Both Lucy and Odin walked side by side toward the heavy steel elevator banks near Center 2. Odin completely let Lucy guide him through the corridors; he seriously needs to learn the actual map layout of this place if he ever wants to navigate it without getting lost like a rookie.
Soon enough, they reached the elevator structure, and Lucy reached out her slender hand to press the illuminated call button.
Ding!
The sharp bell sound went off, echoing down the concrete hall, and the heavy metal doors slid smoothly open. Both of them entered the empty iron cabin and immediately rested their backs flat against the cold rear wall, letting out a breath. Odin raised his newly purchased Vape to his lips, took a long, deep drag, and exhaled a massive, freezing cloud of Oran Berry Ice, thoroughly enjoying the sweet, chilling blueberry flavor sliding down his throat.
"So—" both said at the exact same time.
They paused, staring directly at each other's faces before a shared, knowing smile split both of their lips.
"You first," both said in a perfect, synchronized beat.
"Jynx!" both blurted out instantly, their voices overlapping completely.
"..."
The silence held for a single second before they both completely broke character and started laughing out loud, the echoing sound bouncing off the metal walls of the lifting cabin.
Odin took another quick puff of his vape, exhaling a thin stream of menthol smoke as he grinned down at her. "Alright, enough of this shit. Let's settle who speaks first with a formal duel!"
"A duel?" Lucy questioned, her crimson eyes arching up in curiosity.
"Yes! The absolute battle of gods, the ultimate duel between historical legends, the ancient duel between the devil and god, demons and angels, the eternal duel between fate and destiny—" Odin ranted aggressively, hyping up the match with total dramatic flavor until he couldn't even finish his grand monologue.
"Omg! Just fucking get on with it already!! What fucking duel is it?!" Lucy yelled out loudly, cutting him off with an irritated glare as she slapped his upper arm.
"Sheesh, impatient bitch. It's just Rock-Paper-Scissors," Odin said with a smug, mocking smirk.
"Bruh... all that grand buildup just for that? Pfft! Hahaha, what are we, a bunch of little school kids or something?" Lucy laughed straight at his face, her crimson lips pulling wide.
"...." Odin stared back at her with a completely deadpan, unbothered expression, refusing to break his gaze.
"Okay, fine... I'm actually secretly quite the massive kid myself... so it's on!" Lucy said, her fierce attitude returning as she flashed a sharp, matching smirk.
"That's exactly what I fucking thought, bitch. Now, we throw our hands right on the word 'Scissors'! Got it?" Odin said confidently, raising his fist.
Both Odin and Lucy dropped their stances and got into active position, faces tightening with mock intensity. "I'm all set," Lucy said, shifting her weight.
"Good!" Odin said.
"On your mark," Lucy said.
"Set!" Odin said.
"Go!" Lucy said.
"Rock!" both shouted in unison.
"Paper!" both yelled out.
"Scissors!" both barked, throwing their hands forward.
Odin threw out flat Paper.And Lucy threw out a hard Rock.
"Damn it! Fuck!" Lucy yelled out in pure frustration, violently stomping her boot onto the elevator floors.
"I win," Odin said smoothly, a highly punchable, victorious smirk spreading across his features. "Now, according to the rules of the match... ladies get to go first!" he continued, waving his hand mockingly.
"Fine... it's about Ariana," Lucy said, her tone instantly flipping into a dead-serious, quiet whisper as she leaned her back against the metal panel again. "I'm sure we are both on the exact same wavelength here, right? Like, how much are we actually sharing with her during this report? You have way more dangerous secrets than me, Odin. You have a lot more to hide from the Executives, so how much are we saying about Mount Moon? I'm leaving the boundary lines entirely to you; you're the one with the real secrets here and a hell of a lot to hide from the higher-ups."
"About that... let's see—" Odin started, but his voice was immediately cut off by the elevator bell.
Ding!
The iron bell rang, and the heavy double doors slid open to reveal a well maintained hallway.
Odin and Lucy immediately stuck out their heads from the door frame, their movements synchronized and looking all suspicious as they carefully scanned their immediate surroundings to ensure no enemy grunts or rival officers were lingering near the tracks.
After confirming the coast was completely clear and the hallway was dead silent, they both exited the elevator cabin, sticking incredibly close to each other's shoulders as they continued their quiet conversation down the gray concrete path.
"Keep out of the Distortion World completely," Odin instructed in a low, cold murmur, his dead black eyes locking onto her profile. "Not a single word about Giratina... the fucking devil... or the specific deal i made with it. Keep the moonstones kept inside your pussy and ass out of the conversation too... the rest of the standard operation shit, we can pretty much just lay flat on her desk, I guess... oh, we do need a solid, believable excuse as to how we managed to escape from where we were and reach above where she was inside Mount Moon."
Lucy let out a dry, irritated groan, her face flushing slightly with a mix of memory and embarrassment as they walked. "Ugh, you still explicitly remember the moonstone part."
"Of course I do... that detail is permanently downloaded straight into my brain, babe," he said with a lecherous smirk, lifting his device to take another deep puff of his vape.
He exhaled the white, fragrant vapor over his shoulder, his face turning focused. "Anyways, just follow my lead during the reporting and improvise based on what I drop... and if she turns the spotlight onto you and starts asking specific questions, I'll just follow your lead and improvise on the spot," Odin said.
"Got it... sounds easy enough... let's do this," Lucy said, her red eyes narrowing with determination.
And so they both continued to talk, iron out their timeline, and discuss the cover story around the branching hallways and pristine corridors of the upper sector, until their boots finally came to a halt right in front of the heavy, reinforced steel door leading straight to Ariana's private office.
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Odin casually began knocking on the reinforced steel door, the knuckles of his glove striking the metal.
Knock... knock... knock...
"Come in," a smooth female voice echoed from the intercom. Most likely Ariana. At least it sounded a lot like her trademark velvet tone.
Both Odin and Lucy walked into the pristine room. Lucy walked in a bit more timidly, her boots stepping carefully, but she still kept up her composure to maintain her Elite Officer status.
Odin, on the other hand, just swaggers in with no care in the world, completely devoid of any worries, and totally calm. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, walking forward with absolute nonchalance.
