The basement was just a storage area, nothing terribly interesting. There was some computer equipment strewn about but it looked pretty old. Everything else was neatly packed away in boxes.
Dirk gave each box a cursory glance through its contents. If it looked good he hauled it upstairs and if it was crap he just kicked it over and kept looking. It took a while but he got it done eventually.
Before leaving he grabbed one the pokeballs from his belt releasing his Voltorb. "Short out the lights, would you?" Which it did with a few quick thundershocks. Dirk figured the poliwag would deal with the rest of the stuff in the room.
He returned voltorb and went back upstairs.
"Okay, I'll go check..."
He said and went upstairs to look around.
He did find a jewelry case, but didn't see a trace of the growlithe, other than some hairs and assumed the inhabitants of the house took it with them, he did notice the window was open and wondered if Dylan opened it, he thought about asking him, but then remembered they were supposed to make a mess, So he started doing so, pushing over wardrobes and the fridge, after emptying them of course.
"I'm the one disobeying orders, not you" Scott said while Dirk headed down the stairs.
"C'mon Red" The Growlithe at his side let out a short bark as they moved into the dinning room. There wasn't much worth taking, but Scott grabbed what ever he could and started to move on. "Red, trash the place, don't burn down the damn house though okay?" Then in an instant Growlithe jumped onto the table and starting biting the table cloth and ripping it. Scott moved into the kitchen, never anything in kitchens really, but then he noticed a wallet on the counter. He took it and put it in his pocket. Scott left the kitchen and headed back into the main hallway when Dirk come up the stairs from the basement.
"All done?" Dirk asked
"Not yet, haven't hit the living room. Thats wear Max wanted us to meet up anyway." Scott replied. "Polly now." He ordered his pokemon.
Pollllllii! The Poliwag let out in joy before unleashing its water gun attack down the stairs.
"After you" Scott said to Dirk while motioning to the living room.
Before moving on Dirk had an idea. "There was some electronic equipment down there..." He sent out voltorb again. "When the place is nice and full, give it a few jolts. that should do it."
The living room was pretty fancy. Some couches, a couple of cabinets and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. "See if theres any silveware in those cabinets. I'll handle the trashing." This time Dirk sent out his Ryhorn. It was a big one and also exceptionally mean. "Go nuts."
Ryhorn commenced with tearing up the funiture, tossing it about and smashing anything breakable. Dirk was somewhat bothered with how good it was at this. He certainly hadn't taught it anything like this.
"Ok, Machoke, start breaking stuff" She pointed at a door, which was soon decimated. The room beyond was filled with all sorts of goodies, the best part about it being that an entire home theater system was encased in a single piece of furniture.
"Nice find Machoke, now take it outside and load it into one of the carts. But wait, let me unplug everything so it can be sold for full price."
"Maaaachoke." The pokemon smashed out a side of the house to make room for the electronics. Leela pulled a powerstrip out of the wall that had everything powered by it. From the looks of it, everything had been secured to the furniture piece in some way or another, and moved very little when her Machoke picked it up with one hand and carried it outside to the sidewalk.
She set it down and came back in, by which time the bird with the leek-Farfecht'd! That's what she thought it was, had more or less destroyed everything in existence downstairs. Leela moved to the kitchen, where there was plenty of candy bars, juice boxes, and crayon pictures on the fridge. It was a decent enough fridge, she thought, but not worth stealing. She opened it instead and found some more food. She grabbed a handful of candy and energy bars that were within her reach and stuffed them into her satchel. She took a juice box and began sipping from it. Time to go upstairs. Machoke following behind, as always.
Kuro looks around some more, there doesn't seem to be anything left to take.
"Better find some more stuff to break.
Let's do something with the electrical breakers."
He went into the garage, where the breakers were, turned off the main breaker and then used some metal lying around to short all the breaker, so that when anyone plugged anything in, it would be fried.
Max stormed through the bed rooms. The house's couple had heard them and were preparing to flee. Nidorino tackled the unfortunate man trying to get to the hallway window in his underwear. While the Pokemon pinned down the guy he went into the bedroom. Dodging the shattering of a vase thrown in his direction, he jumped on top of the girl in the bed. She screamed but he smacked her once and she quieted down. The angry shouts of her young boyfriend could be heard from outside the door.
"You brought this on yourselves. Team Rocket doesn't appreciate those who ignore the chance to pay us off."
