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The Gift That Keeps On Giving

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Wes sat at the pokemon center, waiting for Daphne to appear. He didn't take any chances; men who he trusted were nearby, waiting for a hand signal to intervene; even the Joy here was friendly to him. All he could do now was wait.

Unnervingly nonchalantly, the very woman he was waiting for strolled into the Pokemon Center where she was told to go. A white box tied with a red bow was tucked under her arm, and a tune was hummed through her lips. Carefully, she scanned the room for Wes. Spotting him sitting nearby, she approached him with a smile and a small wave, as if the two of them were good friends.

"'Ello, love."

Wes nodded to her. "Hello," he said, smiling slightly as she came over. "Nice of you to show up. Have a hard time finding the place?" He raised and eyebrow.

"No," Daphne said with a shrug as she sat down, placing the box on the table. "I've been to Slateport before, and there's only one Pokemon Center in the city. This, by the way, is for you, but you can't open it until I get what I came here for."

"And what are you expecting to get?" Wes asked, just to test her. "You get what you want after I get my pokemon. And then you'll help me get back my other piece of property."

"Oh, that's a disappointment," Daphne said with a frown. "You see, your other piece of property was a bit easier to get. Your Pokemon, on the other hand, are on Rosin, and unfortunately, I haven't seen Rosin since we parted in Lilycove."

She drew the box into her lap and sat back.

"You know what I want, though. I just want a name."

"All right." Wes took out an evelope. "This is what you want. It's everything I know about that." He offered it to her.

"Now, was that so hard?"

She took the envelope before placing the box back on the table and pushing it towards Wes. If he'd open it, he would find the Snag Machine.

"By the way," she said as she opened the envelope, "my mates back at the lab told me the truth. There's nothing on the thing that would make it explode." She drew the contents of the envelope out and took one look at them.

"...You're kidding, right?"

"Well, it usually lights fires under people's asses," Wes muttered, opening the package and letting out a breath as he took the machine back. It wasn't so much that he missed it as much as he knew it was dangerous in the wrong hands . . . But they'd already had it for awhile.
"That's all I know."

"Bloody hell," Daphne muttered as she stood and started walking away. "Thanks, love. Too bad I can't use this."

"Where are you going?" Wes asked, also standing up. Men in the center were surreptitiously watching, but didn't make a move yet. "We're not done here yet. You must have a way of contacting Rosin."

Daphne stopped and grinned at Wes over her shoulder. "She's only contacted me a couple times, and every time, she was someplace else. I thought you already knew what it was like to be Rosin's partner--" She snerked slightly before finishing. "--Wessy."

He frowned. "You know how you would feel if you lost your pokemon. Help me get mine back. When you and she get back together, send me an e-mail. I'm not interested in revenge, just recovering my friends." He crossed his arms.

(OOC: "And when we were together, I was tied up most of the time.")

"I can't do that," Daphne said with a shrug. "It's Rosin's choice whether or not she'll give you your Pokemon back. I'm not gonna tell her what to do, and I'm not stealing from my partner. Besides, you know how hard it is to keep Rosin in one place while you get your skinny butt over there?"

She thrust her hands into her pockets and started walking away, keeping an eye on Wes as she made her way to the door.

"All you have to do is tell me where she is. Even she sleeps sometimes." He leaned closer. "What do I need to do to convince you?"

"Yeah, but never in the same place twice," Daphne said as she narrowed her eyes. "Even if I told you, the information's as good as dead history by tomorrow. And anyway, if this--" She held up the envelope. "--is all you've got for me, then we're done doing business. Otherwise, make an offer."

"I'll know as soon as you send it," Wes replied. "It won't be useless. As for an offer . . . How about you name a price?"


Daphne strolled back to his side and, if he'd allow it, put an arm around his shoulders. "I've got two ideas in mind. First, you join up with my people. I figure you've got what it takes to make it big with us, and you'd like the glory. Second, that night was a bit fun. You know, before the entire 'we robbed you silly because we're bloody brilliant' bit. So, it's either of those unless you've got something better in mind."

For a moment Wes was silent. There wasn't really any consideration of the first offer going on, he was actually thinking of the same night she was . . . "Let's do the second," he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"It'll be a shame to crush you, then, because you won't join," she said as she patted Wes' shoulder, "but hell. Even I'll admit you've made the right choice. In that case, then, I guess it's ciao for now, love. Do I contact you through the same means?"

"We'll see who wins. Don't worry, though, I'm merciful." He was smiling. "Yes, contact me the same way. Goodbye for now." He nodded to her.

"Don't get cocky," Daphne said. "Team Rocket's got a lot of power, you know. We didn't take over the world with weaklings. Watch your back."

With that, she blew him a kiss and made her way towards the door.
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