Ariana was in her standard uniform, sitting in a plush leather desk chair with her legs crossed. She was actively smoking a long, traditional Kizaru pipe, looking like a total succubus. She was seriously voluptuous, her body packed with massive tits, a heavy ass, a narrow waistline, wide hips, and thick, smooth thighs. She was perfectly filled in all the right areas, not too thick but not skinny or flat in any other way. It was a perfect man-killer body, a flawless hourglass figure topped with a beautiful face and medium-short red hair.
"My eyes are up here, Odin," she said with a sexy purr, taking a slow, deep drag from her Kizaru pipe as her red eyes tracked his unbothered stance.
Odin was instantly snapped from his horny gaze, giving her a lazy smirk.
"Take a seat, both of you," Ariana said, her voice dropping into a velvet, seductive cadence.
Both of them took a seat in the leather chairs. Odin just sat there staring directly at her sexy body, and Ariana noticed his eyes, purposely shifting her long legs to switch from cross-legged to the other. The sudden friction of her thighs and the flash of skin let Odin's imagination go completely wild. Lucy sat right beside him, feeling incredibly nervous under her cousin's gaze, but she forced her posture straight, trying her best to appear calm, tough, and professional.
"So, to what do I owe this pleasure, Executive?" Odin said, leaning back into the cushion.
"You're cute when you're trying to be polite... and respectful... frankly, it makes you look really suspicious when you act exactly like that," she said, leaning forward to take another slow drag from her pipe.
"Aye, yo, don't call me cute... and yeah... aren't we all suspicious here?" Odin said, taking a puff of his vape.
"Hmm... are we all?" Ariana teased, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Hmm... but who is truly more suspicious... me or you?"
She tossed the question out playfully, but her eyes carried a cold glint that made it obvious she knew significantly more about the situation than she was letting on. Those suspicions of hers weren't without reason.
"..." Odin and Lucy kept their mouths shut, refusing to take the bait.
"Anyways," Ariana continued, waving her hand to clear the air. "Before we officially start on the Mount Moon report... how is Angel doing? What did the nurse tell you?" Ariana asked, taking another deep drag and watching him through the smoke.
Odin lifted his device, taking a deep drag from his vape as well. The thick white cloud swirled into the air, mixing with her tobacco smoke. Lucy felt all awkward, stuck right in the middle of two heavy smokers. She felt like a complete extra in the room.
"The nurse said she would be fine... her throat is nicely healed and patched up," Odin explained, his tone dropping the lazy edge. "She has about a seventy percent chance to fully regain her voice back."
"I see... anything else?" Ariana asked, tilting her head.
"Well... the nurse said; she will be released tomorrow morning, so I'll take her home tomorrow. Deal with whatever comes next."
"Hmm... you should know something very important here... consider this an exception... a piece of special treatment just for you," Ariana said, taking another deep drag from her Kizaru pipe.
"What do you mean?" Odin asked as he exhaled a crisp cloud from his vape.
"That Angel girl... she is a civilian, an ordinary girl from the slums. She is not part of the organization," Ariana explained, her eyes turning serious. "Here in Team Rocket... once someone like her enters, you either die here, or you stay here forever and make yourself useful until you die..."
"Isn't that the same? Both are dead," Lucy innocently said, her face completely blank.
"..." Ariana stopped mid-breath, her expression freezing.
The room went completely quiet for several seconds.
"Ugh... cousin... why do you always have to ruin the moment?" Ariana said, looking thoroughly annoyed as she shot Lucy a sharp glare.
She shook her head, turning her focus right back onto Odin. "Anyways, Odin. Consider this an exception just for you, considering the massive contribution you have done. And I heard... the Boss got another Max Diamond-Potential Pokémon from you. Suspicious but useful. Clearly, you have something special with you... I wonder what that secret truly is..."
Odin let out a loud, mocking laugh, his eyes flashing with supreme confidence as he prepared to spin a completely ridiculous, unhinged lie to hide his system.
"Honestly, Ariana... there's no secrets, it's all about my cock size... it works like an innate tracking device... ya know? Those big rods?" Odin said enthusiastically, his voice full of absolute shamelessness as he spun a dramatic lie and tale. He stood up completely, extending his hands a full twelve inches apart to show exactly how massive his dick was. "The longer it is, the bigger the scanning range, the better the signal, the stronger the quality! Finding Pokémon works exactly like that... the bigger your cock, the bigger your detection range and the better the potential. That's how I, the great Odin, always find himself in the jaw of the highest potential Pokémon!"
Odin went full theater mode, putting both of his gloved hands right up over his eyes, mimicking a pair of binoculars as he pretended to look around the office walls for high-potential targets. He didn't forget to aggressively thrust his waist forward multiple times right in front of her desk, indicating he was actively using his cock as a physical rod signal enhancer to scan the environment.
Ariana went completely quiet, her pipe frozen halfway to her lips.
Lucy was completely flabbergasted at Odin's dramatic lie that sounded entirely absurd and ridiculous. She was so embarrassed that she instantly lowered her head, avoiding all eye contact as her cheeks turned bright red.
Odin proudly sat back down in his chair, taking another casual puff from his vape. "That's the secret to my success," Odin shamelessly said. "Shh, don't tell the others, okay? Boss babe."
"...." Ariana stared at him, her mouth slightly open.
"...." Lucy kept her eyes locked on her lap.
Ariana face-palmed herself violently, letting out a long, exhausted sigh at his ridiculousness and his shameless attitude. "Gosh, Odin... tell me you are hiding something without telling me you aren't hiding something."
Lucy, despite having her head down and drowning in a suffocating ocean of pure, agonizing shame, suddenly remembered her critical task to improvise for Odin. Her red eyes darted toward his cocky profile, and a sudden spark of reckless, criminal determination flared within her chest. She needed to deliver the performance of the year. One so utterly ridiculous, so profoundly humiliating, that she would later beg Arceus to strike her down with a bolt of judgment just to escape the memories.
Gathering every last drop of her courage, she suddenly shot out of her leather chair with frantic haste.
Before Ariana could even process the sudden movement, Lucy lunged across the space, dropped her serious Elite Officer demeanor entirely, and shamelessly clutched Odin's cock right through his pants with both hands. She squeezed his shaft firmly, anchoring herself to his lower waist as her face completely warped into her most exaggerated, high-pitched, and hyper-sexualized Aegyo persona. Her voice spiked into a whiny, nasal baby-doll squeal that echoed violently off the pristine boardroom walls.
