The executive sat in his office, sipping coffee from the mug he held in his hands. He stared out the window. Viridian City was as lively as it usually was in the early afternoon. Beyond the edges of town, the executive could see the timberline edge of Viridian Forest, amongst other natural landscapes common to the Kanto region.

Setting his beverage down on its coaster on his desk, he stroked the Persian napping beside his chair. He presently recalled how this Persian came to his side. There had been a time when it was a Meowth that stood faithfully beside his master. But this Persian and that Meowth were two different beings. A few years ago, he entrusted his servant to two promising new recruits. For a time, they brought him nothing but success. But all good things come to an end, and this case was no exception. It was not long after they had become wanted criminals by the authorities that they fell into disfavor. It was not because they were criminals, though. Indeed, he had several people in his employ that were wanted by the authorities. No, he distrusted them because they became failures almost in the blink of an eye. Around that time, they reported a Pokémon Center snatch-and-run that turned sour when a new Pokémon trainer foiled their attempted robbery and sent them blasting sky-high. Since then, they not only failed to achieve any level of success, but they persistently begged him for loans (almost all of which were never repaid).

The executive himself never experienced such failures. When he became an adult, he was taken into the employ of the very syndicate founded by his mother, all those decades ago. He was strong, confident, and radiated the makings of a leader. It was no surprise to anyone, therefore, when the old woman named him her successor upon her retirement. He had, since then, taken the syndicate to new heights, and before long, it was a well-known organization. Smiling, the executive took another sip from his coffee and remembered the successes that brought him to where he was today, who he was today. He was Giovanni. The head of Team Rocket, and the Gym Leader of Viridian City (he didn't consider the latter title legitimate, as he was often too busy to meet with trainers seeking their Earth Badge).

Presently, his musings were interrupted by his secretary announcing on the desktop intercom that the guests had arrived. Giovanni acknowledged this, and had the visitors sent into his office. He had been expecting them. By chance, he had encountered other syndicate heads in recent weeks, and they all acknowledged their desire to meet and discuss interests. Though each syndicate ran its own agenda, all sought one thing: total world domination. Giovanni looked at each of his three guests. They stood side by side. From left to right, there was Archie, the head of Team Aqua, hailing from the Hoenn region. Next to him stood Cyrus, the head of Team Galactic, hailing from the Sinnoh region. And then, Maxie, head of Team Magma, also of the Hoenn region. It was known to Giovanni and Cyrus that there were tensions between Archie and Maxie, as well as their respective factions. These two will need serious motivation if they are to work together. Only united can we pull this off, Giovanni pondered.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen. I assume you all know why you are here. We have matters to discuss. Matters…of a most pressing nature. Before we begin, may I offer anyone anything to drink?"

Each syndicate executive partook of the proffered generosity. Once everyone had received their desired beverages, they all sat around the desk. They plotted the afternoon away. By the time the plan was finalized, and everyone had taken their leave, the sun was setting on the horizon, burning the sky a fiery orange color. It was decided. Each syndicate would perform its specialty in the major regions of the world. Soon, everyone in the Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh regions would be under the control of the executives. And each team would provide backup for one another. It was a great plan. Every conceivable problem was amended out of the equation.

If all goes smoothly, and we all support each other, then the world shall soon know its masters. Giovanni finished the paperwork at his desk, then headed home. He was satisfied with the turnout of things. A master plan. And nobody capable of resistance.