giggled.
« Hey, don’t push it too hard ! But it’s okay, I’ll bring some coffee. »
She came back a few minutes later with a coffee pot and two cups. They started drinking. Mewtwo took three cups.
« You seem to like it…
_ Yeah, but I still don’t know why. I’ve been like that since the first day…
_ What do you mean ?
_ I don’t think it tastes so great. But I feel as if I was coffee-fueled. When I drink some, I feel like a rush of energy…
_ It’s because caffeine is an exciting substance. On a normal human, it doesn’t work more than half an hour, and they’d need an enormous quantity to be « fueled ».
_ And on a pokemon ?
_ You are the only one pokemon I know who drinks coffee.
_ Really ? Cool… »
He tried to sit comfortably on his chair, and he felt like pieces of paper. Those were his reward for the tournament: 150.000$ in cash. The real reward was 300.000$ for the trainer, but they decided to share it equally.
« By the way, Saby, what kind of pokemons will you use, as a champion ?
_ What do you think ? Psy, of course. After your show, I can’t chose any other type.
_ So it was really a psychic attack ?
_ About Metal, it was the Psycho. One of the most destructive attacks.
_ That’s crazy…
_ He said that as you have unconsciously discovered a few of your power, you will learn faster.
_ Maybe… »

	They arrived in Cinnabar Island just in time for dinner. A great parade led by August was waiting for them at the dock. There were unfinishable congratulations, and they had a hard time reaching the Mansion. Inside, Rockets had prepared a great party. It was, as we say, « une grande bouffe », with meat and alcohol at will. Metal-Mewtwo sneaked out of the party and came back with a parcel he put on a table, in front of his brother.
« What’that ?
_ It’s for you, bro. Giovanni asked me to give you that when we left Vermilion City. »
Mewtwo opened the parcel. Inside, there were clothes adapted to his shape: black nylon tights with a small red R on the right of the chest, leather boots and gloves, metallic belt and military holsters. There was also a metallic integral helmet, adapted to his head, looking like a motorbike helmet, with a sunproof visor.
« Is this…
_ It’s your combat uniform, brother. I can say we had troubles making it, because of your double neck.
_ By the way, I still wonder why I have two neck ?
_ No-one knows. It’s something that came naturally in your development. So, to make us identical, I have a double neck too.
_ And what is yours for ?
_ It’s to transport psionic energy from my head to my arms.
_ Psionic energy ?
_ It’s a mysterious energy that psy and dragon pokemons have. It lets them use attacks like Ultralaser, or Swift. But it’s pretty dangerous, so I have a separate channel to control it. Anyway, now, you’re an official Team Rocket SpecOps member, just like me. The duo is now formed.
_ Not exactly, interfered Victoria. What special agents would do without a vehicle ?
_ What do you mean ? asked Metal, visibly interested.
_ I kept it as a surprise for you two. I’m sure you’ll love it. Follow me. »
Sabrina pushed Mewtwo to a huge garage in the basement. Here, there was a car hidden by a black cover.
« Metal-Mewtwo and Mewtwo, said Victoria in a solemn tone, I’m proud to show you our newest acquisition… the Rocketmobile ! »
Then, she pulled out the cover. They all were speechless: it was a shiny black sportscar, with two rear rockets. Mewtwo tried to speak:
« It’s… beautiful. It’s… 
_ It’s Italian, said Victoria. Designed especially for us. It was basically a Lamborghini Countach, but it’s been modified a little bit: the seats were re-designed for your morphology. The whole bodywork, the windows and the tyres are made of very resisting lightweight materials. To make short, it’s tougher than a military tank. The original 3929cc V12 engine had been modified with an afterburner enhancer. And, most of all, two military turborockets have been added and can be controlled from the inside. It’s original max speed is 315kph. With the afterburner, you can reach 350kph. If you add the rockets, you can reach a speed close to Mach 1: 800kph. But if you push the two rockets at max…
_ Then ?
_ Then you reach Mach 2. »
Both Mewtwos were astonished. Mach 2 ! 2124kph ! How in the world a car could reach such a speed ?
« But I strongly recommend you not to try to go so fast. At 800kph, a human being can’t handle the car anymore. So, who knows up to which speed you’ll lose control too ? We know you’re stronger than humans, and have better reflexes, but to what point ?
_ Can I try it ?
_ Of course, Metal. »
Metal-Mewtwo took the driver’s seat and started the engine. He pushed the accelerator three times, it roared like a panther. What a pleasant sound !
He got out. He would have smiled if he could.
« Hey, bro, I’m starving to go on mission with you and this car ! Please heal quickly ! »
A Rockette interfered.
« Hey, guys, don’t let the dinner get cold ! »

	They all got back to the cafeteria and began to eat. That’s where a miracle happened:
At a moment, Mewtwo wanted to take a can of Coke, but it was a bit too far. And there, as if it was natural, the can moved by itself and arrived in Mewtwo’s hand.
He barely believed it. He wanted to try something else: he lifted his can and thought:
I want you to stay here.
He released it. The can didn’t move. It was floating in the air.
Put some Coke in my glass.
The can reversed itself in the air, and the drink fell into the glass.
Telekinesis.
« Hey, dudes, watch that ! »
He began mentally juggling with cans and glasses. Everyone applauded. Through his brother’s unexpressive eyes, Mewtwo could see some pride. The pride of a trainer whose apprentice becomes a master.

