"Ugh..." Fulindo groggily awoke and found himself utterly drained. He could barely open his eyes as he forced out, "Forget it. I will never betray Giovanni."
"No, no, Mr. Fulindo." The voice was flat, impossible to identify as male or female. "I remember capturing an executive before, but they killed themselves the instant they woke up."
"So I came to a conclusion: anyone who doesn't kill themselves immediately upon waking is worth talking to. Wouldn't you agree?"
"..." Fulindo kept his mouth shut, but his heart sank.
"I remember that while Team Rocket under Mihara wasn't as powerful as it is today, it was very difficult to crack from within." The eerie voice continued, "But Giovanni applied his business philosophy. His 'Pokémon Commodity Theory' not only spurred the rise of hunter organizations but also brought in a constant stream of fresh blood, allowing Team Rocket's power to snowball."
"The downside, though, is that executives like you, who climbed up from the bottom, actually fear Team Rocket more than you're loyal to it. Am I right?"
"What could you League dogs possibly understand of Giovanni's grand vision?" After a brief silence, Fulindo said coldly, "Without Team Rocket, I would never have gotten where I am today."
"Heh... aren't you curious? How did we pinpoint your location? Who betrayed you?" The eerie voice remained calm.
"Team Rocket has no traitors." Fulindo's gaze flickered evasively. He had been thinking about that for a while. Their knowing Morimoto Tsutsumi's true identity was nothing surprising; the League was no pushover, after all.
But how could they possibly have known he was there too?!
He had only arrived at the base under Morimoto Tsutsumi's command last night, and Morimoto Tsutsumi was the only person who knew.
Unless someone had followed him the entire way!
Then there