He pulled some stolen police handcuffs from his belt, leaving the girl attached to the bed. He licked her neck, enjoying how terrified she was. Ripping through the closet, he took some valuable dresses and jewelry. He noticed there was a machete in the closet. Picking it up, he used it to rip the clothing and aid him in destroying the place. He tossed everything worth stealing down the stairs.
Finally, after clearing out all the rooms he came over to the man still struggling beneath his Pokemon.
"Just remember that next time..." he stabbed the machete inches from the frightened man's head to punctuate his sentence. "...to pay up when we come calling."
Rich pricks. Well, time to go back downstairs.
His Nidorino stomped the mans head a bit, leaving him out cold. They returned down the stairs. Already grunts from Orange team were taking out the loot to the carts. It was hard not to feel superior to them as they were doing the boring work. He could feel their looks of jealousy. He met up with the others in the living room.
"What'd you nick?" he sounded cheerful, despite speaking as a superior. Nothing like a job done good to cheer a man up.
Alex went through the house berserk but the man wasn't there. He was furious.
"Where the hell is he?" he shouted at a Yellow Team Rocket who was struggling with a piece of furniture. Not waiting for an answer, he hit the man in the back with his bat and moved outside of the house.
"Well, destroy the place anyway." he muttered, trying to think. An Orange Team Grunt appeared.
"What my pretty?"
"We found the guy. He's working late in the office, in North Celadon. In an office building on Elk Stree-"
"Fuck. Well, tell your guys to finish off the houses here. I'm going to get all my guys together. We need to shake this guy up."
"Yes sir!" said the Orange grunt, going off to tell his comrades they were going to get to raid houses after all.
"Giovanni's will must be obeyed."
After rigging the breakers, Kuro pulled some curtains from the wall, broke some windows, smashed the toilets and then started helping Dylan carry everything outside.
He wouldn't be surprised if the inhabitants of the house would move out of town after all this.
Damian went through the first floor looking for anything that could be of value. His farfetch'd would run up to him on occasion holding something it thought was valuable. Most of it was shiny things since it liked shiny objects. "Farfetch'd" the little bird squawked running up to damian holding a shiny object. Damian was looking at one of the tvs wondering how to get it out of the house when his farfetch'd ran up to him. "Whatcha got there farfetch'd?" Damian asked. "Farfetch'd!" The little bird squawked happily handing damian the object in its wing.
Damian took the object and noticed that it was a shiny fork of all things. "Farfetch'd I wanted valuable things not shiny things. This fork is useless." Damian said throwing the fork into the wall. "Farfetch'd!" The little bird said angrily hitting damian with It's leek. "Dammit farfetch'd! You want to go back into the pokeball?" Damian threatened. The little bird squawked and ran to find something valuable. "Damn bird." Damian said before he started to unplug the tv.
Leela and her Machoke arrived on the second floor, going through the rooms, she found a girl cowering in a corner, clutching a pokeball. She went over and jerked it out of her hand and opened it, inside was a simple Rattata. Nothing special, but it was good enough to warrant a steal.
"Silly girl, tell your parents to pay up next time."
She continued along, opening doors, having Machoke smash them when they were either locked or if she felt like it. She kept sipping on her juice box, opened a door, and was greeted by a man swinging a metal walking stick. Machoke pushed her to the side, grabbed the stick, and bent it into a pretzel around the man. He watched with a look of complete horror as Leela stood, juice spilled over her uniform, and anger in her eyes. She went to the nearby window and broke it out, she didn't want the guy dead, just in pain.
She then grabbed one of the handles created by the bent pole and made the man run across the room and out the window. She watched as he fell onto the grass in front of his house. He crawled around some, so she knew he wasn't too seriously hurt.
"Do not mess with the Rockets, you'll only hurt yourself. Thank you, and support your local Rockets."
Inside the house were a few trinkets, nothing of any real value, but more than enough to make the house worth breaking into. Now was time to make sure they got the point of the raid. Her Machoke broke pretty much everything that either wasn't worth anything. She went back downstairs to where Damian had taken care of what she'd left behind.
"So, you find anything good? Anything needing heavy lifting?" She wrapped her arm around her slightly over-protective Machoke's arm, and grabbed another juice box and began sipping from it.
"Oh! I almost forgot," She took the pokeball with the Rattata out of her satchel and threw it to the man, who caught it.
Damian looked over at leels as she walked over to him with her machoke. "Nothing really, just this tv here. My farfetch'd has brought me nothing but shiny silverware so I doubt he's found anything good." Damian responded finishing unpluging the tv. "Not much of a score here sadly. If you could get your machoke to take this tv out to the cart that would be useful." Damian said looking at the tv. "Farfetch'd!" The little bird called out happily as he ran up to damian. "Farfetch'd I swear this better not be more fucking silverware." Damian said agitated.