"Omg! Yes, yes, yes! It's completely true, cousin-wusin!" Lucy wailed in her hyper-Aegyo voice, pouty ruby lips trembling as she bounced her lower body slightly against his knee, holding his groin tight for Ariana to see. "Oppa isn't lying at all! His big, dominant man-rod is literally a magical, high-frequency radar tracker! I have personally witnessed the raw power of his cock-dar out in the field so many times! It's so big and powerful, daddy!"
" And... and that's not even all! If Odin-tan Grabs grabs my Cute breasts, it actively enhances his cock scanner even further! The physical friction sends a massive wave of bio-signals straight to his rod!"
Odin's black eyes flared with a wild, menacing look of pure amusement at her spectacular, unhinged improvisation. He immediately stood up from his chair, throwing his shoulders back as he swaggered right into her personal space. Without a single shred of hesitation, he aggressively slammed his large, hands directly onto both of her bare breasts, squeezing, kneading, and fondling her tits right in front of Ariana.
"How the hell could I forget such a foundational scientific law!" Odin boasted loudly, his voice full of absolute triumph as his fingers roughly massaged her breasts. "Thanks for reminding me, Lucy-babe! You are totally right! I can indeed multiply my cock scanner's detection range through aggressive breast squeezing and deep fondling! It's basic biology, Ariana! Don't forget the power of the high-speed Sexual Boost, Lucy!"
"Yes, daddy, mmm~! Squeeze them harder for the signal! Squeeze the boobies for the Boss!" Lucy squealed out in a hyper-pitched, sing-song baby voice, turning her wide red eyes toward her frozen cousin. "Cousin Ariana, you have absolutely no idea! The bio-metric friction from my chest sends a massive, hard signal wave straight down into his rod enhancer! Whenever we violently fuck out in the dirt, the sheer power of his masculine supremacy completely overrides the rules of this world! After he furiously blasted his massive, creamy nut deep inside of my womb last, his cock got so incredibly rock-hard that it literally started spinning like a compass needle right between my thighs! It let out a loud ding-dong sound in his head, pointed its thick tip straight toward a pitch-black cave wall, and BAM~! The rocks just parted, and there were two Platinum-Potential Nidorans sitting there waiting for his dominance! It's a medical miracle, cousin! Crazy, right? Crazy what a twelve-inch, fully loaded Sexy cock can do for the organization, right?!"
But Lucy wasn't even finished with her performance. To make the lie as bulletproof and absurdly detailed as possible, she began rapidly inventing even more ridiculous lore, her whiny baby voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper as she kept one hand clamped firmly around his crotch.
"And that's not even the best part, Ariana-unnie~! When he gets close to a Platinum-Potential Pokémon, his left testicle actually starts vibrating at three thousand revolutions per minute! It acts like a high-speed internal cooling fan so his main radar rod doesn't overheat from the sheer volume of high-potential data! And if I give him a sloppy, wet blowjob right before a mission, his semen quality turns into a literal satellite dish modifier! It expands his detection radius from five kilometers to fifty kilometers! We don't even need standard tracking gear anymore, unnie! We just need a bed, a box of condoms, and Oppa's massive, throbbing signal tower to conquer the entire Kanto region! The whole world is going to get scanned by my boy's hard meat!"
Lucy's mental engine finally ran completely out of fuel. The utter horror of the words that had just exited her mouth slammed into her soul, leaving her completely paralyzed by a wave of cosmic, life-ending shame. Stiff as a wooden board, her eyes glassy with social death, she instantly let go of his trousers and sat back down in her chair, burying her crimson face deeply into her hands, silently praying to Arceus to obliterate her from existence.
Odin let out a low, deeply satisfied chuckle, casually dropping back into his leather chair with total nonchalance. He reached his hand beneath the wooden desk, delivering a sharp, firm pinch right to her trembling inner thigh. Lucy looked down through her fingers, catching the sight of Odin proudly giving her a clean, hidden thumbs-up for delivering the absolute performance of the year. He brought his vape back to his lips, taking a deep drag of the Oran Berry Ice flavor.
"That's the absolute, unedited secret to my success, ladies," Odin shamelessly drawled, exhaling a thick, freezing cloud of blueberry smoke across the room. He shot the Executive a wicked leer. "So make sure you keep this little method classified, boss babe. We wouldn't want the regular grunts trying to grow their rods to match my frequency."
Ariana was left completely, structurally dead.
The voluptuous Executive sat frozen flat against her plush leather chair, her fingers entirely locked around her Kizaru pipe as it hovered uselessly in mid-air. Her beautiful face was twisted into an expression of profound, unadulterated horror, her jaw slack and her red eyes completely blank as her brain completely short-circuited. She had seen assassinations, regional massacres, and brutal syndicate tortures—but this specific display of unhinged, vulgar shamelessness, public breast fondling, and cock-compass theology was an absolute first for her entire career. She was completely bamboozled, utterly flabbergasted, and entirely speechless.
Lucy kept her head buried deep in her hands, her fingers pressing tightly against her skin as her face continued to burn with an tomato level of crimson heat. Her body was completely rigid, locked in place from the sheer, crushing weight of the social death she had just voluntarily walked into.
Internally, inside the frantic, chaotic thoughts of her mind, she had completely abandoned all logic and was actively, desperately praying to the creator of the universe.
Please, kill me... Lucy begged in her head, her mental voice screaming out in absolute, agonizing terror. Strike me down right here and now, Arceus... please, just fucking kill me... I want to die... let me die right on this floor... what the hell are you waiting for, Mighty Arceus?! Just open the ceiling, erase me from existence already! Cast your divine judgment upon me and thoroughly fuck me out of existence before I have to look my cousin in the eye again!
She squeezed her eyelids shut, desperately hoping a literal space-time rift would tear through the center of the office and swallow her whole. But the cold, quiet hum of the air conditioning unit remained completely steady, leaving her entirely trapped in the agonizing reality of her own performance.
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The silence seemed to stretch for an absolute eternity, especially for Lucy, whose mental screams for a swift execution were met with nothing but the low, mechanical hum of the office ventilation system.
