Summer was about to put on her polite smile she reserved for business. She had been told many times, when she was much younger, that her normal resting face and scowl would drive away business. Make offers turn for the worst.

However, Zev's hard and blunt statement took care of that opinion. She couldn't help but laugh, having to catch her breath after a moment as he computer snapped closed.

"Right to the point. I like that. Alright, then."

She opened a drawer to her side, pulling out a few files. In the folders, he'd find information on various businessmen, partners of the Prescott Industries former CEO, Merrick Prescott. There would be sleuths of information about their types of operations and what they had purchased from the Prescotts.

Crossing her hands in front of her and resting her elbows on the table, Summer leaned forward, her assistant leaving and shutting the heavy door behind them.

"Word travels that you're a hitman for hire. Correct me if I'm wrong. However, I have these individuals left that I need taken care of. My normal team is usually myself and a close friend of mine."

She hoped samuel carter was resting as she spoke.

"I've put him out on rest, and I need the help before these fools have a chance to develop any ideas on their own and strike."

Zev Harcourt

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Summer allowed a chuckle to leave her lips, gracing Trish's ears as she led her ahead.

"If you truly wish to, you may. I do have several Pokemon that could carry them for us as well," she pointed out.

Not to mention... perhaps she'd be interested in seeing what this grunt was like after the mission. Maybe she'd have to feel it out afterwards.

"Tell me. What exactly do you do outside of Rocket?"

@trish

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There was a man in Rocket Summer heard of from word of mouth that she decided may be helpful in her hunt to eliminate her father's former followers. An assassin, it seemed, someone who didn't mind getting his hands dirty.

It would give samuel carter a break. She wouldn't have to rely on knox prescott. And, furthermore, Summer would have a form of protection for herself.

So, she sent information his way through some Rocket grunt. On a piece of paper, there had been a time, a place, and a request.

"A job. Name your price. Meet me here. Don't be late."

Summer sat inside her office, working on a few emails and working on some of the banking work she had gone over with Martín del Mar when she heard someone coming up the stairs. One of her attendants, escorting a man.

"Enter."

Zev Harcourt

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Summer watched as the carnage rained. Electricity zapped in the air, mud squishing under the Pokemon's feet as they walked back to their trainers. She recalled her team before preparing the stride to the home.

She paused at Knox's question.

The trainers, huh? She hadn't thought about it, really. The trainers she had met had typically honored their masters, were loyal. In her mind, it would be another repeat situation of what she was doing now.

So why wouldn't she wipe them out now?

However, she knew what Knox would do and say if she expressed these thoughts. Perhaps it was paranoia that ate her thoughts, as she was trying to bring her family forward in the world.

"Only the ones loyal to him. The ones that don't care leave unscathed. However, if they've pledged everything to him... they're a threat too."

knox prescott

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Summer wouldn't admit to him that the constant up and down bobbing of the yacht was making her feel sick. The sooner they got the boat in motion, the better. So, instead she tched before responding.

"You're late. We have things to do, and I want to get other stuff done later as well," she pointed out as she leaned back in her chair.

So much for looking professional while fishing. She looked like she was tanning.

"There's extra in the storage. Just sit for a minute while we head out. You want a drink or something?"

CIAN MAHER

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Summer typically enjoyed spending the day on a boat. In fact, her yacht was one of her favorite places to go and relax after a long day of work. She could lay out, relax in the pool, play games or just rest.

But the waves were not helping the nausea she found herself fighting on a daily basis now. She sighed miserably, swallowing down another pill to keep herself from getting sick as the boat bobbed up and down.

Summer was waiting for CIAN MAHER to show up so they could leave, catch a few fish to send back to the Oceanic Museum for their research. They said they would compensate them nicely. And, perhaps she'd catch a few interesting ones for her own marketplace.

"Fuck, I should have thought this through," she groaned, putting her head in her hands as she bent over to calm her stomach.

She wore a swimsuit and a cover up, though the lace hardly covered any of her skin. She swallowed more water, sighing as she looked up and spotted him.

"Cian. About time," she teased.

CIAN MAHER

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Of course there had to be a twist she didn't realize. Summer inwardly cursed, throwing a signal to her concealed ZOROARK to change forms. Something that could distract him, so she could get out of here.

"What do you mean?" she said, playing dumb.

In the mean time, the ZOROARK shifted, forming into a human figure with blue hair. A man, muscled and strong, his hair cut short as he appeared from the shadows.

"Alexei, where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you!" @mattis said.

Alexei Ivanov

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Anything that he was about to say was cut off by a quick flash. Whatever was seen by the two of them was gone like that, in an instant. But she could swear to Arceus, she had seen it.

Those curling, crawling maggots.

Yellow-lined rows of pointed daggers in a mouth, waiting in a strangely curled smile.

Summer didn't have to say a word to know that Remy had seen something: she could see his skin crawling if she looked hard enough, see his hairs raising on his arms before he looked back to her. Yet nothing was said or exchanged about what was briefly seen between them. As if it was a monster from a children's book, brought back by saying its name...

Whatever wine they had drunk was out of their system by now, for sure.

"I suppose as ready as I'll ever be," she murmured, clenching the shovel tightly as they approached.

Remiel Calcifet

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Wanted her back.

Well, anybody would want Summer Atreides back. It was simple as that, in her mind. She thought she had it all: brains, looks, money. The only thing that had held her back in the past was her father. But that issue was taken care of.

But she didn't know that Casey Fincher had verbalized these feelings to someone else. Even though she had her back to the grunt, she still stifled her expression. One of curiosity, anxiety... confusion.

She knew they had a spat. Had he told others about it?

Summer didn't like the thought, she decided.

"There's a herd of the SPOINKS ahead. Hurry, before they decide to get a move on and we miss them."

@trish

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The water was nice, cooling on Summer's skin. It felt like it was already burning a bit from the sun, though she had made sure to cover herself in sunscreen to ensure perfection. She dared not to be burned by the sun and risk any harm to her body.

Summer was wading in the shallow end of the ocean, where her hips were submerged. She cupped water, raising her hands to drip it down her arms as she sighed with a pleased noise.

When there was a sudden noise and a splash.

She was suddenly soaked, and a shocked yell escaped her lips from the sudden cold that hit her back and stomach. Summer's hat was drenched, and her glasses had droplets of water dripping down from them.

"What the fuck-!"

As she turned, she heard a familiar voice calling out to her, followed by another splash. Summer somehow was able to block some of it with her arms, though she was still drenched by whatever decided to attack her.

Looking up, she spotted the purple VAPOREON... and luka chêne.

"Luka? What are you doing here?"

Well, that was kind of a stupid question.

luka chêne

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"Hmm. A shame. I would've loved to enjoy the view with you," she pointed out, her gaze trailing behind him to the vastly tall windows behind him.

Even with this space being an office, she was sure he could entertain as well in the room. It looked welcoming enough for a few guests, if he moved a few things around...

"Next time, perhaps we can meet in my office," Summer added as a joke, chuckling.

Honestly, though she knew it may take a few times to get things correct and controlled with her ideas, she hoped that she wouldn't be seeing Mars for banking more than she had to.

"I'm well. Busy. Running a business isn't easy, as you know. Which is why I'm here. But I also have a personal investment I'd like your help with."

Summer glanced at the offered drinks behind her. She knew she couldn't have them. But how suspicious would it come off to her friend when she denied one?

"I'll pass on the drinks. Thank you, though."

Martín del Mar

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