"Farfetch'd!" The little bird squawked holding out a box. "What's this?" Damian asked taking the box. Looking inside of the box he found that it was filled with jewelry. "Nice find farfetch'd" damian said closing the box. The little bird squawked happily. "Well at least you found something of value." Damian added.
"Wow," Leela said,"A tv out here and a whole room devoted to the same crap. I haven't seen anything like this since I was growin- nevermind. Machoke, Take the tv outside please."
"Mahoke." She replied, grabbing the tv in one hand and walking out with Leela still hanging on her arm. She gave it to a pair of Orange team grunts, who looked on with envy. A young grunt was trying to help the man up off the ground as they walked back inside.
"Leave him there, kid, he's not worth picking up."
They arrived back inside, where Damian held a box of something and his delighted Farfecth'd was hopping from one foot to the other in joy.
"I guess he found something pretty good to warrant that, huh?"
Damian was looking through the box when leels walked back in. "Yeah he found something useful." Damian said handing leels the box of jewelry. "For once in his life he found something valuable." Damian added getting a nasty squawk from his farfetch'd. "Don't know how valuable that jewelry is but we got probably sell it for something. It's better than nothing I guess." Damian said.
Leela opened the box, nothing was up to the standard she had grown up with, but it was nice enough, certainly worth enough.
"It's good enough shit. Nothing unique, but these earrings and necklace set are pretty good, worth at least as much as two of those tv's I just took out."
An Orange Team Grunt stormed in,"Super Commander Alex says that Yellow team is supposed to assemble outside, now."
Leela turned around after handing the box back to Damian,"Thanks, Orange, now back to your duties. Go on, go-go. This is Yellow territory right now, your place is outside."
She patted the arm of Machoke,"Time to go back into your ball, Machoke, I'll let you out again as soon as I can." the Orange grunt looked about to say something, but a hand hovering over her pokeball shut him up and he left.
Machoke returned to her ball and Leela clipped it back to her belt. She left, and threw the Rattata ball into the cart as she passed by it.
While putting the rest outside, some grunts from Team Orange came to the house.
"You two! Alex sent orders to assemble. We'll finish the job."
"Okay, fine... You won't have much to do then...
Hannah, return to your pokeball."
The purple spectre went back into the ball and Kuro and Dylan left to where they were supposed to assemble.
Max came down the stairs looking decidedly more cheery than before. A man who enjoys his job.
"What'd you nick?"
"Er, shit, I don't really know. I took what looked useful and piled it up over there. The basement was just storage so I can't really tell how much of its any good. Some of it looked pretty high tech though." Basements weren't typically something Dirk even bothered looting considering you couldn't really carry most of the stuff you would find in there out on foot.
"This guy took the main floor. Ask him if you want details about that."
Voltorb rolled around the corner, moving a lot faster than would be strictly apropriate for indoors. It did that a lot. "It's done then?" Voltorb gave what roughly equated to a nod considering it was litterally just a ball with eyes. "Good." Dirk returned it to its ball.
By then Ryhorn was finished doing what it does best, i.e., breaking stuff, so Dirk recalled it too. Job well done and he didn't even break a sweat.
"So thats me. How'd you do? Anybody home?" Dirk decided he might as well be amicable. After all, they would be working together.
"Got some jewelry and dresses that will turn a good profit. Mostly just wrecked their shit." he grinned. "Oh yeah, there was a bitch and his girlfriend up there. I scared the shit out of them and knocked him out. They'll pay next time."
"Lieutenant, Alex is ordering you guys to clear out. The guy isn't there." said the voice of an Orange Grunt from outside.
"Shit. Well, lets get going." he said as some Orange grunts came in to lift the heavier goods.
They left the house to the other grunts, moving up to an empty garage Alex had commandeered as shelter from the rain. The carts were slowly taking goods away to the game corner.
"Just one house due back then we're all here." said Max, reporting to Alex.
"Good. Listen my darlings, we've got a harder job ahead than we were supposed to have. The city police are paid off to ignore Rockets busting into houses but the dicks in the high rises pay them more to keep us out of them. So the cops will bust our asses if we're caught."
Alex smoothed the back of his hair and continued.
