Giovanni was agitated. His flight was halted because there was trouble with the League and he was needed. An emergency meeting was being called and all League members, gym leaders and the Elite Four included, were demanded to head to the Pokémon League HQ. And since Giovanni was on the Board itself, along with being a gym leader, there was no way for him to be excused.

Especially not with the man they'd sent to tell him and escort him there.

"I really don't appreciate this, Wataru," Giovanni sneered at the Elite. "I have other business to attend to. Things much more important than whatever squabble the League has come up with now."

Lance Wataru of the Elite Four looked as tired as he sounded. "There's no exceptions, Giovanni. Every member must be present, and I think your voice is definitely wanted. It sounds like they're in need of something important from you."

Giovanni subtly clenched his hands. He didn't have time for this. Ash was in Kalos and he had to retrieve her. But he couldn't just ditch this man, who could find out much more than he should. Team Rocket's exposure was definitely a no, especially since it would tie his hands and his resources (especially regarding towards helping Ash) would be limited. He didn't have time to mess about in prison either.

"Sir, excuse my intrusion," he heard Archer from behind him, and he looked to see his second in command dressed in normal clothes and patiently awaiting his address. He nodded towards Lance and walked closer to Archer.

"Giovanni, I can go ahead and head to Kalos in the meantime, while you sort this out," Archer offered. "I will get to her and keep her in custody, and then when you're finished, you can head over there. Or if you wish, I could bring her here already."

"Bring her here," Giovanni ordered. "The faster she gets to be by my side and in a secure location, the safer she will be."

"I understand, sir. I will have it done," Archer dismissed himself, off to quickly do as was expected of him.

Giovanni turned back to Lance in aggravation. "Alright, let's go then. I might as well head out and try to get this annoyance out of the way as soon as possible."

By Arceus, if this was some stupid thing that wasn't really all that important, he would definitely be causing a scene and ripping everyone a new one. Right after he came back from ditching them and rushing over to get to Ash.

The ride to Pokémon League Village, where the Pokémon League Headquarters was located, wasn't too far away from Viridian City, and they were taking Giovanni's helicopter anyway. It was only lucky that Lance had managed to catch Giovanni in his gym, rather than Giovanni having been sequestered away in Team Rocket's Headquarters. As soon as they set down, Giovanni was quick to get off and brushed passed Lance, heading straight for the entrance into the League Headquarters from the building's landing platform area. From there, his strides were fast as he headed to where the meetings were usually held. Once he'd entered, some eyes darted to him, with his entrance catching a few by surprise. Moments later, Lance entered from behind him.

Scowling, Giovanni went to his seat and waited for it to start. Not too long after, the Kanto Elite stood at the front, along with the Board representative. Of course Giovanni would be the only other one from the Board present...

Lance took a step forward, and brought the attention onto him. He glanced around the room solemnly, for once capturing Giovanni's interest.

"This meeting is being broadcasted towards all the regions, with their respective charter of the League Board ending with the same conclusion that will be discussed from in here," he announced, further peaking Giovanni's interest and inciting quiet murmurs from the rest.

"The other charters are currently also gathered in their own region, and listening in to this meeting. Whatever is said by everyone in this room, the final decision will be an interregional agreement. The other members in their own region can voice their own opinion of the matter, but the seniority of the Kanto charter and its precedence in the Pokémon League makes this charter contain final say. Does everyone understand that and now understand the graveness and importance of this meeting?" he looked around.

At everyone's quiet nod, Lance turned towards the side, where five people sat at desks with machines. One by one, they pressed a button, and an agreement came from the speaker that spoke out a region's Champion's voice (who spoke for their respective groups).

Lance took a deep breath. "As everyone knows, Team Rocket has been actively changing their modus operandi, no longer concocting their regular schemes. In fact, they've been actively huntingthese human trafficker groups. This meeting is to address that issue."

At everyone breaking out into more muttering, Giovanni stiffened up. However, he didn't reveal anything else, only continuing to look like he was listening intently.

"Aside from Team Rocket and their unusual change of behavior -and of course their extreme methods that have become alarming to all -the point of this meeting, actually, is about the fact they've highlighted and brought out the issue of the human traffickers," Lorelei stepped in, the ice mistress of the Elite Four looking concerned for once. "It hadn't been an issue before, mostly because no one had really deigned to give it much attention."

