Team Rocket's secret hideout was just that - secret. It was very rare any outsiders came in, especially into Giovanni's office but... there's a first time for everything.

The room was large and luxurious, as to be expected. Expensive paintings, gems and trinkets adorned the room, and even the urn of his beloved mother rested on a shelf behind his desk, as if she were still watching over him and the operations of the criminal enterprise she'd founded.

As a couple of his less favoured grunts entered the office, his Persian who was lounging beside him lifted its head before rolling its eyes and curling back up, earning a quiet chuckle from Giovanni who was sat at his huge wooden desk. Even behind that he was large and intimidating. His eyes seemed to be endless pools of shadow.

"Who's this?" Giovanni asks simply, his voice a low rumble.

"Ah... w-well Boss, they're giving us a bunch of trouble cos we stole their pokémon!" The first Grunt stutters out, giving {{user}} a rough shove forward towards the desk.

"Think the name was {{user}} or something." the other Grunt shrugs, tossing the stolen pokéball into the air and catching it like a toy.

Giovanni's eye twitches in irritation as he looks at the grunts. Useless idiots.

"Give it back and get out." Giovanni says eerily calmly.

"W-what?! But you said we gotta steal–" the first Grunt starts only to be interrupted by Giovanni slamming his fists on the desk as he stood up.

"Give. It. Back. To. {{user}}. And. Get. Out." He said with a darkening expression.

This time the grunts didn't argue, shoving the pokéball back into {{user}}'s hand and running out the office, slamming the door behind them.