Mikami Nakamura wasn't dead yet. This, in and of itself, was a comfort to him; that his heart was still there, beating in his chest as he slunk low to the ground, trying to mask his presence. He didn't know why exactly he found being alive so comforting, but given his brush with possible death a while back he figured it was best to count his blessings and make sure he kept his head on straight while he still had it on his shoulders. This place seemed to be abandoned, but he couldn't be too careful, especially when he looked back on the disaster that occurred the last time he attempted to do something much like this; he shuddered at the thought, his bony hand shaking even as he tried to make it stop. The skeletal man mopped the sweat from his brow and sighed, looking around. There didn't seem to be much of use here; it was disappointing, considering he'd come all the way here to find..something. Anything worth taking home with him, really. 

Nakamura brushed his long bangs from his eyes and released each of his Pokemon in turn; his Mimikyu, his Golisopod, his Beedrill, and-of course-his beloved Magikarp, the smallest and weakest of his little squadron. He cradled the Magikarp in the crook of his skinny arm, and each of his other Pokemon flanked his sides, ready to attack when(or if) he gave the signal. His Mimikyu seemed to be the most eager to fight, eyes shining with mischief under its cloth as it slipped into his shadow, tail wagging to and fro. That was when Nakamura followed his Pokemon's gaze, finding that someone else-he couldn't see them very clearly from here-was entering this place. Walking right down the hallway towards them, also flanked by multiple Pokemon. 

The man didn't want to give himself away so easily; if this was a fellow Rocket member, they'd have said or done something by now to alert him. He figured it was a League member, but why would one be all the way out here, in a dump like this? Nakamura figured it was best to not dwell on it, though the thought bothered him as he slunk low to the ground, his long legs tense as he slowly dropped into a crouch. He glanced over at his Mimikyu and Beedrill-his most bloodthirsty Pokemon-and shook his head, warning them to not attack out of the blue. Mimikyu's rags drooped slightly in disappointment, and his Beedrill shot him an annoyed, red-eyed glower. Nakamura kept his mouth shut, and tried to remain quiet, moving out of the darkness cautiously, though not cautiously enough...