"P-P-P-PROMOTION?!"
Giovanni unplugged his ears, face twisted in a grimace from the trio's zealous response. "Yes. I'm granting you three a promotion."
Another shrill shriek erupted from the three, who were jumping up into a ecstatic hug. A promotion was the last thing on their minds when they were finally summoned to Giovanni's office; they had at least expected to have to grovel to even keep their low status on Team Rocket, let alone be given an even better job. Jessie, James, and Meowth were notorious for their screw-ups, having all ready been kicked off the team many, many times before for their numerous failures against a young boy and his Pikachu.
After their numerous thanks had died down, Giovanni continued, spinning around in his chair to stare at the scenery below. "I'm sending you on a special mission after an extremely rare Pokèmon. Many of our agents have failed to capture it. I'm sure with you…expertise," he choked out the word, "you will not fail me."
Meowth dropped to his knees, the other two soon following suit. "Oh, you kin be sure dat we won't let you down, sir! Leave it to Meowth!" They stammered words of adoration, bowing their heads repeatedly until Giovanni silenced them with the wave of a hand.
"Good. You're dismissed. Don't let me down." The three backed out of the office slowly, bowing and stammering the whole way.
When they were out of sight, Giovanni sighed, rubbing his temples. The Persian at his feet purred, happy to be alone with his master again. Giovanni pressed a button at his desk; a man appeared moments later.
"Yes, sir?"
"Dispose of these." Giovanni tossed a few files on the table. The man obliged, eyes glancing over the name scribbled on the cover. He gasped. "Nebvius? Wasn't that the Pokèmon who was killing all those hikers in the mountains east of Kanto?"
"Yes. I sent those three buffoons after it."
The man looked at the other three files, confusion lighting his eyes. "Them? But sir, they're the worst agents in Team Rocket history! How are they going to capture Nebvius when better agents were killed trying?"
A sinister smile spread across Giovanni's face. "I only said I sent them after Nebvius. I spoke nothing of them returning." His hand wandered to the Persian's head, scratching the Pokèmon under the chin, much to its delight. "I do not take kindly to failure. Dispose of those."
James trailed behind Jessie and Meowth, an apprehensive look on his face. "Guys…Isn't this a bit strange? The boss is being awfully nice to us…"
Jessie stopped, fixing him with an incredulous eye. "James! This is our chance to prove ourselves to the boss! Just think of the rewards the boss will shower us with if we do what the other agents couldn't!"
"Yeah, but Jessie–"
Jessie punched him on the top of his head, knocking him to the ground. "No butts! We're going to catch that Pokèmon, and that's final!" Her scowl twisted into a grin, her eyes glinting with malice. "I can just imagine the look on Cassidy's face when we bring that Pokèmon back to the boss…Priceless!" Jessie was off in her own fantasy land, chuckling darkly to herself.
Meowth agreed with Jessie, off in a fantasy land of his own. "Yeah, and I'll definitely be back in my spot as top cat!" He and Jessie laughed together, continuing on down the hallway.
James rubbed the back of his forehead, grimacing at the lump Jessie had left him. He sighed, pouting. "I still have a bad feeling about this…HEY! Wait up, you guys!" He got scrambled to his feet, rushing after the two.
Camped in a dark clearing, a small campfire illuminating the area, the three poured over a stack of files scattered on the ground. Picking up a yellowed sheet of parchment, Jessie began to read the cluttered text inscribed on the page aloud.
"Nebvius
Ultimatum Pokèmon
First sightings date back to 3000 BC. Ancient scholars believed this Pokèmon to be the God of Death. It was said Nebvius was the one to judge the souls of the dead, deciding their fate in the Afterlife. One report claims that Nebvius destroyed a whole civilization in a single night. Not a trace of the society could be found. They say the last thing you see before you die is this Pokèmon . In 346 AC…"
James shivered, rubbing his arms. "Yuck. Just hearing about this Pokèmon is giving me goose bumps!"
Jessie sighed, tossing the paper back onto the pile. "Stop being such a baby. That's just the babble of some old superstitious idiot." She stretched her arms above her head, yawning hugely. "This is such a bore. Don't they have anything useful in there...like, where we can find this so called "Death" Pokèmon?"
Meowth picked up a picture, it closely. "…There ain't anythin in this picture…Wait a minute…" He pointed with a claw. "Lookit dat!"
Jessie and James leaned in, inspecting the spot. At first the picture seemed blank But when they looked closely, they could see a small golden dot floating in the blackness. Jessie snickered, covering her mouth with a gloved hand. "Other agents could catch THAT? It's tiny!" Her chuckles turned into hysterics. When she regained control, she wiped her eyes, her face intense. "Guys, I think this is our lucky break! We can definitely catch that puny thing!" She jumped to her feet crossing her arms. "The boss will see how good we can be! Will be living in the lap of luxury after this!"
Infected by her enthusiasm, the other two jumped up, fire in their eyes. "Yeah!"
Jessie held out her hand. "Team Rocket will go down in history after this! Nothing will be able to stop us! For Team Rocket!"
The other two put their hands on top of her, beaming. "For Team Rocket!"
They let their hands drop, all of them bursting with energy. James turned to Jessie, smiling. "I think the three of us will finally become the greatest agents of all!"
She smiled back, nodding. "I think this will be the mission we've been waiting for. It's been a long road, but I think we're almost at the finish line!"
After a small meal, the campfire was doused, the three retreating to their sleeping bags, dreaming of the future.
A/N: So, I'm like, not dead! w00t! Well, I'm just really stuck on my other stories, and I've been in a Rocketshippy mood, thus, this was born. Yes, it's extremely short; I apologize. I promise the next chapter will be muuuuch longer...But you might have to wait a while. It's the whole Writer's Block thing...Neeways, R&R!