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Chapter 67 - Gonna Let you go, Gotta let you down

Oh, for fuck's sake, how hard is it to find an elevator in this goddamn maze? I swear, Team Rocket must've hired the same architect who designed the Winchester Mystery House. But hey, at least I had Mewtwo with me, chatting away like a curious little kitten.

"So, what's the deal with this glass stuff?" Mewtwo asked, her tail swishing back and forth as she floated along beside me. "It's all see-through, but it's still there."

I smirked, glancing at her. "Well, glass is like a stealthy little spy. It's all about deception."

Mewtwo tilted her head, her eyes wide with curiosity. "A spy? But it doesn't move or fight."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Nah, not that kind of spy. Glass is more like a spy of light. See, light passes right through it, which makes it look invisible. That's what we call transparency."

Mewtwo blinked, processing this new information. "Trans...parency," she repeated, testing the word on her tongue.

I chuckled, giving her a playful pat on the head. "Exactly! And then you've got the opposite of that, opacity. That's when light can't pass through, so the material looks solid. Like this wall here." I rapped my knuckles on the wall for emphasis.

Mewtwo floated closer to the wall, her eyes scanning it curiously. "So, this wall is opaque because light can't pass through it?"

"Bingo!," I said, giving her nose a boop. "It's all about how materials interact with light. Some let it through, some don't. That's what makes them transparent or opaque."

Mewtwo looked a bit annoyed but thoughtful, her tail swishing slowly behind her. "That's so fascinating! I never thought about it like that before."

I smirked, continuing our search for the goddamn elevator. "Stick with me, I'll teach you all sorts of fun shit."

As we rounded a corner, I finally spotted the elevator doors up ahead. Thank fuck for that. Standing beside it, like a loyal little sentry, was the female grunt. Man, this chick was something else, her legs going tip-tap-top on the floor. She was like the goddamn Duracell Bunny, always ready to go.

The grunt noticed us by footsteps and turned around to look up at us, her eyes wide with anticipation. "What took you so long, sir?"

I shrugged, giving her a casual nod. "Eh, just checking in on some shit. Can't have these assholes slacking off, ya know?"

The grunt nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Of course, sir. I understand."

I chuckled, my eyes flicking over to her jiggling ass. Damn, that thing was a fucking masterpiece, even tapping it once doesn't sate the wolf inside me.

"Don't worry, though. I'm not talking about you. You're a fucking champ, especially that ass of yours."

Her cheeks flushed a little, but she kept her composure, giving me a playful side-eye. "Thank you for the compliment, sir. I just want to ensure that you're... satisfied."

Just then, Mewtwo piped up, her voice filling the air with that childlike curiosity of hers. "You do a lot of work with your butt?"

The grunt's eyes widened like she'd just seen a ghost, her mouth hanging open. "Mewtwo can... talk, sir?"

I chuckled, giving Mewtwo a pat on the head. "Yep, she's a psychic Pokémon. Understanding and speaking human language is a breeze for her. Fuji, despite being a total ass, did some amazing work on her."

The grunt blinked, taking a moment to process the info. "That's... impressive, sir. I had no idea." She turned to Mewtwo, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and curiosity. "So, you can understand everything we say?"

Mewtwo nodded eagerly, her tail swishing back and forth like a happy metronome. "Yes, I can! It's fascinating to learn about humans this way."

The grunt let out a polite chuckle, her face lighting up. "Well, it's an honor to meet you, Mewtwo. I'm sure we'll get along well."

She paused, her brows furrowing slightly as she recalled something. "You know, sir, we have a Meowth in Team Rocket who can talk as well. Perhaps Mewtwo would enjoy a conversation with him sometime."

Mewtwo tilted her head, curiosity piqued. "A talking Meowth? That does sound interesting. I'd like to meet him."

I snorted, giving the grunt a side-eye. "Yeah, yeah. Maybe we can arrange a little chat session later. But for now, let's get the hell out of this maze."

The elevator doors slid open with a loud-ass DING, like the bell at a boxing match announcing the next round. We all stepped inside, and Mewtwo, still floating, looked around with wide-eyed curiosity.

"Alright, Mewtwo," I said, gesturing to her with a nod. "Feet on the ground, yeah? Floating's a bit weird in here."

Mewtwo deflated like a balloon, planting her feet firmly on the ground. She looked up at me, eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Why are we in this tiny metal room, sir?"

I jerked a thumb at the grunt, smirking. "Hey, grunt, why don't you give Mewtwo the lowdown on elevators?"

The grunt's eyes widened like I'd just asked her to recite the periodic table. "M-me, sir? Okay, here goes." She turned to Mewtwo, putting on her best educational voice. "So, Mewtwo, this is an elevator. It's a mechanized box that transports us up and down between different levels of a building. This way, we avoid the exhaustion of climbing stairs."

