A Team Rocket Story (Name in Progress)

Chapter 1

"They're losing to a Pikachu..." I watched as my so-said rival group started losing to a measly little Pikachu during a Pokemon battle, "They have a robot, and they're losing to a Pikachu..."

"We never even needed a robot. We've stolen hundreds of Pikachus." My partner, Houston laughed.

I laughed, "Should we step in and take over for those clowns?"

Houston shook his head, "They're on a good losing streak, let's not ruin it..." He laughed again and started walking off into the woods behind us, "Let's get back to Giovanni and tell him what we've seen."

Houston and I were notorious thieves of the organization, Team Rocket. My names Tessie, and Houston and I are Team Rockets best team of Pokemon thieves.

Houston had short blond hair with thick eyebrows and sideburns. He had grey eyes and was tall and brooding, kind of like the High School football jocks. He acted well enough like one. He doesn't really have many skills, other than the fact he's pretty good at strategizing. I will give him that.

I was basically the total opposite. While he stood at a freakish 6'8" I was hardly even 5 foot tall. I had dark Royal Blue hair that went down to my waist and bangs that covered my forehead. My skills included computer hacking and car jacking. I'm an expert in disguise and hiding. I'm a great actress, and I can swindle any trainer out of their Pokemon.

We were told to spy on this other team of Team Rocket thieves who go by the names of Jessie and James; and from what we've observed so far: They suck.

I turned to follow my partner, "I'm right behind you. Let's go Arcanine." My Pokemon barked and walked behind me. My Arcanine was the strongest Pokemon I owned. I had six Pokemon with me, while Houston always felt the need to only carry three.

Within the forest, on an open path we had two motorcycles parked. Both had Cages attached to them, holding just a few the Pokemon we smuggled, stolen, or caught. I returned Arcanine to his poke'ball and hopped onto mine, as did Houston. He started riding off and I followed beside him. Houston and I didn't really have any relationship with each other. We were only partners. In short, Houston was sometimes a dick to me. He thinks he's the leader of our little duo, when in reality, I'm the leader. I'm more skilled than he is at anything. He can't do the things I can. I'm the superior on the team.

We rode out of the forest, and suddenly there was a huge explosion from behind us, we stopped and looked back at it, "What was that?" Houston asked.

I smirked, "Team rockets blasting off again."

Houston raised an eyebrow, confused, but suddenly the team we were watching in the forest was blow into the sky, screaming the exact same thing I just said, "Oh."

"Unlike you, I've done my homework on these guys." I smirked and started riding off again, this time with Houston behind me.