Gillian sat in a rolling chair at a desktop computer in the Pokemon Center, smiling as he listened to an unusual conversation taking place at the front desk behind him. He removed his watch from his wrist, and flicked it to reveal a USB plug. He plugged it into the desktop computer, and used the mouse to navigate to a video thumbnail which became full screen.
"That'd be a first!" The voice of the excitable nurse echo'd throughout the mostly empty Pokemon Center.
"There's a first time for everything, and this time we're the victims." An older woman's voice responded.
"Those briny blaggards bombed our boat." A man whined. "Those sea faring scalawags smashed up our submarine!"
"Meowth. That's right." A third, nasally voice concluded. Gillian giggled.
"Hey what are you laughing at buddy?" Meowth said, walking over to the boy. "You think this is funny?"
"Oh!" Gillian exclaimed, as he looked at the Pokemon. It stood on two feet, relied on two crutches under its armpits, and was wrapped mostly in medical bandages. "N-No, I just..."
"Is it funny to you that I look like a mummy?!" Meowth hobbled closer to the desk, and on its toes asked, "Who's that cutie?" The cat pressed space-bar on the keyboard, and a woman in dragon leather armor surrounded by a beach at sunset faded into view.
"Gillian," The woman began, "I'm astonished you discovered the kidnapping in Saffron City. Well done." The Dratini he had raised slithered into the shot behind her boots and squeaked toward the camera. "In three days Team Rocket will attack Cerulean City's Pokemon Center. I want you to infiltrate them when they do. Your dragon is safe, but you mustn't take it with you. Team Rocket would steal it and kill you if you did." Thunderous footsteps shook the recording, and then a Dragonite stood beside Clair, holding cloths folded atop its arms. She picked up half of the outfit, and held it by the shoulders to let gravity unfold it. A light gray, sleeved shirt, sporting a red letter R on its chest, hung from her grasp. "Likewise, you'll be noticed if you wear the garments I gave you before, so talk to the inn keeper in Cerulean City, and tell them you'll need 'special' accommodations prepared for tonight."
The woman gave the shirt back to Dragonite, allowing Gillian the time to remove and inspect a pokeball from his overalls. "Gillian, I'll bet you've never seen a truly evil person before in your life, so keep my Pokemon with you at all times. It'll keep you safe. Goodbye Gillian." The image faded to black.
Grayish gloved arms draped across Gillian's chest, as a calm and sinister voice spoke near his cheek. "Is that her Pokemon? You'd better not lose it... Gillian..."
"Don't harass the trainers, Jessie!" The nurse threatened to hop over the front desk with her body gesture. As she was preoccupied though, the man who had accompanied the woman plucked a pokeball from the healing machine, shrank it and stuffed it in his pocket.
Gillian gulped upon turning his head to see a woman with long red hair, and who wore a version of the outfit Clair had just shown in the recording, its primary difference being that its stomach was cut off to reveal a short black undershirt and navel. She snagged the pokeball from his hand and stood up straight, then clicked it to release a fluid red light which pooled near her boots until an Abra solidified, sleeping soundly. She lifted it into her arms as the blue haired man arrived behind her, wearing a similar outfit.
"Jessie." She said smiling. "James." The man replied.
The nurse looked at the only other trainer in the lobby, an old man who slept next to a sleeping Togepi. Sighing in frustration, she picked up a phone and began dialing.
Although he turned from the PC, Gillian remained seated, still comprehending the two invaders posing dramatically in front of him. Could there actually be a gang like this in the world? He hummed.
"Meowth, we're going." James said, gesturing with his head. Meowth hopped to snatch Gillian's watch from the PC before it skipped to his comrades.
"Hey!" Gillian stood frowning and clutching his fists. "Whatcha gonna do about it, kid?" Meowth said, extending its claws.
The woman bonked Abra on the head. "How do you start this thing?"
"I got it." Meowth slashed upward, cutting its face, causing its closed lids to open sluggishly. Neon blue light filled its eye sockets as Gillian tackled the woman, and in a flash the company vanished from the Pokemon Center.
Several seconds before the rest of the group, Abra reappeared on the edge of a fountain next to a gray haired girl who had been so absorbed in observing an Omanyte that she hadn't immediately noticed Abra's appearance. In its lap lay a wrist watch and Machop's pokeball, and it growled as if to tell the story. Moments later, the grunts and Gillian came crashing to the ground.
"Ruby!" Without hesitation, Gillian tossed a pokeball to where Abra was sitting, which popped open midair and released a red pool of light into the fountain. His Meganium's broad neck emerged from the water followed by its head, and it locked eyes with Gillian. He turned to the villains, who had yet to get to their feet. "Grassy Terrain!"
Moss sprouted at the bottom of the fountain, eventually turning it green. The moss spread along the surface on which Abra sat, causing the red scratch along the Pokemon's cheek to seal. Grass beneath Gillian and Team Rocket heightened, nearly reaching their ankles. A leafy aroma scented the air.
Amid the smell, the boy felt anxiety drain from his body. "Ruby" He pointed accusingly at them, scowling, and then lifted his arm to the horizon behind them. "Energy Ball!" Sparkling dust rose from the grass and filled Ruby's mouth, in such a quantity that it brought with it a small breeze, before a green loogy exploded from Ruby's mouth into the sky, splitting a cloud.
"Watch where you point that thing!" Meowth said, as the three grunts yelped and hugged each other.
"Ruby!" He pointed at them again, causing them to flee.
"If we leave the fight early do we lose?!" James asked while running. "I suppose we could just say we had to catch a flight!" Meowth responded. "Yeah! A flight of fancy!" Jessie added. In unison the hoodlums yelled, "Team Rockets' blasting off again!"
The boy fell to his knees in the grass and sighed.