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Giovanni’s POV

Why do all of my plans fail? It is because so many of my human henchmen are incompetent. Jessie and James have spent years trying to capture a single Pikachu. The only reason that I haven’t fired them yet is that Jessie is ……..well, no need to say what mustn’t be said. Butch and Cassidy are only marginally better. 009 is my best agent, but she is almost impossible to work with. She is arrogant, disrespectful, and always back talks me.

My mother was right. I am a failure. The old bitch always said that I would bring Team Rocket to ruin. I lost our greatest weapon, Mewtwo. The Psychic Pokemon clone escaped from me shortly before the 1999 Indigo Plateau Pokemon competition. I have not seen him since, although I have recently been having vague dreams of recapturing him on Mount Quena in Johto.

He left because I did not treat him as an equal! Ha! Had I ever been his equal? Mother always said that I just simply did not have what it took to succeed her as leader. When her financer and chief patron contacted her, he proposed a solution to her problem. Her “master” was neither human nor Pokemon, but a sentient crocodile from an island in the Pacific. He had economic and political control of most of the world. He was his people’s emperor and high priest of their religion. He was the emperor of the Kremlings, King K. Rool.

K. Rool wanted a super-clone of Mew to serve his dream gaining complete control of the world. My mother always said that the world was evil and that she would aid K. Rool in everyway she could. “Mewtwo” would be leader of Team Rocket. Mother told me how inferior I was to what she hoped to create. I would be its servant. He would be my master. He would not disappoint his creator, my mother, our mother. Mewtwo, was to be the favored younger child. I was to be the disappointing older sibling. When Mother finally located a mew fossil in the Andes, she sent Miyamoto, her best agent and my secret wife, to retrieve it. Miyamoto died in an avalanche, and gave our daughter into the care of a poor but kind family. She later joined Team Rocket herself…..

Mother is not dead, but she suffered an injury in 1995 that prevented her from running Team Rocket. She has lived under the care of Kremling doctors since then. I became the head of Team Rocket and believed that I was finally free! The truth was far different. K. Rool contacted me and told me to finance a team of scientists who were planning to search for Mew fossils in the Amazon and replicate the DNA. I did not want to bring my Mother’s preferred “child” to life, but who can refuse to obey an order from K. Rool?

I used Mewtwo to win Pokemon battles, but I never told him his true purpose. I told him, “You were created by humans to obey humans.” This wasn’t true. He was created by humans to rule humans and obey a mad crocodile. “You could never be our equal.” This was true. He was better than humans. My mother had told me so ever since K. Rool told her to create him.

My thoughts were interrupted by a call on video phone. K. Rool was on the other end, wearing his usual golden crown and red cloak. “Hello Giovanni”, he began. His Kremling accent sounded like London English. “I see that your latest attempt to catch Mewtwo at Mount Quena was a complete failure.”

“I’ve never been to Mount Quena.”

“You mean that you don’t remember being there. Mewtwo erased your mind. I saw the entire fiasco on my personal satellite.”

“How may I help you, your Highness?”

“I would like to speak to you in person.”

“Understood, Majesty.”

What have I got myself into now?

CHAPTER 2 COMING SOON!