Mewtwo tilted her head, eyes wide with fascination. "A mechanized box? But why does it need to move up and down?"

The grunt offered a small smile, her voice taking on a patient tone. "Well, you see, sometimes we need to access different floors in a building quickly. Instead of climbing numerous stairs, we utilize the elevator as an efficient mode of transportation."

Mewtwo's eyes sparkled with understanding. "Oh, I see! So it's like a convenient shortcut to move up and down without tiring ourselves out."

I leaned against the elevator wall, smirking. "Bingo, babe. Now you're catching on to this human stuff."

As the elevator started to move, Mewtwo's eyes widened, and she grabbed onto my arm, her psychic energy buzzing around us. "Oh! It's moving! This is so strange!"

The grunt just smiled politely, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she watched Mewtwo's excitement.

Mewtwo tilted her head, her tail swishing with curiosity. "So, how does this mechanized box know where to go?"

The grunt's smile widened, and she pointed to the buttons on the panel. "Well, Mewtwo, it's all controlled by these buttons here. See these numbers? Each one corresponds to a different floor. When we press a button, the elevator is programmed to take us to that specific floor."

Mewtwo's eyes sparkled with understanding. "Oh, I see! So it's like a map, but with numbers instead of locations."

Man, she is really confusing me with how she knows some things but doesn't know other. I mean, how come she knows what the fuck is map? 

Pretty sure that Amber wouldn't have know about it. Or did they do some sort of basic info transfer to her mind?

The grunt nodded, her expression filled with warmth. "Exactly! And the elevator is designed to take us precisely where we need to go."

I leaned against the wall, watching the interaction with a smirk. Damn, this grunt had a knack for explaining things. She had this whole professional yet nurturing vibe going on.

Mewtwo's curiosity wasn't satisfied yet. "But what if the mechanized box breaks? What happens then?"

The grunt chuckled softly, her voice like velvet. "Well, Mewtwo, if the elevator breaks, we've got these guys called maintenance workers. They swoop in like superheroes and fix everything."

Mewtwo nodded eagerly, her tail flicking like a happy metronome. "That sounds like a very important job! I like people who fix things."

The grunt smiled, her eyes gleaming with pride. "You got that right! They make sure everything runs smoothly, so we can all use the elevator without turning it into a horror movie."

As the elevator doors finally slid open with a satisfying DING, Mewtwo looked out, her eyes wide with excitement. "Where are we now?"

I stepped out, gesturing around with a dramatic flourish. "This, my dear Mewtwo, is the ground floor."

We disembarked from the elevator, and compared to the stale and plain underground, the ground layer—aka the gym people see—was definitely more adorned. There were multiple paintings and decorations on the walls of the corridor.

Mewtwo looked around, her eyes wide with wonder. "What are these people doing on the wall, and why are they so still?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Those aren't real people, Mewtwo. They're called paintings and photos. Just fancy-ass images to make the walls look less boring."

Mewtwo tilted her head, her tail swishing with curiosity. "But why would people want to freeze moments?"

I leaned against the wall, my eyes scanning the paintings. "Well, sometimes people want to remember stuff—like a good meal, a cool vacation, or that time they totally embarrassed themselves. They capture it in a painting or a photo, so they can look at it later and either laugh or cringe."

Mewtwo's eyes sparkled with understanding. "Oh, I see! So it's like keeping a memory in a box, but on the wall instead."

I smirked, giving her a playful nudge. "Exactly! Now you're getting the hang of this human stuff."

I shrugged, a smirk playing on my lips. "Sure, sure, whatever you want, kiddo."

Mewtwo floated ahead, eager to see more paintings and pictures, her tail swishing excitedly like a kid in a candy store. I turned to the grunt, my expression shifting to a more serious one. Time to get down to business.

"So, tell me, what are your duties around here?" I asked, giving her a stern look.

She blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question, but answered without hesitation. "I'm part of logistics, sir. I also relay information between the research labs and you."

I nodded, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "Well, I've decided to close off the cloning lab. Their work has been shit, and it even threatened my life."

The grunt's eyes widened in surprise, like I'd just told her Santa wasn't real. "But...but sir, that's a significant decision. Are you sure about this?"

I chuckled, enjoying her reaction. "Absolutely. Now, tell me about your management skills."

She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. "I...I graduated from the Team Rocket Training Academy with honors. I have experience in managing logistics and coordinating between different departments."

I raised an eyebrow. Team Rocket even has a training academy? What the actual fuck? I kept my thoughts to myself and nodded, humming thoughtfully. "Impressive. But I'm afraid I have to let you go."

"You are fired."

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