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Skion, however, had no more interest in his opponent. Instead he focused his gaze on the pikachu's pokeball and made a dive for it, bracing himself for anything the rat might throw at him. Grasping the pokeball in his jaws, the ice type spun around and tried to retreat back to Frost with a Quick Attack.

Frost was beginning to become aware of time. He had hoped to make a neat snatch and grab, to be one of the first to return... At this rate, he was going to be last. If he was going to be last, he wanted to have more than one pokemon to show for it. Right. If Skiron could get that pokeball to it he could recall the pikachu, and then send Skion after the remaining balls... Skiron was probably not up to another battle. He might well have to threaten to shoot the idiot young trainer. Not as... neat as he might have liked, but sometimes you couldn't win out by wit and skill. Sometimes you just had to threaten to blow holes in your enemies.

Still, there was a chance that the boy would be slow to react, and that Skiron could collect the other pokeballs... Humm, or he could have Skiron attack the trainer while he went after the balls. Yes. That sounded better. Another Quick Attack over to the annoying child, some snarling and biting, he'd gather up the pokeballs and then they could chase the boy away and head off. Sounded reasonable. He hoped it worked out better than the rest of this encounter had so far.

Running? Well, that would do. Frost raised the pikachu's pokeball and aimed it at the retreating electric type. "Return," he called impassively as the red beam of light sprung forwards. This done, the Rocket hastened forward and swiftly scooped up everything that had fallen out of the young trainer's pockets. Looked like just about time to head back...

Skiron was swaying on his paws; it looked like that last Thunderbolt had almost knocked him out. As the glaceon staggered towards him, Frost knelt down to stroke the ice type's head gently before murmuring; "Return," and calling his partner back inside his luxury ball. This done, he turned and set off in search of the other Rockets; he would investigate his haul when he arrived.

"Sir," Frost saluted his superior officer as he approached the group, "one pikachu for certain, I still need to investigate the others." If there was nothing better than the yellow rat he might keep it in the hopes of trading it, but he wasn't interested in it for its own sake. Still, the sooner the others were looked at the better.

First things first, Frost let Skiron out of his pokeball and gave him a potion and a quick blast of paralyze heal. If any of the boy's pokémon turned out to be aggressive, he didn't want to need rescuing by one of the others.

Now onto the haul. Frost first checked how many pokeballs there actually were (he hadn't really more than glanced at them when he'd grabbed them), and how many of those had occupants, before releasing the first of them.

By his side, Skiron stood poised for action; the ice type knew as well as his master that you could never be too careful.

Frost gave a slight shrug, you couldn't win every time, and held the pikachu's pokeball out to Seth. "Apparently no more time is required, and I do not require this pokemon. It is of not interest to me, I hope that it may be of some use to the organization as a whole." Perhaps he could have swapped it for something more interesting with one of the others, but given it was the only thing he'd managed to get hold of other than a bunch of empty pokeballs he was content to hand it over...

He was fairly certain that Seth was Not Pleased. Much as he wished he could have made a better first impression, he was at least grateful to have a superior officer who was easy to read; that was extremely useful.

Glad to be free of paralysis and pain Skiron rubbed against his master's legs, and looked steadily up at the human who was speaking to him. Frost was handing them their prize. This one was above them then... For now.

Well, he wasn't entirely surprised, he hadn't been overwhelmed by his performance himself. It would be interesting to hear if Seth had anything to say about any of the others though; any mistakes he could learn from second hand were ones he could avoid himself... And he had to confess that there was a small, petty part of him that wanted to hear about the imperfections of his fellows. Maybe not the tiny, pink-eyed trainee though; she had seemed alright when he'd run into her down by the pool.

When Seth addressed the group at the returning of what she guessed was the last rocket.
In turn, she pulled out each of her Pokemon's pokeball's returning her newly revived and cured Pokemon and placing them back onto the holding belt. She left the Charmeleon ball on the ground with her bag and burnt glove by her feet.

She blinked when Seth voiced displeasure for what he witnessed.
This was going to be the hardest part, but like everything, it was a learning experience, that would only help them to improve.
Almost holding her breath, she folded her hands behind her back and paid attention.

Seeing that he had the attention of all of them, Seth folded his arms and turned his gaze on each one as he spoke.

"Don't let it go to your thick heads that all of you got results. I picked one of the easier routes on purpose. Had this been for real, each of you would have failed spectacularly! Not to mention some of you are rather poor at picking your targets."

That last comment was particularly directed at Claire as Seth shot a glare in her direction. "Six Pidgeys are little more than fodder. Team Rocket aims to take rare and unusual Pokemon, not the scum of the forest."

Next his attention was turned to Faleen. "Some of you are far too ambitious and stupid, and nearly got yourself seriously injured. Its mistakes like that that lead to fatalities on raids."

Then Seth's scowling gaze went towards Aila. "Others need new strategies. Simply because it works, doesn't mean it will in all situations. Sleep powder is the oldest trick in the book." After all, Seth would know... Aila had tried it on him before.

Seth then continued to address the group as a whole, his voice taking on a more agitated tone. "However, there was one mistake that all of you managed to make."