Archer, Team Rocket Executive. Team Rocket will rise again.
Executive Archer
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[Archer shops Proton away, as if fanning some air at home might blow him further away.]
You don't get to put words into my mouth just because you're dead.
Now excuse me. I have a flight to Vermillion City to catch.
[Ever alert, the rattling draws Archer's attention. He turns around, prepared to see a stray pokemon or somewhere prying where they shouldn't, and instead...
His face turns white, an unseemly string of cuss words leaving his mouth.]
You were going to be reincarnated as a pokemon? Which one?
--wait, no, that's not important. What do you remember about the people he hired? We'll hunt them down, they're not getting away with this.
Like you let those idiots kill you?
[Archer rolls his eyes. 'Don't let him kill you', how patronizing. That was a default.]
Tell me where to find him and I'll go. I'm taking out your killers no matter the cost. No one gets away with disrespecting Team Rocket like that.
And tucked away in a construction yard behind a stack of pallets, they found him.
Archer peered down at Proton's crumpled corpse while his men ran back to get things arranged for retrieval. Stiff already, blood caked thick where he'd come out on the losing end of the fight.
"What a shame."
...you're talking. I don't know if that makes things better or worse. If this is some kind of elaborate joke...
[But he'd seen the body. That wasn't a fake. So this...]
What the hell happened?! Who got you? How the hell did you end up a ghost???
The kind of missions Proton went on weren't precisely scheduled things. They were complex tasks that required the kind of judgement that only came with years of experience, and sometimes something as simple as the target going for lunch an hour later than usual could throw off weeks of
careful planning.
But this kind of silence was off. Even if plans had changed on the spot they should have heard something by now, and the fact that they hadn't...
Gathering a small team, Archer hit the ground himself to search for any clue of where Proton might have ended up.
Betting pool on Bruno's sexual orientation, talk to me or Ariana about getting in.
four hundred on 'pansexual'.
his hands are for everyone, after all.
