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Would you rather be with someone young enough to be your daughter, or old enough to be your mother?

If those were my only choices...

Older, because I'm not a pedophile. 

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have you taken Arceus as your lord and savior

No, but I talked to him once a long time ago.

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Have you ever done a line of cocaine off of a hooker's foot?

No...

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How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of your tootsie pop?

Never counted. But I wouldn't mind someone helping me to find out~

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Proton nodded. "You can say she stepped out of retirement for a time while Giovanni was away. I got to work under her." That was putting it very  lightly and he knew it.

"Oh?" His attention transitioned from the fidgety dragon pokemon to Miyamoto. "I would love to have her fight against something more challenging than the grunts' pokemon."

Jino could no longer contain herself once she heard the word "fight." The Deino hopped up onto her feet and get out its best roar.

"I'd hate to let all that energy go to waste." Said Proton "Sure, let's do this."

Generational Interlude

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Wait, you got married? When did that happen, and to who?

Things are quiet

I haven’t heard from the boss in a while. I can’t say I’m too worried though. I’ve been busy getting used to being a married guy. Hahahaha!

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"Yeah. We get along pretty well." That was an understatement. Mercede practically preferred Proton over Giovanni in terms of son material. She had even gone so far as to say that Proton made a better heir for Team Rocket. But alas, it was not to be, and Proton was kicked back into his place (quite literally) by The Boss after his return.

"I meant to visit her over the holidays but I didn't get around to it." At least he had remembered to send her a package with a card and a few of his recipe in a jar gifts. When sending gifts to people who have everything they could want, homemade gifts were generally well received. That or alcohol. There was a bottle of Floaroma Town mead in that package too.

The Deino's attention turned to the Jolteon at that point. Jino sniffed and huffed at the other pokemon, and she continued to fidget in her spot. It was cute in its own way, like a puppy trying to contain its excitement after its been told to sit and stay. Except this puppy had a mouthful of razor sharp teeth and a bad attitude.

"Yeah, I've heard all about that. I've never trained a ponyta myself though." He looked down at the dragon pokemon. She had been a lot more antsy than usual. "With the way she's acting, I'm willing to bet she's close to evolving."

Generational Interlude

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Proton's eyes widened slightly at hearing Mercede's name. He nodded. "Yeah, I know Mercede."

He listened to her story. Well, if she was one of the Madame Boss' top agents, then it wasn't all that big of a surprise that Giovanni was willing to let her come back. Every once in a great while the Boss tossed out a charitable act, this sounded like one of them.

Proton looked down at Miyamoto and his Deino when the woman knelt down. The little dragon sniffed towards Miya, huffing puffs of air at her.

"Yeah, she does. Careful, Jino likes to bite too." Proton had to make an adjustment to his uniform and get thicker gloves. His hands bore plenty of teeth marks underneath that fabric.

As if to prove his point, Jino snapped her teeth together but didn't go for Miyamoto.

"Hey, knock that off." Grumbled Proton as he nudged the Deino with his foot again. "She's not a grunt, treat her with some respect."

Jino fidgeted in frustration at getting nudged again, causing her to snap at Proton's boot and catching a mouthful of the steel toe. Proton wasn't fazed by this and shook the pokemon off with a quick jerk.

"She's a handful..."

Generational Interlude

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suavespy started following you.

Well, hello there~

Name's Proton. Who're you?

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Proton stood up and saluted to Giovanni. "I will, Boss."

"Uh, Happy Holidays and all that." He said before leaving the office. Proton was very glad he got out of there without any damage. That was great! 

And after a bit of work, he was going to be free for the Holidays.

Protocol For Proton: Giovanni and Proton

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"Miyamoto..." Proton tried to think if he had seen this woman before. She was obviously with Team Rocket for some time. She looked older and wasn't a grunt. Plus she didn't show any fear towards him.

"Sorry, can't say I've heard of you. Are you an Agent transferring from one of the other bases?" That was the only reason he could think of as to why he didn't know her.

