>>21354888The warehouse was nearly abandoned by the time Willford began laughing, and a slow clap was given as a burly man in full Rocket regalia exited from what appeared to be an office door in the warehouse. It wasn't likely that this place was host to Rocket operations, but he did not seem at all worried about any cops or detectives who may be around. This was the real deal, members of Team Rocket who appear openly unafraid of police.
The man appeared to be a grizzled veteran in his mid 40's and quite muscular, but nothing compared to Willford's size, although this didn't reflect at all on his disposition, as the man was well aware that Willford would begin as a grunt, no matter his stature, and this man's job was to train grunts.
Willford would now notice that the few other people in the room looked much more determined, and a bit more twisted, than the other common criminals who had left the room.
The man approaches the edge of a railing which led to the office he emerged from. He grasps one hand onto the railing and clears his throat before speaking loudly to the few people assembled. He seemed to be playing the part of some sort of Drill Sergeant.
"DAMN STRAIGHT SON, PUNKS WORRIED ABOUT THE POLICE HAVE NO PLACE IN THESE ROCKET CORPS."
The man squinted his eyes as he looked around the room, silently judging all those assembled.
"IF YOU'VE MADE IT THIS FAR, YOU'RE THE BADDEST OF THE BAD, THE DARKEST MOTHERFUCKERS TO GRACE ARCEUS' GREEN EARTH, BUT YOU ARE NOTHING UNTIL YOU'VE BEEN SCULPTED INTO THE THIEVING MACHINE THAT IS A ROCKET."
"WE ARE MEAN, WE TAKE CANDY FROM BABIES, WE WILL STEAL FROM OUR OWN MOTHERS IF IT NETS US RARE POKEMON."
The man points to the door behind him as he continues his speech.
"IF YOU FOLLOW ME THROUGH THIS DOOR, YOU WILL BEGIN YOUR TRAINING AS A ROCKET. I WILL MAKE THESE WEEKS HELL, BUT YOU WILL EMERGE A FULL FLEDGED ROCKET GRUNT. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"
With that the man disappeared back into his office.
