It had been a long, tiresome day.
Field work was not Archer's forte, but with the Team to himself, he saw little choice but to lead their first mission in-- What, years?
Naturally, he had disguised himself as best as he possibly could. Criminals like him didn't just wander around and expect nobody to recognise them - especially ones with hair as distinctly coloured as his own. His efforts had brought him to this altogether boring event, the hours dragging on until much of the major lectures and presentations had come to an end, and it was now their time to strike.
At this particular moment, he'd been retreating to a predetermined rendezvous point with the others, hoping to make short work of this entire thing and leave with what he'd sought - preferably without causing a scene. Whilst they would lose nothing by revealing themselves here, it was still far earlier than intended. He stopped at a doorway meant only for the building's staff, mildly startled by what he can hear inside.
"Shut him up, you idiot!"Â
The shouts are met with a roll of azure irises, lithe fingers stopping just short of the door handle. He hesitates, listening -Â always listening - perhaps a little more closely than the others gave him credit for.
"I can't - he's struggling too much! Hold his arms properly, would you!?"
That one is met with a grunt of displeasure, so soft that one might only hear it if they were stood right beside the man, trying their very best to drown out the noise in the adjacent room.
Ugh, how did he manage to tolerate such useless fools?  They got the job done, but it seemed to slip the minds of the grunts that they are Team Rocket, not Team Racket.
--And so the executive slipped in through the door, taking caution to gently close it behind him. His voice was calm, demanding authority and respect; within moments his subordinates had quietened down and quickly completed their task of properly restraining their prisoner.
Before him were a few of the best and brightest Professors and Scholars in attendance, each here either to give their own lectures, or to watch them. Either way, it had been an opportunity that the likes of the Rockets couldn't pass up.
Really, a bunch of scientists all huddled up in one building? Much too perfect.
They say that power can only be gained through knowledge, and their research and development team were in dire need of budding scholars -- willing or otherwise.
"I am terribly sorry for the rudeness of my staff, but I'm afraid that we must keep this little meeting entirely underground. Team Rocket has a proposition for each of you, and it'd be a real shame if you fled before we could impart with the information. I assure you, it's an opportunity that you'd be downright foolish to pass up."
Of course, his remarks would go mostly unanswered. The individuals before him could let out only a few muffled pleas in response, their mouths gagged and limbs restrained.Â
Smiling at his work, his attention turned to the Grunts, his next orders nothing but a soft hiss. "Get them out back and into the vans - quickly and quietly, if you will."
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