Mriae
Clyde could think what he wanted, but she disagreed. To all of his comments, she just shook her head. Stealing pokemon could be fun for him all he wanted, but for her it was just business. She certainly didn't get any joy out of swiping pokemon from people. Satisfaction, maybe, but not joy. Happiness was for other things: pokemon eggs, dates, and holidays. Not for the line of work they did. "The moment you start mixing fun with work is the moment you stick your head in the clouds long enough for it to come back and bite you..." she muttered, standing up from where she sat. "There isn't anything fun about what we do. It's just business, and that's all. Save the fun for sometime else."
Bonnie was just about to go to the SUVs after that when something caught her eye. Something small and yellow. A pikachu? Blinking, the grunt squinted her bright blue eyes in order to get a better look. The mouse pokemon coming in her direction had bright green eyes. What was Switch doing there? Whatever it was, it could only mean one thing: Hayes was around. When had he gotten there? There she was! Switch jinked and dodged through the gathered Rockets, avoiding the errant boot, until he came to rest at Bonnie's feet. "Chu!" the electric mouse squeaked, giving the girl a jaunty little wave.
At that point, the whistles sounded. Hayes had no time to look for Switch; although, was that him that just scampered up on that girl's shoulder? He'd figure it out later. Switch wouldn't come back until he felt like it, or got hungry. He was a smart Pokemon and knew who fed him.
Instead, the Rocket pulled open the door of the nearest van, picked a seat, and stuffed his shirt underneath it.
