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.
Executive Archer
Yamask. At least you'd still get to see my face...
Ah, yes. Those guys... I didn't really, you know... see them.
It all happened so fast, and then I was gone... But I might have an idea where you can start looking for clues.
[Proton seems agitated just thinking about it.]
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Deadly Rocket
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.
Executive Archer
Not a joke, unfortunately... Wish it was. It'd be way funnier.
Look, the guy I was supposed to go after? He hired some extra muscle. Wasn't expecting him to wise up like that.
[He floats over to his body.]
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Deadly Rocket
...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???
Executive Archer
[Proton stares for a moment before bursting out into uncontrollable laughter.]
You should see the look on your face! Ah, I wish I had a camera, that's priceless.
[Once his laughing fit calms down, he floats closer to Archer.]
Didn't know if you'd come get me yourself or not.
Deadly Rocket
[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