"But now that Team Rocket, a notorious group that usually focused on pokémon matters, had switched their focus -they've put the spotlight on the issue and shown to all about the matter," Bruno's voice rumbled uneasily.

A League worker began passing out slim folders to everyone there, and some were just about to open them up when Lance stopped them. This made Giovanni even more curious, especially with the meeting's subject.

"These folders have also been distributed in the other regions," Lance informed them all. "I warn everyone now that inside these folders contain very graphic photos and information. If you do not wish to look into them, that is fine. We will be discussing the contents and you will have no need to look at the contents personally. However, they've been provided with the goal for everyone to truly see the gruesome impact these traffickers have had."

Lance cleared his throat and looked tiredly over the group of gym leaders before him. The other members of the League in Kanto were situated in other rooms, also listening in.

"What's been said in the media, particularly by Miriam Hall, is true. Through every region, there has been a distinct lack of care about these traffickers and involvement with stopping them," which prompted everyone to look at each other, though Giovanni narrowed his gaze at Lance.

"Over the past year, I've personally been involved in trying to find these people and put a stop to their crimes," Lance revealed. "There have been many despicable things I've seen and wished I hadn't. If you open your folders now, you will see the first body I came across, of a 14 year old teenage girl."

There were many hesitant people at the table, before most of them did. Erika obviously couldn't, barely able to even touch the folder with her trembling hands. Neither did Sabrina, but she already looked grim-faced and probably had read it off of Lance's loudly troubled mind. There were cries of disgust and dismay all throughout the room, while Lt. Surge cursed.

Giovanni didn't bother to look at it. He'd already seen it and all the other evidence a long time ago. But remembering it was a 14 year old girl brought up thoughts of Ash and made him inwardly shiver, trying not to connect the two.

Ash would've been 15 by now, wouldn't she...14 when she'd left...

That made him frown to himself. She probably had her birthday in captivity. That wouldn't do. As soon as she got back, he would have to give a real celebration.

"But what can we do?" he heard Misty ask as he tuned back into the meeting. "This isn't really something the League can deal with. It's more of a matter for the police, and even yourself Lance, as a G-man. There isn't really anything the rest of us can do."

Lance frowned as there were murmurs of agreement from the rest of the room, minus a few people. He was going to speak up, when Giovanni started to slowly clap. Everyone quieted down and looked at him. Misty looked confused, though Lance started to feel irritated that Giovanni seemed to be taking this all as a joke. However, the man's next words made him halt his thoughts.

"Nothing to do with us, yes? What about if one day a trafficker manages to snatch you right off the very streets of your home city? Or more importantly, one of your sisters?" he drawled, and Misty reeled back in horror.

Lance watched the Viridian native contemplatively, and allowed the other to speak and even take control of the meeting.

Giovanni stood up, grabbed his folder, and flipped through it as he walked around the room. At halfway, he tossed it onto the meeting table and its contents scattered about, horrific photos lying about clearly, along with pages of in depth information no one wanted to read. Those who hadn't wanted to see the photos at all were subjected to them, and gasped aloud. Erika let out a quiet sob.

"So...these people, with families of their own...most of these victims are children who'll never come back home...they're none of our business? We encourage everyone to go on their pokémon journeys, hold ourselves to the highest esteem and that all look to as role models. And yet here are some of the people that show just how undeserving we are of all that, and even how responsible we partly can be about this. When children want to go on pokémon journeys, they don't think about the dangers and they go out believing everything will be fine and they are safe. We all know that is not true, especially now," his dark eyes rove over the entire group.

Lance, along with the others, were surprised at Giovanni's stance about this whole issue, as much as they were about the way he was speaking to them now and what he was saying. He, of all people, was one they thought would be indifferent overall, and be the one to say it wasn't any of their business. Yet here he was, being the one lecturing them. And Lance was thankful, since it seemed Giovanni was able to get through to all of them, more so than Lance had.

Giovanni slipped a hand into his jacket, taking out the picture of Ash that he had. He held it up for everyone to see.

"This is Ash Ketchum, a friend of mine," he announced. "She is also Professor Oak's surrogate daughter. She has been missing for at least a year, taken by these traffickers in Saffron City," he leveled a look at Sabrina, who didn't look away but did frown.

He looked over the room with a dark look. "I will find her, even if I have to smoke out these traffickers and burn my way through them," he barely held back a snarl.