Eventually, after Odin casually took a few more deep, slow drags from his vape, the absolute, suffocating tension in the room finally broke.
"Pfffttt... hahahahahahahahagagag!" Ariana suddenly burst out, completely losing her executive composure as she laughed out loud. Her voluptuous tits shook violently, her head tossing back as the raw, unfiltered absurdity of the situation completely shattered her mask..
"Omg... omg... I literally can't take this anymore... hahahahahah... what the actual fuck was that performance, Lucy?! Hahahahahaha!" Ariana wheezed, her velvet voice cracking under the sheer weight of her amusement as she gestured wildly with her hand.
Lucy kept her head low, absolutely refusing to raise it a single centimeter. She didn't dare make eye contact with anyone in the room for the rest of her life. Her head was permanently staying down for the remainder of this meeting, her cheeks still radiating a bright, nuclear crimson.
With genuine tears of laughter pooling in her eyes, Ariana began wiping them away with the back of her hand, trying to catch her breath as she continued speaking. "Pfft... hahaha... I will... I will absolutely never, ever forget this for the rest of my life. Phew... oh no... I almost completely died laughing right at my desk."
"Glad you're thoroughly entertained, Boss babe," Odin drawled flatly, completely unbothered as he leaned his back comfortably into the leather cushion.
"No, okay... seriously... on a much more serious note," Ariana said, her chuckles slowly fading into a sharp, knowing grin as she took a slow drag from her Kizaru pipe. "You two fuckers are so incredibly and obviously hiding something from me. This was the most absurd, ridiculous lie I have ever heard in my entire life."
"Anyways, it's totally fine if you don't want to say what you are hiding," she continued, casually waving her pipe to dismiss the theater. "Everyone has their own little secrets down here in the organization... such dumb, elaborate lies are really not needed at all. But it was definitely a breath of fresh air... truly breathtaking comedy." She laughed again, a sexy purr rolling through her chest.
This immediate response caused Lucy to bury her face down even further into her hands, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow her whole.
"Anyway, listen to me carefully," Ariana said, her voice dropping the amusement as she leaned her voluptuous frame over the desk, her red eyes locked onto Odin's profile. "Keep your secrets. Team Rocket only strictly requires you to never use those secrets against the organization. As long as you don't actively plot against Team Rocket, betray the syndicate, help the League authorities, or sell out the base's logistics—or anything that directly goes against the interests of Team Rocket—then the Boss doesn't give a single flying fuck. You can keep your secrets and do whatever the hell you want in the field. Everyone here is carrying deep secrets anyway." She casually took another deep drag from her pipe, sneaking amusement-filled glances at her hiding cousin.
"It's the absolute truth, though," Odin lied right to her face without a single shred of shame, his dead black eyes entirely blank. "My cock literally does spin like a compass needle... and it detects wild Pokémon with flawless accuracy. It truly is a functional Cock-Radar."
"Yes, yes... of course it does," Ariana replied, rolling her eyes as she shrugged his dumb lies off with her own sarcastic mockery. "And my tits manually milk out full-grown Dragonites on command. Now, let's talk about the real mission report. Why exactly did you two completely disappear from the grid? Where did you go? What happened out there? Explain the entire timeline!" Ariana demanded sharply, her tone transitioning back into a commanding executive.
"Gonna have to start from the exact moment when you left our position," Odin explained smoothly.
"Naturally," she said, crossing her legs tightly and drawing from her pipe.
"So, right after you killed that aggressive duo of Nidoking and Nidoqueen," Odin said, leaning forward to lay the facts flat. "We continued exploring the immediate cavern layer and found a hidden, narrow entrance that led directly to a hidden Luminous Alcove, buried right inside the deep structures of Mount Moon."
Ariana simply listened attentively, occasionally switching her legs from one side to the other, her voluptuous thighs shifting against the leather seat as she smoked her Kizaru pipe.
"Once we entered and explored the space, we came across two baby Nidorans, or just kids... I wouldn't know the exact age," Odin explained. "But one thing is for sure: those little Nidorans were the direct children of the couple you had just killed, that Nidoking and Nidoqueen. So, naturally, we caught them. And we still have them locked down as part of our main team right now. And yes, it happened right after we had sex, so my cock literally pointed me in the right direction. Truly, I'm really not lying about that part. Ask Lucy. Anyways... my cock detected a powerful Platinum-Potential frequency from them, so they must be Platinum-Potential. After we caught them, we tried to leave the alcove and go look for Moonstones, since that was the primary mission you gave me."
"Uh-huh..." Ariana murmured, blowing a neat circle of smoke as she watched him.
"So during our search, we got completely ambushed by a wild Parasect," Odin continued, his face morphing into a cocky smirk. "We fucking killed it right on the spot. You should've seen it, boss babe... I've never seen a kill that spectacular in my life. Anyways, the noise and the blood ended up attracting some wild Voltorb to our position." Odin paused for a brief moment, a malicious grin splitting his lips. "Well, I might have heavily bullied that timid little fella... and uh... the pussy decided to just self-destruct right on top of us. A total pussy move, honestly. If you're getting bullied, just fight back? Duh... stupid. It's like, if you're homeless, just buy a house." Odin mocked the dead Voltorb with a lazy shrug.
"Anyways, after the damn thing self-destructed itself, the entire alcove fractured," Odin said, taking another deep puff from his Oran Berry Ice vape before continuing. "The cave came crashing down in a massive structural collapse, and it caused a whole flood to surge inside the mountain... or at least, right where we were trapped."
He exhaled a massive white cloud of blueberry ice vapor before leaning back. "The current was incredibly harsh; we got swept away through the tunnels like a bunch of ragdolls. One massive piece of falling rock debris hit me right in the head and knocked me out cold for two whole days. Lucy had to manually take care of my body while I was a complete vegetable and dying in the dark... so, thank you for that, Lucy. See? I have actual human decency. I know exactly how to say thanks! Great guy, me, right?" Odin bragged, thoroughly amused with himself.
He smoked some more, the menthol cloud drifting over the desk.
"What exactly happened during the time he was completely unconscious? Explain the timeline, Lucy," Ariana commanded, her sharp gaze shifting over to her cousin.
