[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.]
Executive Archer
[Proton hadn't strayed too far from his body yet, so when there was a commotion, he took notice.
The sound of rattling chains slowly grows louder as the ghost of Proton approaches Archer.]
Deadly Rocket
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