And hell, he probably more than revealed his hand with that statement, but it wasn't like those in this group hadn't had an inkling of his occupation as the Rocket Boss. He'd hinted and allowed it through the years, simply because the rest of the world wouldn't know, and because he never had evidence to link him to the group. It had been an amusing way to lord it over everyone.

But now he was very serious and very angry, and more than anything, he was ready to lash out at everyone that stood in his way.

The other regions listening may just think he was being scarily serious, but those in this room -having had suspicions -they can get their damn confirmations. He'd almost say this was a waste of time, since he was already taking care of things on his end, if flushing out and punishing those traffickers completely wasn't on his agenda.

"The age may have been upped to 18, but if it's 10 or 21, everyone is vulnerable," Giovanni scowled. "These sorry excuses for human beings want merchandise. And humans are their merchandise. Therefore having those vulnerable to these people, especially if they're out on pokémon journeys, are definitely our concern."

He was stared at, and he was sure that the others in the other regions were surely silent in their own rooms. But he was all business, and he had no qualms culling their naïve outlooks and indifferent opinions with horrifying cold facts and threats.

Lance stared wide-eyed at the man, heart racing and palms starting to sweat. Years...years of him suspecting the other of being the boss of Team Rocket, of becoming frustrated time and again at his failure to catch the other and put him to justice...and here the man had practically implied it. It was, even just a rumor, a known 'fact' that the Rocket Boss had been present and had initiated the immolation of the traffickers caught and found in Vermilion City. Giovanni's words were almost an outright admission to being the boss and to really having done that to those people.

And yet, for the first time ever, he had no urge to send him to prison.

"What do you propose we do then?" Koga spoke up quietly.

"We need to be stricter, find a way to get them all out in the open. In Viridian City, as well as Pallet Town, there's an indefinite curfew in effect," Giovanni exposed. "The authorities are authorized to use force on those they've identified as traffickers, and to bring them in. Lethal if needed, but I prefer it," his dark smile made the others have no illusions about that, or of who he was for sure now.

"I've put in a proposal to our local government, and though I don't have an indication of the other regions or how likely they are to follow our lead, but martial law could very well come into effect," Giovanni divulged to the group.

That caused an eruption of shocked and worried statements and questions from the people in the room. Giovanni frowned and fished out his phone from his pocket, then searching for the recording. He played it and the room silenced at once, hearing the tortured screams coming from the device.

"Be lucky you didn't see the video," Giovanni spat out, glaring at them. "Next time, think about maybe giving up a few things in order to keep a 5 year old kid from being dissected and beheaded. And that's just the short version of what they did to him."

Giovanni stormed out of the room, hearing Lance call a break to the meeting just as he turned into the hallway. The first chance he could, he'll make a break for it. He'll pretend to stick around at break, and hightail it when everyone was distracted going back into the meeting room...

"Giovanni! Wait," he turned and saw Lt. Surge jogging over to him. The blond offered a mild grin, but a glimpse under the man's sunglasses showed a steely gaze. "So, I know you found that group in my city..."

Giovanni nodded. Surge was one of three of the gym leaders who'd known for a long while who he was, and was practically an honorary member of Team Rocket anyway.

Surge gave a sneering version of his grin. "I ain't happy about what's happened, and what's been happening in my city under my watch. If you have any info, anything...I promise you those son of bitches won't be making it out of my city."

Giovanni had let the other know who he was, precisely because of how like-minded and how inclined the other was to his ways.

"Of course," Giovanni answered smoothly. "I'll get you that information promptly. Though if you excuse me..." he spotted the weary and strained-looking Oak standing near the doors of the break room.

He had a professor to inform of one missing girl's location.

~*~*~

"Oh damn," Malva muttered. She and the other Kalos Elite, with Diantha, had sequestered themselves in a corner of their own building's breakroom, staying away from the others. "That was crazy, wasn't it? That Giovanni's intense."

"And given his words, he knows Ash. Our Ash," Wikstrom murmured. "The very same one in Siebold's home."

"And that he's that Giovanni," Malva said wryly. "The very same one Ash talked about saving her and all, and wanting to marry. Guess he didn't forget about her either, and has been searching for her since she went missing."

"Siebold, is everything alright?" Diantha asked worriedly, seeing the usually composed man looking contrite and using his phone.