With the grunt and his pokemon that they were beating up on gone, Proton's Deino ran over to his side. The little dragon sniffed at the air in front of her, smelling the Jolteon. She growled at the electric pokemon, but a tap against her side from Proton's boot stopped that. This wasn't a time to be fighting.

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"Yes, of course. Is there anything else you need to discuss with me, Boss?"

Proton wasn't going to just excuse himself from Giovanni. As much as he would have liked to, that would have been rude. 

While he waited for any further conversation or a dismissal he considered his options for the holiday... And void it to be rather devoid of anything. Proton hadn't heard any word from his buddy Archer since Sinnoh, and he hadn't seen the other Executives even before that. He also hadn't heard from Matori, which was disappointing. 

Man, it was going to be a lonely Christmas. How boring.

Protocol For Proton: Giovanni and Proton

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Proton nodded graciously, thankful for the reward. He needed some time to himself to clear his head and do some training with his pokemon.

"I need to catch up on my work here at base first. After the next week is over I'll take my vacation then, before the holiday." 

Arceus knows the grunts would be happy to have another break from him so soon. He came back with a vengeance on them, pushing them to the limits in their physical training since they had gotten soft in his long absence. They were going to need some recovery time.

Protocol For Proton: Giovanni and Proton

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"Thanks, Boss." That was as close to getting a compliment he was going to get from Giovanni. Proton knew he had been treading on thin ice ever since the beginning of that mission, and he was glad his efforts to get back in the Boss' good graces had been noted. However, he wasn't expecting what came out of the man's mouth next. A vacation?

"I'd say... about a year." Was he really going to get one? Proton wasn't going to turn that down. The man was in need of one.

Protocol For Proton: Giovanni and Proton

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With Proton's return to the base it was back to the basics for him. It also meant that vacation time was over for the grunts that worked under him. He could tell they had softened up after the nearly nine months he had been away. He felt he had too, but wasn’t going to tell anyone that.

Team Rocket’s cruelest Executive returned with a vengeance upon his company of grunts. His initial demeanor had been relatively calm when he first returned, but even in the small amount of time after his arrival something happened that set him off into a fury. There were plenty of whispered words in the halls that hinted at the possibilities. Perhaps he was upset because he had failed to capture the leader of the rival gang in Sinnoh, or he had gotten in trouble with Giovanni again for one reason or another, no one knew for sure. The reason didn’t matter because they were all suffering for it.

Miyamoto did indeed stumble upon Executive Proton while he was in the middle of training. There was a field dedicated not only to training in pokemon battle, but also in physical fitness of the trainers. Most of the grunts were being pushed to their limits in running laps, push-ups, pull-ups, etc. A smaller group was put through their paces in battle, both with pokemon and without. It was Proton’s style to use his pokemon to his own advantage in a fight, and he was demonstrating that to this group of grunts.

“Remember!” Barked the green haired Executive to the grunts that surrounded him. “Beating someone fairly in a pokemon battle is not what we’re here to do! Simply take out the trainer and you save yourself a lot of trouble!” There was a new pokemon by his side. It was a small, black and blue pokemon that was definitely not native to the region, and it fidgeted in anticipation. “Use your pokemon wisely!” With no further warning Proton slammed down the pokeball that was in his hand and released his Weezing. Once out, the pokemon opened up with a smog attack at one of the nearby grunts and his Raticate. Proton dashed into the smog, and with a whistle he commanded the Deino to follow in with him. They disappeared into the smog, and the confused shouts of the grunt and his pokemon were the only hints as to what was going on. That is until the other grunts were smart enough to use their Zubats to blow away the smog and reveal the aftermath. Sure enough, there was Proton pinning down the poor grunt with a boot to his chest and the Raticate doing its best to try to fight off the Deino.