Lucy kept her head glued down, her hands still framing her face as she refused to look up at the office. "Well... first, we completely lost our supply bags during the flash flood," Lucy explained, her voice muffled but serious. "So I couldn't use the Pokégears to contact anyone or alert the Organization. Then I had to manually take care of Odin... and he was completely knocked out for two full days. Nothing much happened out there... just taking care of his wounds, hunting for raw food, and looking for a way out of the lower cavern layers. On the second night... a group of wild Clefables and Clefairys suddenly showed up. And they were... nice? Sort of... they used their status moves and healed up Odin and the rest of our Pokémon team. Don't ask me why they did it, because I really don't know... but apparently, we had accidentally washed up right on their sacred ritual ground where they dance and evolve themselves under the moonlight. They completely owned the place, and the area was totally deserted from human touch."
Odin immediately continued the thread. "That's exactly where I briefly woke up for a second... and then fell straight back asleep. The next morning, the fairy bastards left us a pile of twenty Moonstones. Not entirely sure if it was a parting gift or if we just straight-up stole it from their altar... anyways, we pocketed them right into our gear, and we went searching for a way out. We followed the riverbed down the line and eventually found our lost bags caught in some rocks. Good thing there weren't any humans around and no wild Pokémon seemed interested in ripping the bags open. Anyways, the PokéGears were completely dead, the battery died... so we couldn't use the GPS maps or make any emergency calls. We got lost for a long while in the tunnels... it wasn't until we saw a bunch of wild Pokémon frantically and panickingly running away from something down the path. Since we had no other lead, we decided to go straight in the direction where everyone was running away from... and that is when we eventually came across your position... trying to off my Weezing." Odin finally finished his entire story, taking one last deep drag from his vape.
"Is that all?" Ariana said, her sharp, calculating eyes narrowing slightly as she leaned back in her chair. A thin, slow stream of gray smoke escaped her lips, drifting lazily up toward the lights of her office from the long stem of her Kizaru pipe.
"Pretty sure it is... The rest, you should know what happened since we grouped up there," Odin said, matching her posture with effortless arrogance. He leaned back, one leg crossed over his knee, looking completely unfazed by the heavy, suffocating atmosphere of the room.
"Fine," she said, tapping the edge of her long Kizaru pipe against the lip of a heavy glass ashtray. The ash flaked off silently, a perfect metaphor for how easily she discarded useless information. She shifted her weight, the dark fabric of her uniform straining slightly against her voluptuous body. "I had a feeling you'd be back. You won't go down like that... so I left the Moonstones job open for you. Do you have it with you?"
Odin let out a low, rough chuckle, his teeth catching the light in a sharp, predatory grin. "I do. Hold on," he said. He reached down, dragging his travel-worn Pokebag into his lap. He popped the metal clasps and shoved his hand deep inside, his fingers rummaging through the compartments, pushing aside Great Balls, Ultra Balls, Rations, and hyper Potions until his palm finally brushed against the cold, jagged, unearthly texture of raw, stone.
His fingers clamped around the massive haul. Deep down somewhere inside of Mount Moon, they had struck a literal goldmine of evolutionary stone. He gripped the heavy, dark gray stones, calculating the split in his head. There were twenty in total. He pulled his hand out, keeping his movements deliberate. He grabbed eighteen moonstones, sliding them out into the open light. In the dark recesses of his bag, he kept exactly one pristine moonstone for himself, while Lucy kept the other remaining stone safely hidden away in her own gear for her own personal progression.
One by one, Odin began setting the faintly glowing gray stones onto the polished desk, the dense minerals hitting the wood with a series of solid, heavy thuds. "Here you go, 18 moonstones. Me and Lucy kept one each for us."
Ariana reached out, her long, perfectly manicured fingernails picking up one of the moonstones. She lifted it toward the light, turning it slowly between her fingers, examining the deep, cratered textures and the intense, ambient cosmic energy radiating from the core.
"Excellent. The quality is good too... decent size," Ariana said, her voice dripping with clinical satisfaction as she studied the raw material. She set it back down, her eyes flashing with approval. "It's 100 TR for each Moonstone... so that would be 1900 TR in total for this mission, including the one stone you gave me at Mt.moon. Good job. As for the contributions, they will be added too. You still have a lot more jobs to do if you want to be promoted to Elite Officer," Ariana said proudly at Odin, her tone carrying the haughty expectation of a high-ranking syndicate handler who fully expected her subordinates to bleed for a higher rank.
Odin's grin only widened, his eyes narrowing into dark slits as he took a slow, lazy drag from his vape, letting the thick, cold menthol cloud roll over the desk. "How about a demotion to Grunt? Thug life," he said, his voice dripping with absolute, mocking casualness.
"No," Ariana said instantly, her face shifting into a completely blank, utterly unpleasant expression. Her eyes deadened as she stared at him, entirely unamused by his complete lack of respect for the hierarchy she had spent years climbing.
She took another slow, deliberate drag from her Kizaru pipe, letting the silence hang heavy in the air before she leaned forward, her elbows resting on the desk as she dropped a political bombshell. "As a matter of fact... The Boss has a job for you, Odin. And also a job for you, Lucy. You are an Elite Officer; it's about time you actually start doing some jobs, instead of uselessly owning that title. I know you don't have a team, so this would be a solo job for you. The details will be sent to you on your Pokegear."
Odin blinked, his eyes lighting up with a sudden, dark spark of pure criminal enthusiasm. He leaned forward, his hands resting on his knees as he threw out a barrage of unhinged, street-level ideas. "Wha... a job? Do I get to steal from kids? Grandmas and grandpas? Oh, wait! Wait! Can I be a loan shark? Beat up some baddies that owe us money?"
Sitting quietly in the corner, her head still buried completely in her hands, her shoulders tense with lingering shame from her earlier breakdown, Lucy finally spoke up. Her voice was muffled, strained, and completely defeated. "Yes, Ariana..." she said, still with her head down, refusing to look either of them in the eye.
Ariana didn't even look back at her cousin, her focus remaining entirely locked on the chaotic, unguided missile sitting across from her. "Good, Lucy. You are dismissed... and we need to talk later," Ariana said, her tone absolute and unyielding.