"I'm trying to call Ash," Siebold told them unhappily. "She's not answering. Actually, this meeting was urgent and forced me to leave right away this morning, so I didn't even get to say goodbye to her. But...I don't even know if she came back last night. I assumed she did, but what if she didn't? What if she's -"

"We'll leave right now," Diantha said firmly. "We'll go back to Lumiose City to check on her. I have a feeling, after Giovanni's little speech, that there's really nothing left to say or do, especially because I doubt he's staying either. We'll just have the others here tell us about what we missed later."

They informed the others of their leave, confusing everyone with their abruptness, but made it away from them all and got themselves a quick ride to Lumiose City.

Hopefully, Ash was safe and sound in Siebold's home.

~*~*~

Serena found her mother in the hotel, looking ruffled and a mess. She couldn't help crying, and her mother was quick to engulf her in a hug.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?"

Serena blurted out everything that had happened. Her mother looked silent and chagrined.

"Let's go to one of the rooms here. We can stay the night," her mother quietly told her, and led her to the next floor and to a room.

Once there, her mother sat her down and looked stiffly at the ground. She sighed heavily, before looking back up at her daughter and giving a pleading smile.

"They were going to take you," she blurted out.

Serena looked at her mom in confusion. "What?"

Her mother grimaced. "We're really down on our luck, Serena. Money's not coming in, and we're saddled with a lot of debt. I...I needed to get us that money, Serena. They told me you would only be gone for a little bit -"

"You were going to sell me?!" she screeched, staring at her mother in horror.

Her mother looked back pleadingly. "It's okay! I didn't have to! You had your friend, and they said they could take her instead!"

"It is not okay," Serena was even more horrified by her mother. "I sent you that picture of me and her to show you we'd found each other and were having fun! I can't believe you...you would just sell her out like that!"

"It was either you or her," her mother said sharply.

Serena looked at her like she couldn't even recognize her anymore. Shaking her head in denial, she backed away from her mother, before running out of the room and out of the hotel. She ran until she found herself at the closed restaurant, where she stumbled to the back and hid by the back entrance, crying to herself and hoping her friend was alright. She fell asleep like that, only to be woken up by a soft but firm tapping on her shoulder. She groggily looked up and saw, to her surprise, Lysandre de Lis standing there and looking at her in calm amusement.

"Young lady, aside from how uncomfortable that position may look, why on earth are you resting there in the first place?"

She sniffled. "I wanted to tell Siebold something. It's really important."

"Tell me what?" Siebold asked, appearing suddenly with the other Elite and Kalos' Champion.

She swallowed heavily, though she idly observed their disheveled and perturbed appearances.

"Ash was taken by people!" she blurted out, before bursting into tears again.

She was surrounded by silence, only to be broken by an unfamiliar voice.

"I truly hope that there's an explanation for all this," a man said icily, and they all looked over to see a light-haired blunet standing away from there, looking at them with icy eyes. "I was hoping to report to my employer with good news, not tell him that Ash Ketchum has been taken again."

"And who is your employer?" Lysandre stepped in, speaking diplomatically, despite the fact that they all had a sinking feeling (minus Serena, who was just confused and upset, and Lysandre who hadn't yet caught up to what the others knew) that they knew just who his employer was.

The man scowled at them, taking out a sleek black gun that he held up and pointed at them.

"No one's business, especially if this group was in any way responsible and part of Miss Ketchum's disappearance," he sneered.

"Woah, woah, woah!" Malva held up her hands. "No need to point that at us! We care about her as much as Giovanni!"

The name of his boss seemed to further agitate him, and Malva realized her mistake.

"That's who you work for, isn't it?" Diantha moved forward to stand in front of the group. She also held up her hands peacefully. "With his speech in the meeting earlier, it wasn't hard to deduce who he was, after a few comments from Ash knowing him, he mentioning her name, and that little quip about 'burning everything in his way.' And you can tell him that we are all friends of Ash. She got away from the traffickers and found Siebold, who helped her and kept her safe. We want to find her just as badly."

The blunet held the firearm up a second longer, before lowering it to his side and then eventually hiding it away.

"Giovanni's not going to be happy about this," he muttered. "And I still want a full report about just exactly what had happened," he gave Serena a look.

And as everyone else turn to her, Serena felt her shrink into herself.

