Chapter no.323 What's next ?

[ POV Change ]
[ Celadon City - Team Rocket Base ]
Executive Proton's footsteps echoed through the silence of the underground corridor that led to cells his base in Celadon City. The path was poorly lit with a few yellowish lights spaced apart, which gave the place a gloomy feel. A young agent opened the door to the locked room where they kept the marauder. Proton appeared as a dark silhouette due to the poor light of the place. He entered with a firm step and the gazes of those present turned against him, surprised by his presence.
"Everyone get out", he ordered dryly.
The three Team Rocket agents who had been trying to get information out of the man hurriedly left but not before inclining their heads towards the executive, the agent who had guided him there also left. In the place there were a gasoline can that contained water, some work tools and a car battery with some current connected. His soldiers had amused themselves by torturing this enemy, but without much success, for he had stood his ground without saying a word.
Proton directed his gaze towards the center of the room where there was a small metal table and a cold and dirty chair, illuminated with the white light of a spotlight that swayed above them. There was a young man who must be no more than a few years younger than him, his hands were tied behind the chair. His face was swollen from the blows and one of his eyelids ran bloodied with a large cut above the brow. Proton had his right hand in his pants pocket. He looked at him seriously noticing the wet and dirty clothes. The scent of what he recognized as blood hit him a moment later. The team rocket executive took a few steps towards the boy who gave him a mocking smile.
"Wow, the big boss has arrived", The teasing and daring tone of voice did not go unnoticed by the impetuous boss.
Proton did not flinch, he just looked at him with his deep dark eyes studying every detail that could give him clues. He smirked and placed one of his hands on the shoulder of the young man who shuddered, feeling as if his body warned him of imminent danger. With terrifying speed Proton grabbed him by the hair and smashed his face against the cold metal, the noise was thunderous. The blood spurted from the young's face, who let out a scream of pain feeling his front teeth split in his mouth, the salty taste of blood filled his throat completely and he felt like he was choking, he coughed for air when without contemplations was taken again by the hair and smashed mercilessly against the table.
The team rocket executive walked around the chair and took a knife that was on the metal table, the young's eyes danced in fear, waiting to be attacked again, so he decided to close them and wait for the next blow, but what he felt was a slight feeling of relief when noticing the release of his hands, that he astoundingly raised in front of him, to his chest.
"I'll give you a chance", Proton said in a tone that even seemed sincere.
The young man looked at him doubtfully, he ran his hands over his wrists trying to alleviate the pain he felt in them, and he stood up, looking at the man in front of him, he thought that being one against one he could defeat him and maybe get out of that garbage can. However, he soon realized that he was not in the best position. For a moment silence reigned.
Suddenly the young man began to laugh sardonically. His blood-soaked face made him look disturbed.
"If you show me your face, it's because you think I won't get out of here, right?" He spat at Proton feet, who didn't answer. "You should be more cautious, now I know your face."
" It is an executive's job to present themselves as the face of team rocket. Knowing my face isn't going to matter that much to you. So tell me, where are the other members of Lance's lapdogs hiding ?"
" W,what ?"
" You think team rocket doesn't know, brat. I assure you we know alot more then the league thinks. So I'll ask again, brat. Tell me what I want and you won't get hurt."
" .... "
" ( ~ Sigh ~ ) Looks like you want to do this, the hard way. Clench your teeth, because this is going to hurt " Proton said with a smile as he picked up a pair of pliers.
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[ Celadon City - 0001 Cemetery Lane ]
Green and Yellow walked into the old abandoned building while carrying boxes of take out.
" Hey, we are back ! " Green screamed as she slammed open the door with Yellow pitching in ," and we brought food !"
" Pichu " Chu-Chu exclaimed while holding onto a bag of sauce packets.
Green and Yellow blinked as they saw a shirtless Austin staring off at Jessie who was being held in the air by psychic energy.
" Oh, great the food's here." Austin said as he snapped his fingers and Jessie's struggling body went limp as Austin ran towards the duo.
" You should really wear a shirt."
" Nah, with all the paint these idiots are throwing in this place. I think it's a better idea to not wear a shirt."
" I agree." Yellow silently said as a blush covered her face when Austin and Green glanced at her.
" Well, wear something before we start digging into the food."
" Fine." Austin said as he picked up the take out.
" Chansey, bring in the plates and everyone else, bring in those appetites."
" Ash, what is the next part of the plan ?" Green curiously asked.
" Oh, we are going to convince Jessie and James to work for us."
" How are you going to do that ?"
Austin slicked his hair back and said," With these dashing looks of course."
Green looked on sardonically as Austin whispered," Tough crowd,"
" So how are you going to convince them ?"
" The same way I convinced you, I'll give them something they want as long as they work for me." Austin answered back as Green nodded.
" Well, let's eat before the food gets cold."
" Yeah !"
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[ Omake Paragraph ]
When he received a prophecy that he would rule until pokemon led humans into battle, the tyrannical Shogun of Johto took it as divine sanction for his cruelty. Torture, massacre, and slavery became the order of the day, and even his advisors soon learned to fear for their lives, yet fear of his wrath kept the public in check. He was cruel even to pokemon, dismissing the thought of them leading an army as absurd. When he found a Chikorita absorbing sunlight in the palace grounds, he thought nothing of personally drop-kicking it away; all things considered, he was being lenient.
A street protest was scheduled that day in the town square. It was nothing especially major – a little unrest, a few brave heroes who took another of the shogun's many abuses as an excuse to get themselves killed by the army. When the Chikorita wandered into the square, the soldiers thought it to be a lost pokemon and did not pay it any mind; as the species was practically extinct, they knew little about what it could do. A soothing aroma soon wafted through the city, drawing pokemon from their pokeballs and towards the site of the protest. The crowd grew dramatically, trainers apologizing for their lost pokemon and confused soldiers waving them on, until the crowd's size gave them courage.
When he received word of this, the shogun raced to the town square, emptying the rest of the barracks to bring himself an army capable of crushing the protests. The Chikorita ceased emitting its sweet scent and sent a razor leaf the shogun's way. With the pokemon disoriented from the sweet scent, the trainers charged, the army joined them, the shogun was slain, and Johto was freed. (At least until the next tyrant came around.)