"Okay..." Lucy murmured. The crimson-eyed girl stood up slowly from her seat, her head hanging low, her face completely red and burning with pure embarrassment as she scurried toward the heavy office door, slipping out into the cold hallway and shutting the door quietly behind her.
Once the door clicked shut, Ariana turned her full, heavily disappointed gaze back onto Odin. She let out a long, exhausted sigh, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she exhaled a thick cloud of smoke from her pipe. "As for you, Odin, those jobs are for grunts. You are not a grunt... Ugh... Listen, if you really want to do those jobs, you can always go to the mission center and take on these types of jobs, or just check your Pokegear, open the Team Rocket App, and check for any of those jobs on the app," she said, her voice thick with utter disappointment at Odin's complete lack of ambition to reach a higher rank. She genuinely couldn't wrap her head around his mindset. Why the hell did he want to play around like a bottom-tier street grunt instead of commanding a massive, feared branch of authority? It made absolutely no sense to her.
Odin slouched back into his chair, his expression turning instantly bored, his shoulders dropping in theatrical disappointment. "Lame... Fine, I'll check those jobs myself later. So, what is this pristine job of yours?" Odin said, his voice entirely flat, thoroughly uninspired by the prospect of an official, high-level job assignment.
Ariana's eyes narrowed, a sharp, testing glint reflecting in her irises. "First, a little backstory. This job is a test—to test your ability, to see how you perform," she said, taking a slow puff from her Kizaru pipe as her voice turned colder, more transactional. She leaned forward, the shadow of her silhouette cutting across the table. "Second, the medical fee for Angel isn't cheap or free, ya know? Plus, her being a civilian and a person unrelated to the organization... for that, normally, we would have charged you. You have a massive TR stash anyways... but the Boss decided, instead of that, why not let you pay with a mission instead? Prove to us that you deserve this special treatment. You even get to keep all the TR earned and the contribution points for the job. But if you fail... you pay for Angel's stay and her medical bills." She took one more deep drag from her pipe, her gaze piercing through the smoke, and crossed her legs with a sharp, crisp rustle of fabric. "Understood?" Ariana said.
Odin went quiet for a while and thought about everything. He thought, Yeah, that shit checks out. Nothing is free; he knows that. Plus, indeed, they saved Angel, gave her surgery, the medical equipment, and covered all the bills. Now they are using this to coax me into doing a job for them... Honestly, I'm not even mad! This is exactly the kind of thing I should expect. I joined a criminal organization, not a rainbow sunshine group! If these motherfuckers didn't even know how to bully, extort, or commit crime, and only knew how to be kind... I would seriously question if this syndicate was even evil. But now I know... I chose the right place, hahahahahah.
The sheer, dark realization that he was surrounded by actual, unrepentant predators made a sickening wave of pure euphoria surge straight through his veins. This wasn't some soft, league branch. This was the real fucking underworld.
Odin slowly looked up from the table, meeting Ariana's gaze head-on. He looked her dead in the eye, his pupils dilated with dark excitement as a massive, wide, and thoroughly sinister smile tore across his face. "Alright, Boss lady... I've honestly been itching for some action. What kind of bad shit will I be doing?" Odin said excitedly.
Ariana's lips twitched upward into a smooth, satisfied smirk, her testing aura giving way to a dark sense of relief. "Nice to see you're excited. Now we can finally discuss real business. I was seriously worried for you; I was worried you hanging out with all these girls around you would turn you soft and give you a change of heart." Ariana said.
Odin threw his head back, letting out a loud, arrogant bark of a laugh, his posture exploding with unadulterated confidence. "Nah, boss babe, I simply just love pussy, especially ones with pretty faces... and I have a code. If she has a pretty face, a tight pussy, and a miserable backstory? Then come to daddy, I will add you to my harem." Odin grinned with confidence.
Ariana turned her pipe in her fingers, thoroughly amused by his crude, unhinged declaration of intent. "Hmm, interesting. That does check out. We did some investigation on Angel... sad backstory, truly. Lucy as well; she is my cousin, and I was the one who brought her in so I can at least protect her somewhat, but she also fits the bill for being miserable. She is much happier now; she would have never done that embarrassing act earlier if it wasn't for her love for you. Ahhh, mmhh... Love... Oh, and then there is Celine... a bird in a gilded cage... waiting for Romeo." She made fun of their tragic story.
Odin froze for a fraction of a second, the name Celine hitting his ears like a lightning bolt. The image of the stunning, professional brunette nurse—the one he had just spent the entire night brutally pinning against her own desk, mapping out every inch of her body while she whimpered under his touch—flashed violently through his mind. He remembered the exact way she looked like a trapped, fragile bird desperately begging for a way out of her gilded cage.
The pieces of the puzzle slammed together in his head with a deafening crash. Ariana had orchestrated the entire fucking setup. She had intentionally routed him to Celine's private clinic. She knew exactly what would happen the moment someone like him, a unhinged thug like him was locked in a dark room with a vulnerable, high-class woman like that.
Odin burst into a loud, boisterous laugh, slapping his knee as he leaned forward across the desk, shaking his head in pure disbelief. "Wait, Ariana... you sly fox.. you fucking bitch! Hahahah, you planned that shit out, didn't you? You little fox!" Odin laughed at the realization.
Ariana didn't even deny it. She merely twirled a long lock of her vibrant hair around her finger, her eyes gleaming with a seductive, intensely satisfied smile as she watched him put it together. "I figured you might like her. Besides, it's only an introduction... you shouldn't go for her yet. You are far too weak; there are just some women you can't have yet. It's good to learn that early on," Ariana smoked her Kizaru pipe, her tone carrying a heavy, warning weight beneath the seductive surface. She was laying down the boundaries of the between the two of them; Celine was high-tier territory, and Odin, despite his raw power, was still just a rising star who needed to earn the right to claim a woman of that caliber permanently.
Odin chuckled, taking another heavy drag from his Oran Berry Ice vape, the thick menthol vapor mixing with the scent of her pipe in the air as he shook his head. "Haha, you sly fox, you're a bitch, but, I love you! You know exactly what I like.. but why burn the bridge between me and Arlo? That's what I don't get," Odin vaped, his eyes narrowing as he questioned the internal politics. Arlo was a fellow Executive, a ruthless madman who controlled entire sectors. By setting Odin up to claim Celine—Arlo's personal asset—Ariana had effectively painted a massive, violent target on Odin's back.