"The guy's name is Mr. Conner. Giovanni wants me to... convince him to do something for us. I'll get you to take those new recruits up the stairs Maxxie. Help me find Conner. The rest of you lot." he said, pointing at the barely sober grunts standing around. "You'll keep the block clear. Beat the shit up out of anyone trying to get near the building."
Max grinned. An office in a residential building was always interesting.
I just hope that Zane and Mayu twerp hurry back here.
Mayu watched the third ball carefully and as soon as the Pokemon formed from the beam of light, she giggled and said. "A Koffing! How cool! Come on you guys, time to take stuff!" She hurried into the building behind Zane and looked around. It was a really nice place! Giggling, she told her Pokemon. "Be sure to take anything that isn't bolted down, and break the stuff that is! Vulpix, no burning the house down. Max said no torching and I don't wanna get in trouble for not listening." As she said this, she started to pick up things that seemed valuable. Vases, paintings, jewelry. All of these things were able to be carried by her and taken to the cart. She and her Pokemon were small, so the stuff they could get was limited. She was really into it though. This was really exciting and, pretty fun as well.
All things had to come to an end though, and after confirming that Zane was done on his end, and confirming that her Pokemon broke stuff like she asked by having Ratatta chew on some furniture, Vulpix scratching a few things, and Koffing just making things dirty and smelly, she said. "Okay, that's all for us! Koffing, cover our exit with a smokescreen!" Koffing followed her command and filled the entire house with smoke, even though the owners were all likely cowering under their beds, she still wanted to leave flashily. Hurrying back, she gulped when she saw the crowd. "Uh oh, looks like we're the last ones."
Max looked at Zane and Mayu, scowling as they stepped up.
"Now that we've all finished with our houses we're moving to the downtown district. Most of the force will be staying on the first floor and the surrounding block. Everyone else goes up with Alex and me." said Max quickly.
He led the way and ignored the rain pounding his face.
At least the cops shouldn't feel too motivated to patrol tonight, this storm is picking up.
Scott was following the group in the rain. "Really? Breaking into houses, now an apartment building? I can do this without Team Rocket. I might as well just get suspended again if this is all we'll be doing." Scott thought to himself.
"...There might be something more to this new job, if they stopped us from doing the other one for it..."
Zane was really disappointed that the owners of the house had been cowards. He had been all set for a fight, and made sure to make as much noise destroying the house as possible... But no one came to stop him. Trying not to be too disappointed he set about stealing their valuables and destroying everything else with a gusto. At least he and Mankey had a lot of fun with that.
Perhaps too much fun, as it seemed he and Mayu were the last ones back.
He fell in beside Mayu as they followed Max towards downtown. He was still flush from the rush of destruction, and grinned into the rain. Turning to Mayu he exclaimed: "That was a blast! And you were great! That smokescreen at the end was brilliant, I bet their house will smell for weeks!" In his excitement at their work he forgot all about her age and how much she had annoyed him. All he could think of was how they had torn the place apart together. "Shame that the owners didn't show up though. I really wanted a fight tonight."
"I wonder if putting a bomb in one of these houses is going too far."
Dylan was getting soaked in the rain while following the group.
He had his umbrella, but he thought that he might be called a wuss for letting a little rain get to him. For a while, his mind was filled with thoughts of that growlithe, and the trouble it would have given him if it was found out that he let it go.
"Shame that the owners didn't show up though. I really wanted a fight tonight."
"Night's not over just yet, Zane. Give it time, someone's bound to want you in the ground eventually."
Leela had fallen back and was walking next to Mayu and Zane. As much as she wished the girl had waited, she didn't see any fault in her decision to join the Rockets. She reminded her of herself when she'd been that age, in a way, and she didn't want Zane screwing her up more than could be fixed. The kid would either want out someday or get to where she wanted, either way, it was bad if she was damaged goods.
"I've gotta say though, what I saw was a pretty decent job considering your pokemon." She said this mostly for Mayu's pleasure, but the look she may or may not get from Zane would work just fine. He was too damn predictable, fun to mess with, but predictable.
Damian had put farfetch'd back in it's pokeball before joining back with the group. "Looks like the police are starting to grow a pair. Sadly they don't know who they are messing with." Damian thought to himself keeping up with the rest of the group. Damian has fought a few police officers before and they think they are much stronger than they actually are. He has no regrets fighting police officers since they usually start the battle.
More rain. What is with these guys? I get that maybe they don't want to postpone a job because of a little rain but would it kill them to issue some umbrellas? Or maybe some ponchos? It's too fucking cold to be walking around in the rain. Hell, a well placed thunderbolt could knock half the team out cold.
