to let one of his executives into the silph. co. building was risky, but the risk was all worth it. he hadn’t seen archer in—how long? it seemed like months. he certainly hadn’t seen him since he became the president of silph co., of course. they were discussing the newest test of silph’s and rocket’s latest innovation. something akin to what he had used on mewtwo many years ago. something that enhanced a pokémon’s power ten- fold. and the test results were extremely favorable. pushing his cigarette into the ashtray on his desk, he replied:
"very well, i’ll have you know. soon models will be available to the lower members once you and ariana have tested them yourselves.”
with a low chuckle, he tilted his head back to release leftover smoke from the corner of his mouth. then he plucked his glass of wine from the desk.
a hand is brought to his chin, callused finger finding a niche on the pad of his lip as its curvature shifts. its a movement of absent mind: concealing the pleased simper that took his mouth. the glory of team rocket and the reverence of its ideologies had since quelled. beneath the hands of a boy with eyes that had the color and capacity of rust and his garish successor, white jacks had to be strewn. the pace at which success was moving was, damn him if he were to admit it, foreign. it had been far too long, and he, with his whole heart & mind, believed that he was to blame. however, now was not the time for apologies. ' fantastic. the investments have been quite modest as well, leaving our budget more than sufficient to move on to the larger projects we had planned. we haven't seen this amount of potential since the mewtwo project begun. ' he had begun thinking aloud. a nasty habit, he dully noted. ' that is, if i may say so, sir. '
