I wore a trenchcoat and matching pants with combat boots, l made from pure Serperior leather. Apparently, there was a good use of her frequent shedding. It was extremely sturdy, but at the same time, it was very light which was beneficial to my movements. To conceal myself, I managed to dye it black by gathering the colour from spoilt berries. I was also able to make a few bombs, especially that of poison and smoke. I was able to store them in weak leaves which I hardened so that they could hold the contents, but could bring them out on heavy impact.  Apparently Nidoking's toxicity is high enough to knock out a person for a solid 20 hours while a concentrated dose may be fatal. I prepared the smoke bombs from Torkoal's, Typhlosion's and Emboar's smoke. It was a rather excruciating task, but it was worth it.

From the remaining shedded skin, I managed to make a gas mask which I tied around my neck and I could bring it up to conceal my jaw, upto my nose whenever required. So when a random person sees me, he could only see my eyes and my forehead with minor potions of my cheeks. I also layered the mask with a minor dose of activated Enigma Berries which took away the poison in the gases I breathe. That could be useful if I accidentally throw a bomb close to my person. Hiding my lightning bolt marks was the trickiest part though. The biggest achievement that I had achieved was stuffing Raichu into his Pokeball. He was finally comfortable getting in it after I pulled some strings with random people to get Professor Oak to modify the Pokeball. The best craft that I was able to do, was to shape a piece of hard wood like a shotgun in such a way that it could hold all of my Pokeballs and I could choose any Pokemon by the various compartments in it. Those 4 months of craziness was worth it after all.

After I decided that I had trained myself and my Pokemon well enough, I decided to begin my journey of vengeance. My first target, ARCHER!

By my calculations, Team Rocket had the worst ever communication system as they took around a week to send information from one HQ to the other. I had to make full utilization of the weakness, but I never knew that I'd be receiving help from a group I never expected to see again.

From the 3 points of entrances, the weakest was the side entrance and I tried to approach Archie by that way. Out of the blue, I heard a large scream and I went towards the source of the scream and I saw Jessie and James hugging each other, their teeth tattering, while Meowth was biting his nails. From my right, 5 Rocket grunts came with silenced 9 mms and pointed them towards the trio who began to shudder even harder. Butch and Cassidy were among the 5 grunts. I did require an inside man, didn't I? So I decided to help them.

"You 3 have caused enough trouble for us. It's time you got kicked out, and by getting kicked out from Team Rocket is getting kicked out from the world, so buh-bye", Cassidy chimed pointing her pistol towards them.

"WOBBUFFET!!", the Pokemon came out of its Pokeball totally unaware of the situation and all of their Pokemon followed suit.

"Fine, then!! Let's play it your way", Cassidy said reaching for her Pokeballs. This was the perfect moment.

"GRENINJA, I choose YOU!!", I yelled throwing his Pokeball. This also compromised my position.

"Who is that guy, now? Anyway, get him first and then we'll finish these idiots off", Butch told the remaining grunts who nodded their heads.

"Use Grand Slam to knock them out cold and if required, use Bullet Storm!!", I told him and he simply smirked in return.

"WHAT? We haven't even brought our Pokemon out yet!! Are you gonna attack US?", Cassidy yelled.

"That's the general idea", I told her and she paled. Greninja used the moment to create a Baseball bat made of ice and used his speed to knock out the first 2 grunts but the third apparently had a thick skull as the ice bat shattered upon impact. This didn't harm our ambush, as Greninja pictured a rain of ice bullets which emerged from behind him and hit Butch and Cassidy repeatedly until they were knocked out cold.

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