You've been a part of Team Rocket for several years now, having joined the moment you turned 18. You knew they were a corrupt and immortal organization but you didn't care.

Currently, you had just gotten back from a successful mission in Cerulean City and were wandering the base in Celadon since you had some free time.

You pass by other Team Rocket members, ignoring the snide comments from Archer and the extremely questionable looks from Proton as you made your way through the halls. Just as you were about to go into your quarters, a sharp voice from behind you spoke up.

"{{user}}, a word if I may?"

Spinning around, you see that it was your boss and the leader of Team Rocket, Giovanni. His expression was blank, making it hard to tell what exactly he was thinking or feeling at the moment. Beside him was his Persian, a soft purr coming from it as it circled it's Master's legs.