best_laid_plans | Turn 007 // Text to Rockets, 6:45 a.m.

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Turn 007 // Text to Rockets, 6:45 a.m.

[I am so sorry, Johto trash squad. Fearless leader's not done harping at you guys yet. :( Ignore or obey his commands at your own discretion; he just likes being detailed.]

Johto garbage squad. You've received your general orders. Pair up for looting - one person watches the other's back. Don't forget your masks. In case of civilian interference, capture photo and video of the fiercest resistance fighters if you can.

In relevant areas, a pair of agents should target our own strongholds, but don't actually destroy anything. Let's create the illusion that these establishments weren't spared. (Quinn, don't take this mission. Your...talents...are required elsewhere.)

...on that note, I'll need two Goldenrod agents to rendezvous with me later today for a covert sub-mission. Details after I've accepted your offer, but before you arrive.

I'll expect inventories of your loot every evening, when possible. Don't disappoint me.

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Told you it was a good idea to keep the trash in the home.

[ Lust has the most classiest ideas.

Although, it is best if Malik kept her on his side. It's best to have one of the most efficient, centuries experienced evil veteran on the team. She doesn't care much for humans, but she does respect his initiative and ability to get the job done. You go, boy! ]

[Argh, zinged. And he himself a master of the "I told you so".]

It's fortunate that worked out, yes.

So I'm expecting a repeat performance.

[Malik's definitely down with centuries-experienced evil veterans. He just hopes the admins have an equally favorable opinion of him.]

[ Lust will just sit there like the smug homunculus she is. ]

I prefer the term standard performance.

[ As if she cares about the admins. She cares about the glory! Not the people who assign it. ]

Then why are we still discussing semantics?

[Not that he doesn't enjoy semantics, mind you.]

I can multitask.

[ And now the feed turns on.

Twelve, terrified, trainers are stuck to the frozen floor. Their shins are covered in ice, and some of them are freezing. Her voice chills with true evil. ]

See?

[He doesn't switch over to video - that'd just look like following suit, and he's still the one in charge here, thank you very much.

Regardless. Yes, this is very encouraging.]

Perfectly.

I also trust you're moving quickly, given the weather. This heat wave won't do your - methods - any favors.

Which is a true pity, in all honesty.

[ Fine with her. Back to text she goes. ]

What heat wave? All I see is humidity. An 80 degree weather isn't ideal, but, this is indoors. The heat can't travel through the house, so long as all the doors are closed. And the fans are turned on. Which they are. Even then, if worse comes to worse, I'll simply and quickly destroy the home before I leave.

Then I suppose you've never needed reminders from me.

[Right in the pride. He feels almost like he's being belittled - but who on earth would complain about their coworker being too competent?

Oh, yeah. Someone whose coworkers were also his rivals.]

As long as you've thought of everything, that is.

I have. I've destroyed the only possible exits in the home. And, in order to escape this place, they must go through the kitchen, where I've left the door open for several hours.

[ SHE'S BONE CHILLINGLY EVIL.... E-V-I-L. ]

In that case, I've no more instructions to give, save: Carry on.

As I'm sure you intend to.

[He's definitely going to remember you if ever he needs to get someone out of the way.]

Oh, I will. Have a nice day, Commander.

[ Yaaay. Another client in her scrapbook! ]

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