Samuel looked over to the grunt that was part of the group handling these Slowbros, crossed his arms and raised a brow.

”And how the hell do your group manage to lose track of five Slowbros?” He then gestured to the one next to them.

”It’s not like they move particularly fast or anything.” The grunt was clearly flustered which was what Samuel wanted in the first place.

”Forget it. Your answer won’t be great anyway.” He shrugged then turning to the other Rocket as she released her wolf and got the scent.

”Alright then great! Let’s get going! Lead the way.”

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”The hard way? Oh heavens no! I’d rather avoid any sort of violence if we can. Little quick on the trigger to get violent, huh?” Samuel responded, not sure if he should be surprised or not by her readiness to take things down that road.

”I’ll take care of this part so don’t worry about it.” He’d tap a Pokéball that had been clipped to his belt, the capsule then opening and releasing the Klefki that was inside.

”Fairy Lock.” He’d order, then tapping on another on that would release a Ralts.

The key ring Pokémon did as commanded and launched a multitude of magical chains and locks that wrapped around the two Slowbro and kept them in place.

”Now for part two.” Samuel smiled, walking over to the two constrained Slowbro while he carried his Ralts.

”Time for a nap.” Samuel’s Ralts would use Hypnosis, putting the two Slowbro to sleep. And to wrap things up he threw two empty Pokéballs at the escapees to make transporting them easier.

”Aaaand all done!” He’d pick up the two capsules and then turn to his younger counterpart.

”Easy enough right? Let’s get moving to the next one shall we?!”

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”Yeah sure I can take care of it.” Samuel responded right after he let out a rather loud yawn.

And much like before the man used his Klefki/Ralts combination to make capturing the Slowbros rather easily, all they had to do was find one more. That’s when an idea popped into the man’s head.

”Oh hey you want to make this more fun?” He’d ask the young rocket, a friendly smile hiding the scheming that was going on in his mind.

”How about we make this last one a race to see who gets to it first? This job has been rather boring, hasn’t it? Figure this way we can make it a lot more fun.” He returned his two Pokémon and put their capsules away.

”And to make it a bit more interesting I won’t use these two, figure it wouldn’t be fair if I did. So how does that sound?”

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”Well, well, well!” Samuel chuckled as he watched the younger rocket take off.

”For someone who seemed rather uninterested in it at first she’s definitely taking off!” He smiled, taking out a Pokéball and releasing the Dragonite that was held within.

The dragon then took its master into the air where they’d be able to look down and spot the last remaining Slowbrow which was currently making a run for it.

The Pokémon was too far away from Wren so she and her Lycanroc should catch up to it soon. Sam wasn’t sure what to do in regards to if he should rush it now and make it harder for their friends on the ground to catch up or wait till the last moment to dive-bomb.

He shrugged, deciding it was better to go now than wait for it so with a point and a command his Dragonite would descend from the skies and straight down for the Slowbro, planning on getting in front of it.

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She wasn't going to win.

The Slowbro was leagues ahead of her despite Hannibal's attempts. She wasn't looking above but knew that something was circling them. There was a large shadow on the ground - did that jerk really cheat? Why wasn't she surprised about that? He was in the air where he could easily find the Pokemon... so why wasn't he doing anything?

Suddenly she saw him. He was biding his time. On a Dragonite. And she saw the Slowbro as well. It was wandering around in a stupor ahead of them. Hannibal would get there first before Wren, but would he get there before the Rocket? "Go, Hannibal!" she called to her Lycanroc, not wishing him to worry about her. He sped ahead, getting there -

just as Samuel and his Dragonite descended.

The wolf tackled the Slowbro while the dragon landed. They rolled in an array of fur and skin. "Got you!" Wren called, feeling oddly smug about the whole thing. As she slowed to a halt in front of the Rocket and his dragon, she caught her breath before doing anything else. Her hands went to her knees, her back doubling over with a huff.

Samuel Boothe

The Slowbro had been caught, the Dragonite had landed and the younger rocket was out of breath!

The whole thing was quite a sight for Samuel and was enough to make the man burst out laughing.

”Well you definitely got way more into this than I expected!” Honestly he was surprised, she seemed so against the very idea of being here that he didn’t think she’d put much effort into it.

Either way, Samuel could say that he had his fun and that they could wrap things up.

”Congratulations! You managed to win! I didn’t think you had it in you! I was sure I was going to win easy!” And he probably would have if he didn’t wait above.

He’d step off his Dragonite and walk over to where the Lycanroc and Slowbrow were.

”Excuse me Mr. Hannibal I need to put that Slowbro in a ball for safekeeping.” And once the Slowbro was captured he’d turn to Wren, a smile on his face.

”And now since you won our little race it’s time for a prize! I’m a pretty generous guy so you can name it as long as it’s something reasonable; I’m not made of money. So something like a fancy meal, shiny jewelry, what’ll it be?”

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She didn't expect to win, nor did she expect to be handed a prize. Wren managed to sit up, huffing one final time before swallowing. Catching her breath, she eyed the man. He said she could have anything reasonable. It was time to think - since she didn't want anything fancy anyway. Wren was a simple young lady.

"How about your name?" she blurted out, having nothing to call her mission partner and superior. He never gave it, and she never gave her's so "I'm Wren" the woman stated, extending a hand. There was more to this lady than the eye could see and her frustration could perceive. She may have been exhausted with the guy but

and a big but here; she warmed up to people. Eventually. Expectantly, she waited for him to deny or accept her simple little prize. A name was all she wanted, just in case she had to tell someone higher than him who she had worked with.

Samuel Boothe

Now that wasn’t a request that Samuel had expected, not in the slightest. But it nonetheless brought a smile to his face.

”Well now that’s a surprise! But a pleasant one!” He responded, taking the young woman's hand.

”It’s nice to meet you, Wren. My name is Samuel.” Honestly he was expecting some sort of monetary prize but this was nice and good for his wallet.

”But you can just call me Sam if you want!” And now it was time for them to get back to the cages and get these Slowbro where they need to be.

”Alright let’s get moving! Don’t want to keep those back at the cages waiting!”

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