002: The Red Rose

One-shot

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Hi there! I entered into the world of Wattpad. This is the first thing I'm posting here. It's cross-posted on ff and ao3. I'll just see how the reception is here before posting others.
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Jessie grew up with Team Rocket.

It was the only place she had ever known, ever since her mother brought her to the Madame, and then disappeared.

They trained her, turned her from a little girl into a top notched assassin. She was taught to separate her emotions from work, to be swift and ruthless.

She became 002: the Red Rose, the Solo Assassin.

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When in headquarters, she wore a mask covering her eyes and nose, and wigs to cover up her hair. Only the boss knew her true face and her natural red hair.

It wouldn't do for an assassin to be well-known.

Her mask, though, was red and glaring, obvious to those who see it.

The grunts in headquarters knew better than to cross her path, scurrying out of the way whenever she came by. They knew her as The Assassin, The Red Rose, the most successful assassin in Team Rocket with a near perfect record.

She was also known for kicking those in her way through the wall.

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One day, she was eating in the canteen, alone at the table when her elbow bumped into her glass of drink.

"You almost dropped this. I caught it!"

She glanced at the person beside her table, who had coincidentally walked by and snatched up her drink before it spilled over. He had blue hair and a smile.

And a red jumpsuit. A rookie. Fairly new if he didn't know better than to walk by her table.

She stood up, leaning back on her left leg to slam the rookie into the wall.

"Here, some of it spilled onto my hand, so I'll have to wash it off." He said, after placing the cup on her table, not looking at her but examining his palm. She paused. He didn't seem to realise his mistake. How laughable.

Then he turned and grinned at her, almost a smirk.

"Nice meeting you!"

She felt her heart jump a beat, her weight no longer on one leg. He turned and jogged away, toward the toilets.

It was a first smile she'd seen in a while directed at her, apart from the boss'.

Her heart skipped another beat.

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An hour later, she had obtained every last bit of information on him from the Rocket database. From his name to his birthday down to his underwear size.

James.

Strangely, it sounded nice on her tongue.

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She even disguised herself as one of the other male recruits, in order to talk to him. Though, she didn't quite understand why she'd been asking such strange, useless questions.