Ariana's expression didn't even flicker at the mention of Arlo's name. She merely shifted her finger, twirling her hair with a completely indifferent, casual motion that showed exactly how little she valued the lives of her peers. "No real reason, honestly," she said, her voice completely smooth as she exhaled another elegant wave of smoke from her Kizaru pipe. "It just so happened to be that way," she smoked, completely dismissing the brewing internal war like it was nothing more than a minor coincidence. She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto his with absolute, razor-sharp authority. "Now, enough about girls... let's talk business."
"I'm all ears, Boss babe," Odin said.
"It's about drugs; we need you to steal some," Ariana said, her voice dropping to a smooth, quiet tone as she rested her elbows on the desk, staring right into his eyes.
Odin blinked, his eyes lighting up with a sudden, dark spark of pure criminal enthusiasm. He leaned forward, a massive smirk cutting across his face. "Drugs? I'm in!" Odin said excitedly.
Ariana let out a sharp sigh, her face shifting into a look of pure exasperation. "I haven't even explained everything yet," Ariana complained, tapping her long Kizaru pipe against the edge of the glass tray.
"Yeah, don't care, boss babe," Odin said, leaning back with a thoroughly punchable face, his posture exploding with unhinged confidence. "I always wanted to smuggle drugs. It's been a dream of mine, you see?"
Ariana went dead silent, rubbing her temple with her manicured fingers as she stared at him. "..."
After a long moment, she shook her head, letting the silence hang heavy in the room before she leaned forward again, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "Look, listen! First of all, this is a really dangerous mission... but the Boss said he has a hunch you might have a secret way to pull this job off," she said.
"Uha... clearly he knows what's up," Odin rumbled, a smug, knowing grin playing at the corners of his lips as he thought about his unique abilities.
"So here's the deal," Ariana explained, her voice turning sharp and transactional. "One truck, four cars, and a direct route. The prize we need is inside that truck... I say drugs, but they are more like... enhancement vitamins. I'm talking about Protein, Calcium, Carbos... those drugs. You know the price for these bad boys, right? And the usefulness of these drugs?"
Odin nodded slowly, his mind instantly jumping to the internal economy. "Mhm, yeah, 100 TR for just one. You need five of them for just one single IV upgrade, and you can only upgrade a single stat twice... so 1000 TR for just one stat. That's about 100 thousand PokéDollars. Expensive shit. And for all six stats... it should be about 600,000 PokéDollars, 6000 TR... half a million basically. Crazy," Odin explained, breaking down the massive financial value of the enhancement cargo.
Ariana's lips twitched upward into a smooth, satisfied smirk, her gaze flashing with approval. "Good, it seems you are well informed. Looks like Lucy, at least, knows how to be a little useful other than being a hoe for you," she said, her voice dripping with pure, unadulterated sarcasm.
She leaned in closer, the shadow of her silhouette cutting across the table as she laid out the exact numbers. "Listen clearly. There is only one truck, and inside this truck, according to our intel, there should be about 36 boxes inside. Each box contains 100 of said drug. So one box has 100 of Calcium, and the other has 100 of Zinc. Six boxes of each, meaning 600 of each drug in total. One single box is worth 6 million PokéDollars. So you're looking at about 36 million PokéDollars worth of cash inside that truck."
Odin slouched back into his chair, his expression turning thoroughly unimpressed as he looked at her with pure disdain. "Wow, what the fuck? Isn't that way above my pay grade? Listen, sweety, I appreciate the confidence and trust in me... but I'm not stupid. This is a suicidal mission. You need a whole team for this; I'm just a lowly officer. And I'm doing this shit solo? Yeah, no fucking way! Not to mention my best bro is mentally retarded, which was my only chance to put up a decent fight... I know those motherfuckers guarding that truck have some bullshit high-level Pokémon with them... nah, bitch, I'm out!" Odin complained loudly.
Ariana didn't get angry. Instead, she let out a soft, dark giggle, thoroughly amused by his aggressive pushback. "Yeah, I thought you might say that... I told the Boss that as well; no idea what he is thinking. He only told me he has a good hunch you might be able to pull this off somehow... it got me curious as well. Well, you can always just say no and cough up 25k PokéDollars for all of Angel's medical expenses..." she purred, her eyes flashing with pure leverage.
Odin took a sharp, sudden hit from his vape and instantly choked, a violent fit wracking his chest. "Cough Cough cough!" He wiped his mouth, his black eyes glaring across the desk. "What the fuck, that's extortion! No way it's that expensive!" he complained, his jaw clenching.
Ariana turned her pipe in her fingers, a playful, mocking smile spreading across her lips as she listed the charges on her fingers. "The surgery, the nasal cannula, the IV, the blood transfusion... she isn't part of Team Rocket, or related, or in a partnership. She was near death; if it wasn't for Celine's medical skills, she'd be dead right now. Also, the services, the high-tech Silph Co. medical technology. Ah, and taxes!" She playfully laid the massive bill right out on the table for him.
Odin let out a harsh, bitter scoff, waving his hand aggressively. "Extortion... I don't care... fuck you guys... whatever, 25K you said?" Odin jeered.
"Yup!" Ariana said cheerfully, extending her manicured hand across the desk in a playful, demanding gesture.
"Nah, fuck that, screw you guys," Odin continued to complain, leaning away from her hand. "25K is 25K PokéDollars... I'm not coughing up shit!"
"Oh? So should I assume you're in then?" Ariana asked playfully, retracting her hand and covering her mouth as she giggled at his predictable stubbornness.
Odin went quiet for a short while, his mind calculating the routes, the risks, and the sheer volume of wealth sitting in that vehicle. "Let me hear some more... what's the logistics? The time, place, etcetera, the guards, the Pokémon... their levels... anything," Odin asked, his criminal curiosity finally overriding his hesitation.
Ariana took a slow, elegant drag from her Kizaru pipe, a dominant, victorious smile carving its way onto her face. 'Gotcha', she thought.
