Storm Crossed (Discontinued)

Entry II

May 9

33 Days until Torrent Day

Dear Journal,

No, that still doesn't sound right. Oh well. It was worth a shot.

Anyways, it appears as though you're snooping through my book again. Good for you. The only explanation I can think of as to why you're reading this is that you're wondering what Team Magma life is like.

Well, I guess you should know that whatever happens, you can't say I didn't warn you. Team Magma does have an ugly side, but it isn't world domination like people assume. We don't want that.

See, the members of Team Magma take our jobs very seriously because one mistake, one slip up, one tiny little error can cost us our job. Yesterday, I made the mistake in leaving Courtney because she and the other grunts were gossiping for the most part. It was giving me a headache.

Being that I get headaches a lot, I try to reduce the amount of times they occur. It's a reasonable explanation.

Because of what happened, I got a called out of the dinning hall during breakfast. I didn't even take a bite out of my toast. It was then I realized I was in huge trouble. Let me tell you, dear reader, that isn't a good thing.

To be in trouble before breakfast has even started, well, it's scary.

I was alone in the room with our leader, Maxie. For the first couple of moments, it was just complete and utter silence. His eyes were glued on some papers. He was looking for something, and I wasn't sure what. All I could do was watch him.

Not once did Maxie acknowledge me. No. He just kept his head down. My eyes stared into the wrinkles indented into his face as I cautiously took a seat across from him. Even then, I could feel my body shake.

Maxie's office is usually clean. There isn't a speck of dirt on the ground to be found. He didn't keep pictures of loved ones up on the wall, or any personal belongings for that matter. All there was were the deep red walls of his office, with a map of Hoenn hanging behind him. His papers, that were usually tucked away in one of the drawers in his sleek marble desk, were now scattered across his desk.

Eventually he cleared his throat. Realizing that I was staring down at his desk, I snapped my head up to stare him in the eyes. Maxie adjusted his rectangular glasses as his lips pressed together. It was rare to smile, so rare, I've never even witnessed it. If he were to ever smile, he would still look intimidating.

See, Maxie always wore this red turtle neck-suit that looked uncomfortable. At least, it would on any other person, but Maxie had this sense of authority surrounding him. He could wear this turtle neck sweater underneath a matching suit, with our Team Magma logo printed on the lapels. If that wasn't enough, he kept his hair long.

People would look hot in that outfit, but Maxie didn't even break a sweat.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" I questioned.

"Yes, Courtney gave me the reports from your mission yesterday," Maxie said as he folded his hands on his desk. "Would you like to explain where you went?"

Normally, I'd tell the truth, but this wasn't my first offense. I don't get in trouble often. In the past, my sneaking off has usually been useful. The last time I was caught sneaking off, I pulled some plans out of Scott's back pocket, helping my team figure out where they'd strike next. Before then, I was able to slow a group of them from attacking the rest of our group (even though, my Pokémon ended up fainting in the process...I did manage to stop three of the members from battling the rest of them), and before that, I stole the Blue Orb so they wouldn't have it.