~*~*~

Ash couldn't help that her body was shaking. She was scared and she was being led blindly to somewhere. With her head covered, and her hands tied behind her back, she was walking without any clue as to what was going on and where she was. She was only just lucky that the group she was with had argued on restraining her legs, and decided against it since one of them would have had to carry her.

"Here," one of them said gruffly, and she was pushed somewhere.

She could hear the loud music, pounding into her head and practically thrumming through her body with vibrations. There was laughter, sounding crude and not at all as if they were laughing at something genuinely funny. She could also smell the repugnant odor of smoke and alcohol and sweat -mixing together and creating a heady musk that she was close to gagging on.

The bag was yanked off her head, and she was staring at an attractive man, staring down at her in calm bemusement. All around him, the dark environment of what she guessed was a strip club crowded her vision, and she wanted to run.

"So you're the new girl," he hummed. "I'm Romeo Degrassi, the fine owner of this nightclub."

"Where am I?" she fidgeted and looked around, wishing she could find a way to escape.

"You're still in Kalos," Romeo took out a cigarette and lit it up. He sat in a seat and gestured for her to sit down in the seat next to him. She did so reluctantly. "Not for long though."

She looked at him in fright at that, and his light blue eyes looked back at her calmly.

"I do dealings with the main host of the traffickers," he admitted, ruffling his light-brown hair. "I can supply them with potential turn outs, or just people overall. Other times they've requested I hold down a few of their merchandise and send it towards a buyer's way. You can think of me as a third party distributor and a supplier for them."

Ash began to wring her hands, trying to look for a way out.

"Don't even think about squaring up," he told her seriously. "You don't have the time or energy to try escaping, and I've got to fulfill my business end. Lucky for you, you're not going to a cathouse. There's some organization that bought up a group of people for some kind of purpose or other. Don't care much to know, but I'll admit to you that you'll be heading to Unova."

She squeaked at that, looking at him with scared eyes.

"As far as I know, you'll be leaving tomorrow morning -more like in a few hours, since they grabbed you pretty late and took so long to get here. I was almost late on my quota, since the group was missing at least one more person, but I got lucky with you. I suppose I should thank you," he said professionally, watching her quietly sitting and looking distraught. His tone changed to a softer one, and his gaze became a bit more gentle. "Are you hungry? You should eat something. You'll have a long road ahead of you."

Ash nodded, admitting that she was. Besides, she needed more time to think, and something to fill her up to help her to think in the first place.

Romeo got up and stood next to her, actually holding out his arm like a gentleman. She hesitantly took it and he led her around back, to a small break area that included a kitchenette.

"How old are you?" he asked after he'd sat her down and began rummaging for a pan and oil in the kitchenette.

"I just turned 15 the day...night of when I was grabbed," she sniffed, tiredly rubbing at her eyes. She watched him move around quietly.

"Happy birthday," he said in a light tone, keeping his eyes on what he was doing. "A shame it's turned out like this, hm?"

She didn't answer him, staring down at her lap. A few moments later, she heard the sounds of something sizzling and some crackling as something cooked, and the smell of bacon filled the air.

Her stomach growled slightly, and she acknowledged she really was hungry. Soon enough, he had placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of her, and she couldn't help digging in. When she was done, she placed her utensils down and looked up to see him watching her contemplatively.

"It's funny," he took out another cigarette and lit it up. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of smoke. "Not too long ago, we got kids younger than you walking around the world, thinking they own it. Managing money they earn from gyms and trainers, when they're not even old enough to drink or drive. Can't get work, can't have sex. But they're allowed to travel around on their own, with just some little pet they got trained up to 'protect' them. And trusted to use their money right. And damn isn't that all a laughing stock of a joking mess. I kind of wonder about those parents and how they actually thought that was alright."

He rolled a water bottle towards her on the table, and she got it and opened it up to take several gulps from it.

"From 10 to 18, the age up doesn't really matter in this world with everything going on. 18 still isn't old enough for much, except you can go out and have sex, and get a crappy job. And you," he directed towards her. "You're caught in the middle. Better than 10 and old enough and mature enough, but still not enough to be able to do much in the eyes of the law."

Ash curled up into a ball and buried her face into her knees, but she was thankful she didn't start crying.

"It really is a crying shame," he muttered.

She was surprised and thankful enough that he even allowed her to have dessert in the form of chocolate pie.