Proton caught sight of Miyamoto approaching and decided to end the lesson there for now. “Not bad for starters, but you’re going to have to think and act faster than that next time.” He stepped off of the grunt and called off the dragon pokemon with another whistle. “That’s enough. Now all of you go run laps until the session’s time is up!” The grunts didn’t waste any time in getting away from Proton, which left him and his pokemon to greet Miyamoto.

“That’s right. I’m the one and only Executive Proton. Who might you be?”

Generational Interlude

Miyamoto had built a habit of visiting the base if she was bored during the day. She wasn’t generally around the Game Corner while the sun was up. Rather, she worked when business was in full-swing; in the nighttime, when the sinners came out to play.

By her heels was an old friend: a Jolteon, who seemed cool and relaxed outside of its Pokéball. The pair nearly walked in step. That is, until Jolteon slowed and stopped walking altogether, distracted by some nearby sound.

Miyamoto noticed her partner’s absence in the immediate and stopped herself, looking over her shoulder at the Pokémon with curiosity written on her face. “What is it, Jolteon?”

A foreign sound had caught the spiky yellow Pokémon’s attention. And as Miyamoto watched its ears twitch, she began to listen herself, even though her ears weren’t as strong. She heard nothing. “Care to show me?”

Jooolteon… It took slow, deliberate steps at first, before speeding to a jogging pace. As the two continued on, Miyamoto picked up on the sound herself and cracked a smile. There was a trainer in their midst. Jolteon was hearing battle cries.

The two stopped a decent distance away, as not to impose. At first, it seemed as though they weren’t even noticed—probably for the best. Teooon. The electric type stretched, pushing its weight onto its hind legs, before standing back up again. Its job was done, and its curiosity sated. Although… Jolteon eyed the training Pokémon with an intense discerning look. Just what was that?

Although Miyamoto didn’t know the Pokémon off the top of her head, she did get the feeling that she recognized the trainer. Green-haired with a newsboy cap on… why yes! She knew the one. The magenta-headed woman stepped forward to make herself known, an amused smile on her face. “Ah, I’ve stumbled upon one of the Executives, am I right?”

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“My own performance…” Proton echoed, and carefully considered his response. He had plenty of time to pursue other goals in Sinnoh while Sird was busy. It would have done him no good if he had spent it doing nothing to aid Team Rocket. He had no intentions of coming out of Sinnoh empty handed.

“All things considered, I think I did alright. Not as productive as I hoped, but I didn’t come out of this with nothing.”

He didn’t hesitate in continuing in order to explain himself. “I decided to start with the basics first, and came to find out Sinnoh has no Slowpoke.” Ah, the old standby; his trademark Slowpoke tails. "I took the opportunity to garner interest in our product of Slowpoke tails since that business has been slow as of late.” It proved to be a very enjoyable time for Proton. He got to hobnob with top chefs and restaurant owners in Sinnoh, all the while touting the delicacy of Slowpoke tails by means of his mastery of cooking up dishes with it. “I’m happy to say that I got quite a few orders put in and it’s likely to grow once the word gets out.”

There were other things too, of course. “I also took a look at the Game Corner they had in Veilstone. I managed to get my hands on one of their slot machines for our people to look at.  It’s easy to get a high payout real fast with their machine, but there’s a mini-game within it that might inspire our slot builders. I’m going to hand it off to them and see what they do with it.”

Proton frowned slightly, knowing that was pretty much all he had managed to get out of Sinnoh himself. “Overall, Sinnoh doesn’t have a whole lot going for it. Their biggest thing is their advances in energy technology. Looking into getting their stocks is more Archer’s thing than mine. Coal power, solar power, wind power… We’ve already tapped into their ‘brain power.’” He smirked and almost let out a chuckle, but he stopped short in front of the silent Giovanni.

“Ahem … They got some really great mead in Floaroma. I bought a couple bottles of the stuff, you interested in one?” Nothing wrong with trying to get the boss’ good side with a bottle of alcohol, right?

Protocol For Proton: Giovanni and Proton