	A few hours later, Mewtwo and Sabrina were in the garden, watching the stars. It was a nice, fresh but not cold, night.
« That was a great show.
_ Thanks. Metal told me, but I didn’t know it would happen so fast. I can now use Telekinesis.
_ Will you teach me.
_ It’s pretty easy, to me: I just think about an object, and what I want it to do. And it comes. »
Sabrina tried. She was staring at a stone.
Fly.
The stone was lifted a few centimeters from the ground, but fell the second after. He was impressed: he thought she had to have some kind of gift, but he decided not to tell it.
« Not bad, for a beginning.
_ Yeah. With a little training, I may overpower you.
_ I don’t think so. It would be a miracle if you could at least equal me.
_ I’ve already equaled you.
_ Oh yeah ? When ?
_ At tickle-fight. If I remember well, it was a draw. By the way, I hate draws. Let’s get a revenge…
_ I strongly advise you not to try. You could regret it.
_ Are you sure ? »
She approached him, arms up, in a threatening manner. He tried to use Telekinesis to play with her, but he instinctively used another technique: it was Disable. She was now stuck in that position, arms up.
« Hey, what happens ? I can’t move…
_ Yeah, I think I just discovered another ability.
_ Hey ! Not fair !
_ You know, if I were sadistic, I would take profit of that situation to tickle the hell out of you.
_ Luckily, you’re not !
_ Who said I was not ? »
She was now panicked. Uh-oh…

	Sabrina got up pretty late the day after. As the party was long, she had slept in the Mansion. It was 11:00 am. « Oh my God… » she thought. Mewtwo had really pumped all her energy out. She could still feel the tickling. It was horrible… and pleasant. She headed to the cafeteria. She heard laughters, and some Rockets saying things like: « Hey, how does he do that ? »
When she entered, the show was spectacular: Mewtwo was in the middle of the room, on his wheelchair. He wasn’t moving a muscle. His eyes were bright blue, like two UV lamps. But the most impressive was that five knives were flying, gravitating around him.
« So boring » said Metal.
He took five plastic plates and tossed them around the room. The knives immediately flew like arrows. When the plates fell down, they all have a knife stuck in the middle.
Everybody applauded. Mewtwo’s eyes came back to normal. 
« Hey, he said, here’s my personal slave !
_ I was, Mewtwo.
_ What do you mean ?
_ With Telekinesis, it seems like you don’t need me anymore…
_ Don’t you think you will escape so easily ! You want some coffee ?
_ I’d like.
_ Well, take the pot. Not with the hands, of course. »
She understood what he meant. She watched the coffee pot and thought:
Come to me.
It worked. The pot landed in her hands.
« I think I’ll never get used to it… »

	Three weeks later, Mewtwo stood up: he was full healed and could walk again. He returned to training, very seriously. At the same time, he taught some Psychic skills to Sabrina. She was now able to use the most elementary of all skills, the one Mewtwo had used since the beginning: Telepathy.
Unfortunately, the Saffron Arena was waiting for her, and she had to leave. She was confident about her title, having gathered a team of awesome psy pokemons. Her only regret was that she couldn’t bring Mewtwo with her…
The morning of her departure, she wanted to talk to Mewtwo. She was told he was in the training room, doing some gym. She heard a regular, weird noise, when she approached the room.
Bunk… Bunk… Bunk…
She discreetly entered the room: Mewtwo was doing some martial arts katas. His eyes were closed. So, he was on meditation. Every time he pointed his hands towards the wall, an air ball appeared and crashed on it, doing a Bunk. He didn’t realize it. He was meditating, he didn’t know that he was using psychic powers to move the air around him. Sabrina was sure that if he was « awake », he couldn’t have done it. 
She didn’t dare to interfere, but she absolutely wanted to say him goodbye. She coughed.
Mewtwo lost focus. He opened his eyes and watched her.
« Oh, it’s you, Sabrina !
_ Sorry to disturb you…
_ Nevermind. I was just doing some exercise.
_ Well, I wanted to say goodbye. My vacation time is over. I have to go to Saffron Arena.
_ You’ll leave the island ?
_ Yes. I’m gonna live there.
_ Too bad…
_ Don’t say that ! We’ll meet again.
_ I’m sure we will. Till that time, take care of you, Okay ?
_ Yeah. I promise. And one more thing… »
She suddenly kissed him on the lips.
« I wanted to thank you for what you did. »
She left the room, saying a last goodbye. She didn’t have a crush on him ( she wasn’t one of those weirdos ), but she thought he was someone special. And she did really like him.

	Mewtwo was sad and relieved at the same time. Sad because he liked this girl, and relieved because when she kissed him, he had feared another « Gladys the pervert ». He looked around and saw the « mysterious » cracks on the wall.
« What the… ? »