~*~*~

Ash watched the women on their stages dance for the men, and couldn't help feeling anxious.

"In an hour, I'll have to bring you to the others," Romeo informed her. "You'll be set up with the rest of the group, and will have to wait until the buyer comes to collect."

She nodded, keeping her eyes on the half-naked women, bodies exotically twisting and turning. He watched her for a moment, glancing at what she was watching.

"You're pretty virginal, aren't you?" he asked nonchalantly.

Her face turned red, but she didn't deign him with an answer. Instead, he watched her carefully, before reaching over and tugging her from her seat and over to him. He guided her onto his lap and she started to freak out.

"Wh-what are you -"

"Teaching you a useful skill," he said frankly. "If you look knowledgeable, they're less inclined to want to teach you themselves. You also won't look like you need to be broken in and go through the seasoning process, especially if you're docile and obedient. The more you are, the better off you'll be."

She bit her lip, but nodded her head in understanding. She didn't know why he was giving her this advice or helping her out in any way, but she was grateful for any bit of kindness.

"Move your torso back, but arch upwards as well. Feel the music to try and get a sense of sensuality," he instructed, and she did so.

She noted idly that her hair was getting longer. And embarrassingly, even her breasts seemed to have grown slightly.

"Shift your body up and rotate your hips halfway. Let your eyes flutter."

He continued to coach her, and she followed through with each direction. His hand grasped the back of her head and pushed her forward, and he mashed his mouth against hers. She almost reeled back, but the hand against her head squeezed slightly in warning and she stilled, letting his tongue slip into her mouth and then slowly moving her tongue to press back.

After, he pulled back and nodded at her. "When you're being kissed, tongue and all, try to move your tongue to the movement of the other's. Most inexperienced kissers just senselessly bat their tongue around, but if you can guide your tongue to their movements, you can make it boost the power play and the fight. Or if you're not guiding your tongue to the others and swiping it around in their mouths instead, probe their mouths for a reaction or gain a sensual touch."

"Okay," she answered quietly.

"And if you have a buyer who likes it more than rough, and...hits you," she flinched, "don't fight back," he advised. She stared at him wide-eyed. "Those types tend to like getting a reaction, and more of those who tend to fight against them. So don't cry either. It makes it boring for them if you don't react how they want you to."

She nodded hurriedly, trying not to think about getting caught in a situation like that.

Romeo sighed. "Then again, if they look like they've gotten too bored, and may even set out to cross a line of sorts -" he didn't say what line and she didn't want to ask "-pretend to finally break and start in on the crying and pleading. It'll probably save your life more than you know, just to give in and give them what they want. That goes for any of them really."

When Ash gave her understanding to him, he nodded towards the dancers.

"From the top," he told her. "Try to copy them and their movements. Learn to give a show, and be able to control the way your body moves more."

Ash silently agreed, and decided to slip off of him. She uncertainly began to sway her hips, before gaining more confidence and then slowly swaying her whole body.

"Good," he murmured. "Try a little flirty, playful smile." She quirked her lips a little, and he began to clap. "Perfect."

At least learning all this didn't seem as bad as when she'd been with Tobias.

"Now try walking over to me like that."

She thought she wished that she could've been captured by the likes of Romeo over Tobias the first time. Even if she was being a little naïve, a part of her thought he sincerely wanted to be nice and help her.

~*~*~

He took a deep breath and licked his lips. He wasn't sure if it was him or if it was hot, but he could feel sweat clinging onto him like the way the nervousness was clutching onto his thoughts. Looking around at the quiet, gathered group in front of him, he couldn't help but think they were too subdued and eerily frightened of him.

The man that had introduced himself as Romeo Degrassi had come over to him, a young but very pretty girl trailing close.

"They are all here, all 32 requested people to help you and your organization with whatever you wanted," the man told him.

He nodded and gave a polite smile, looking over the group again.

"Hello, everyone. I thank you all for volunteering."

For the life of him, he couldn't understand why the group of volunteers just looked to the ground and kept staring at it, nor why the girl by Degrassi's side was looking at him in disbelief.

Giving an unsure smile, he continued.

"I would like to once again thank everyone for their participation in Team Plasma's plans, and I will just introduce myself now. My name is Colress. Dr. Colress Achroma, and I look forward to working with you all."

He couldn't understand why he got such a bad feeling about all this.