Admin Summer -- a word, please?

( yawwwnn! )

( you said soon — and soon it is. you left work today early, only alerting your wife of such plans. "he denied the chance i gave him," you told her in your office, words thick with disappointment. "but this is fine. i'll just take her myself." )

( but where to? – stop one, the train station, and then onto the train: crossing from kanto in johto, with your porygon by your side. once in goldenrod, there was no time to waste; the night was already blanketing the sky. next destination: team rocket's base in mahogany town. )

... 🎶 ( clueless to the events of the outside, despite the vague warning you recieved. ignorance is bliss after all, and you doubted that he'd try anything in the first place. – a hum escapes your lips as you work on decrypting a new file. )

on my word, bytt. ( the pokémon stared blankly at him, but he knew there was agreement in those eyes. on his phone, he silently sets up a sleeper virus package. )

.. now. ( the commotion has begun – the porygon took care with unlocking the door to the shop, allowing him to waltz right inside. and then, the doors barricading the entrance into the base; also taken care of. this shouldn't take long. he already knows where to find her. )

He ran everything, and I let him.

a drop of crimson, a drop of gold: a sealed fate.

( mewsus -- what — what is that file? how did i -- ?! )

bytt. get the door again.

. . . . . . ? !

( the crisis isn't resolved, yet here she was: following her father and bytt out of base, and out of johto — her pokegear left behind on the desk. what a way to have a homecoming. )

[ He never was a man of many words during crisis. He'd simply have to figure out a next course of action; and fast. ]

WHAT THE FUCK ? ! 💢💢