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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park

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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.

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katja weiss

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POSTED ON Sept 25, 2021 5:36:26 GMT

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jackson isn't exactly her first choice for a partner. from what she knows about him — which, admittedly, isn't much, considering she has never worked with him one-on-one before — he's like a houndoom snarling at the taut end of a leash. on one hand, maybe that's the exact sort of ruthlessness one needs on a mission like this. on the other —
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passion is messy.
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"that's the house." the runaway rocket member is some willard cottrell, a man just a bit older than her. sootopolis made him realize he wanted out, or at least that is the closest approximation that they could think of for his going ghost. considering he isn't smart enough to vacate his last known residence, he couldn't really be trusted with rocket secrets, either.
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"let's look around the back." dressed in dark clothing against a backdrop of night, they have ample breathing room to find a way in with limited fanfare. "oh, here. put this on."
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she extends a gloved hand, a piece of cloth resting in her palm. something to hide his face now that they're skulking around the place.
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POSTED ON Sept 25, 2021 7:29:17 GMT

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jackson was never particularly picky concerning partnership in team rocket's designated assignments. a fact purely supported by the fact that jackson knew jack shit about the majority of team rocket's task force. his reputation had created a shield intertwined with thorns and barbed sheet and forced distance between himself and others. a distance painful at first, but from which he now found the only comfort he knew. until mila alexopoulos had stepped back into his life and reminded him of how different things once were.

but alas, there was a time and place for the softer memories of mila and his past. he walked one pace behind katja weiss as they approached the house of willard cottrell, hardly speaking beyond the single greeting and personnel confirmations from their initial meet. the darkness of night seemed to swallow them ruthlessly as jackson acknowledged katja's statement with a low grunt. an outfit for the night had been easy to pick from the monochrome wardrobe, complete with a black hat that hid an unkempt haircut beneath.

when she offers him the piece of cloth, he accepts it with a brief "okay" in words that hover barely above a whisper. he ties it around his face, moving quietly through the cloak of darkness to the back side of the house. a soft light lit up the back door from an external lighting structure, but the three windows were shrouded in darkness and took a moment of staring for his eyes to adjust to the house's internal darkness. it was quiet. he pushed softly on the window, but the moment it creaked his hand quickly retreated. "he's not awake," jackson stated, as if the fact had already been confirmed. "we can try the windows or... check the door."

his eyes searched past the darkness into the surrounding area. few houses speckled the disdained streets, many of which had been abandoned in months and years past. a single window glowed faintly from a single house nearby, but the others were shrouded in the same darkness as cottrell's home. considering the number of foolish decisions cottrell had made since defecting from team rocket, jackson didn't have any doubts or worries about successfully fixing the problem.

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POSTED ON Sept 25, 2021 9:14:49 GMT

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katja gives him the slightest nod of unconscious approval as he takes the cloth from her hand. following his lead, she tugs the bandana around her neck up over her nose. with her hair gathered up underneath a baseball cap, there is little left to distinguish her by beyond a pair of sharp lilac eyes. cottrell will have no idea what hit him — if he'll even have the opportunity of hindsight after this night is over.
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together, they move behind the house. katja studies the facade, arms crossed, as she tries to weigh the best approach. one of the windows creaks beneath her partner's hand, drawing her attention towards him. she looks at him, perhaps too long, before fixing her gaze back on the building itself.
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"i'll check the other window," she whispers, careful to swing wide past the light at the back door to reach the window beside it. the door is their easiest point of entry, but cottrell would have to be downright unhinged to leave his door unlocked in this part of the city. moreover now that he knows he's a wanted man.
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the way the window creaks as she fiddles with it makes her grimace. the old frame gives way, allowing her to push it up bit by bit. she opens it as much as it will allow, affording enough space for someone her size to sneak into. she looks over at jackson and wordlessly motions for the door before she starts pulling herself through the window. it's uncomfortably close, but with a little twisting and finagling she disappears into the darkness inside the house.
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if jackson is near the door, he'll hear the quiet click of a lock being turned.
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