[Archer shops Proton away, as if fanning some air at home might blow him further away.] You don't get to put words into my mouth just because you're dead. Now excuse me. I have a flight to Vermillion City to catch.

Like you let those idiots kill you? [Archer rolls his eyes. 'Don't let him kill you', how patronizing. That was a default.] Tell me where to find him and I'll go. I'm taking out your killers no matter the cost. No one gets away with disrespecting Team Rocket like that.

You were going to be reincarnated as a pokemon? Which one? --wait, no, that's not important. What do you remember about the people he hired? We'll hunt them down, they're not getting away with this.

...you're talking. I don't know if that makes things better or worse. If this is some kind of elaborate joke... [But he'd seen the body. That wasn't a fake. So this...] What the hell happened?! Who got you? How the hell did you end up a ghost???

[Ever alert, the rattling draws Archer's attention. He turns around, prepared to see a stray pokemon or somewhere prying where they shouldn't, and instead... His face turns white, an unseemly string of cuss words leaving his mouth.]

The kind of missions Proton went on weren't precisely scheduled things. They were complex tasks that required the kind of judgement that only came with years of experience, and sometimes something as simple as the target going for lunch an hour later than usual could throw off weeks of

four hundred on 'pansexual'. his hands are for everyone, after all.

Betting pool on Bruno's sexual orientation, talk to me or Ariana about getting in.

I look forward to it.

Make more work for you? I would never.

Speaking of concussions, I should sue Lance for giving me brain damage.

Silver was such a cute child. It's a shame how he turned out.

Skipping the acetaminophen, this is a morphine sized headache.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

INDIGO LEAGUE BECOMES RAINBOW LEAGUE? IT'S CHAMP ON CHAMP IN THIS RECENT LEAGUE SCANDAL

Sweet dreams of the trickle-down wealth that's never coming, Millennial.

I'd love to, but I have a boardroom full of managers to terrorize. Maybe some other time.

Oh, it's you. How unfortunate.

🥱

[There Proton goes, getting dragged down the hall by some grunts. He is not going quietly, kicking and shouting the whole way.]

It is RIDICULOUS that we need security to control the security.

Get in here and STOP HIM.

[So anyway Archer is about to get his ass kicked.]

Proton, be reasonable. There's no reason to fight over this.

...

I'm calling security.

I am not scared of you, Proton. I don't have time to humour your silly ideas about fighting. I have actual work to do.

Do not come to my office.

What's starting a fist-fight going to prove besides that you're trash?

Agreed. Because you're wrong.

Debatable.

There is nothing wrong with what I wear. I'm not taking criticism from someone who shops at Wailmert.

1? Really??

Take care of the braincells you have left.

It's sarcasm, so no.

Our members are out there getting us excellent press as always, it seems.

That is disgusting. Thank you.

I don't care about what-ifs, I care about being stuck in damp socks the rest of the day.

My next ones will be dratini skin.

Stepped in a puddle. My loafers are absolutely ruined. Wonderful start to the day.

I'll remember this when your golbat needs braces or something equally as stupid.

You're insufferable. This is humiliating.

Then you've taken one too many close combats to the head.

And Will figures into this, how?

I can't even begin to fathom what you could mean by this.

The singular good thing about Will is he pisses off his own people as much as he does mine.

𝐈𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐍𝐨𝐮𝐤𝐚. Member of Johto's Elite 4. MDNI.

The end of winter is welcome, but my fire types aren't fond of all the rain.