"First, let's discuss the route," Ariana said, blowing a thin ring of gray smoke toward the ceiling lights. "They are leaving from Viridian City, and they will be passing by Pewter City to unload some of the boxes inside the League's department's stock. Ultimately, their goal is to reach Celadon City and drop the rest there, but they will be passing multiple cities along the way, such as Cerulean City and Saffron City." She paused for a moment, letting the heavy geographical layout sink deep into Odin's head before she continued. "This truck will be leaving next Tuesday... so you have about five days left. It's leaving Viridian City at 9:00 AM in the morning."
She reached down, opening her own Pokegear with a quick swipe of her finger. With a sharp chime, she sent a highly detailed, edited map of the Viridian Forest straight to his device, packed with coordinates, possible Pokémon encounters, and potential route deviations.
Odin's Pokegear buzzed heavily in his pocket. He pulled it out, his dark eyes narrowing as he began meticulously studying the glowing green grid lines and notes displayed on the screen.
While his eyes scanned the digital map, Ariana continued speaking, her voice smooth and informative. "They will be traveling from Viridian City, cutting straight through the heart of Viridian Forest, and passing through Route 2 before they ever reach Pewter City. So on that map is the exact traveling route they will be taking, along with all the coordinates and possible deviations."
She tapped her pipe against the tray again. "Your job is to stop them inside Viridian Forest. Ambush them, fight them head-on, choose whatever method works for you... but I strongly suggest stealth... because... well, let's talk about the guards. As you can see from the information I just sent you, they are estimated to have Level 40-plus Pokémon guarding the shipment."
Odin's eyes widened slightly as he scrolled through the guard profiles, his voice dropping into a harsh, disbelieving whisper. "Suicide... Machamp... Houndoom... Alakazam... Pidgeot... Dugtrio... Magnezone? The fuck is that?" Odin checked all the specific Pokémon information, his brow furrowing at the bizarre steel monster listed at the end.
"Yes, I have to admit... it's a scary setup," Ariana explained, nodding in agreement. "And Magnezone is the evolution of Magneton."
"The fuck is a Magneton?" Odin asked, his limited knowledge on pokemon hitting a clear wall against the higher-tier evolutionary lines.
Ariana let out a small, exhausted groan, rolling her eyes. "Ugh... forget it. It's just an electric and steel-type Pokémon. Just be careful of it; it's a special attack powerhouse. But it's extremely weak to ground-type attacks... so if you've got any ground-type Pokémon or moves on your team, that will be really helpful," she explained smoothly.
"Nah... too suicidal, forget that," Odin said, shaking his head as he locked his Pokegear screen. "I'm doing this the stealth way."
"Good choice," she said, her voice dropping into a softer, surprisingly candid tone. "But listen, I know this job is unfair and really dangerous. This should have honestly been a team job meant for an elite squad... and even then, it's still not guaranteed for them to succeed. This lineup of guards is simply too dangerous. It's more of a mission for a couple of Team Rocket Captains to team up instead. Therefore, the mission parameters don't require you to steal everything... no. Just securing one box or two is already enough and will be considered a win. Remember, one single box is already worth 6 million PokéDollars, so don't worry about trying to get everything."
She leaned back, her expression turning deeply curious as she studied his face through the ambient pipe smoke. "Besides, we were originally going to leave this convoy alone completely... but the Boss decided to use it as some sort of test for you, for some unknown reason. He told me, if you die... then you die. Simple as that. It just means that was your fate or your destiny. But if you survive, and if you are successful... then it proves you are the real deal. Excessive, I know! I don't understand his mindset either, but I'm also incredibly curious to see what happens. Remember, although you are alone out there, don't be afraid to ask for help. You aren't truly alone," she finished, throwing him a sharp, highly suggestive wink.
Odin let out a slow, deliberate breath, shoving his Pokegear back into his pocket as his confidence surged right back to the surface. "Fine... I'm in. I'll do this stupid job," Odin said.
"Excellent!" Ariana joked, her voice dripping with playful mockery. "Remember, safety first!"
"Funny... real funny," he muttered, pulling his vape back to his lips and taking a heavy drag. "Anything else, though?" Odin asked.
"That's about it," Ariana laid it down for him, her eyes tracking his movements. "Just prepare yourself well, study the routes, study their Pokémon, and come up with a solid plan. Talk with your colleagues. You have connections here, so call them. Use everything at your disposal, even that massive TR stash of yours. Don't be afraid to spend your points, Odin. You can always make more; that's exactly what makes you special and different from the rest of these grunts. You can always afford to go completely overboard... a luxury others here simply don't have."
Odin stood up from his chair, a thick cloud of menthol smoke rolling from his lips as he stretched his limbs. "Noted, thanks..." he said, his voice completely casual.
Ariana also got up from her seat, her uniform shifting tightly against her body as she moved around the side of the desk. "Remember, safety first, alright?" she repeated with a knowing smirk.
"Yeah, yeah, smell ya later, Turtonator," Odin said, entirely dismissive as he turned his broad back toward her and began walking toward the heavy exit door.
But right before his fingers could even touch the metal handle, the rustle of fabric zipped behind him. Ariana closed the distance instantly, her voluptuous body slamming flush against his back as she hugged him tightly from behind. Before he could even react, she slid one of her soft, warm hands straight down the front of his pants, her fingers clamping firmly and tightly around his cock through the fabric.
Odin frozen in place, feeling the extreme heat of her chest pressing into his back as she leaned her head up while on her tippy toes. "Remember, next week Tuesday, 9:00 AM," she whispered directly into his ear, her warm breath sending a sharp spike of adrenaline straight down his neck. "And don't die, okay? Come back safely."
She planted a soft, lingering kiss directly onto his cheek, her grip giving his cock one last deliberate, possessive squeeze before she pulled her hand away and stepped back, letting him go.
Odin didn't say a single word. He simply gripped the handle, cracked the heavy door open, and walked straight out into the cold corridor, letting the door click shut behind him, completely separating them.
Standing alone in the quiet, lit hallway, Odin let out a slow breath. "Now what..." he said aloud to the empty space.
But the sheer, unhinged smile spreading across his face said something entirely different. His grin grew massive, stretching wide and sinister across his jaw as a wave of pure, dark euphoria washed over him. He was so fucking happy. He was finally getting to do some real, high-stakes mafia shit. He was going to rob a high-security convoy and steal a massive shipment of illegal drugs worth thirty-six million PokéDollars in total...
'Fuck yes!!!' He yelled out internally