Dirk walked on in silence, cursing the whether gods and being generally curmudgeonly. He just hoped this place was close. And warm, that'd be a nice bonus.
Kuro didn't mind the rain as much as Dirk did, in fact he liked rain after a mission.
Not so much before or during a mission though.
Mayu giggled happily at the praise Zane gave her when he returned with her to the group. Smiling, she said. "Thank you. I thought it would be cool to leave like that! They definitely won't forget us for a long time! I couldn't break anything, but I did have my Pokemon do the breaking for me!" She looked up at the raining sky, squinting a little to keep the rain out of her eyes as she said. "My first break-in. It was a lot of fun!"
...My first break-in. It was a lot of fun!
Zane grinned in response. Even Leels' comment couldn't ruin his good mood at the moment. "Oh yea! They're a blast! Wait till you get to do a stealthy one, they're even more fun. More of a challenge."
He turned back and shot a smirk at Leels. "Watsa matter Leels? Nothing in your house but dust? Some little Rattata scare you in to running?"
Wait till you get to do a stealthy one, they're even more fun. More of a challenge.
This pulled Kuro's attention, the thrill stealth missions are exactly why he didn't stick with just stealing to survive, so he slowed down a bit to end up a bit closer to the others.
"Watsa matter Leels? Nothing in your house but dust? Some little Rattata scare you in to running?"
Leela liked the little high she got from the break-ins, but didn't really see the need to display it. Team Rocket was the biggest fish around, but the world wasn't just Celadon and the surrounding area. There was always a bigger,badder organization out there somewhere, just waiting for the old one to start doing stupid stuff. Her tutors had thrown a few things at her that had actually stuck, loathe as she was to admit it.
"No, let's see, had to break out a sidewall to get one of those new theatre systems out, a girl with a pokeball upstairs, and that guy on the front lawn got a bit too aggressive, so he got thrown out. Damian's Farfetch'd found a box of pretty decent jewelery, and another tv. That good enough for ya? I'd say we picked up a few thousand from the electronics alone. You get something better?"
"... You get something better?"
Zane was a little shocked. He hadn't expected that. Despite a little voice telling him not to do it he rose to Leels' challenge anyway.
"Some art and stuff. No idea what it was worth, but it seemed fancy. My guys didn't have much in the way of electronics though. Just some cash and some jewels. And the art."
He shrugged before Leels could respond, acutely aware that his haul sounded kind of flat next to hers. "Like I said. Not as much fun though. It's a lot cooler to get in there, take their stuff, and get out without anyone knowing." He grinned. "I liked watching families after they wake up and find their stuff gone. Their reactions are always priceless."
"Their reactions are always priceless."
"Just like someone else I know,"Leela mumbled to herself, loud enough for Mayu to hear maybe, but the rain smacking against the concrete would've masked it.
"Unless you forgot, the whole point of the break-ins today was to collect from the owners on...outstanding dues. Making our presence known was a part of the job. Too late to change any of it now, though, so it doesn't matter. Anything in the art collection by that 'Slo'Bloke' fella? Met him a couple of times, seemed ok, but uh-*cough* nevermind"
Dammit, I've really got to learn how to shut my mouth around these people, no one needs to know about my family, it'll just get exploited somehow.
Leela took off her hat, causing some of the water gathered on the brim to fall into her face, which she then used to wet her hair and rearrange a few stray strands. She scrunched it back on and continued walking.
... seemed ok, but uh-*cough* nevermind."
Zane looked at Leels sharply.
"Slow'Bloke? You think I study art or something? How the hell you'd meet this guy? How do you know who he is?" A half formed suspicion was beginning to take root in Zane's mind: Leel's manner, her style of dress, the way she treated her Pokemon and the way she acted superior to everyone else. She wasn't a typical Rocket. Or a typical thug. At first Zane had thought it might just be because she was a woman, but now he began to wonder...
Dirk grunted sharply to himself. He was right about these kids. Too impulsive, too energetic and a bit too happy as well. It felt kind of wierd to be working with these people. Most of the stuff Dirk had done was alone and the little he had done cooperatively was with people more like him, older and hardened. Hanging around a bunch of kids who actually enjoyed this work...well, despite his disdain it rubbed off on him, if only a little bit.
Not that Dirk had ever really enjoyed criminal life. At first it had been necessary and later it just seemed easier. Dirk suspected none of the rockets he had met so far had been forced into the gang. Except perhaps Damian.