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Sorano Dinkly, rank of Rocket Grunt, would be arriving in approximately 30 seconds if he knew what was good for him. Agent Kunai had prepared for his arrival, or at least it would seem that way. In her office, she had various books stacked up on her desk. All were rather thick volumes, ranging from acting methods to psychology. There was a sign upon her door (which had obviously been printed out from a computer, the lettering was too perfect for human hands) which read "Take a seat and get started with your reading."

The oddest thing about the whole ordeal was the fact that the Rocket Elite Agent known as Kunai was not present. There was no sign of her in her office at all.

Rather strange, considering she had demanded Sorano's presence at exactly 12 noon in her office.

Ah, technology. Making everything easier. Sorano wouldn't have known it, but Kunai was elsewhere, watching a monitor which was obviously linked to some sort of security camera in her office.

"He was on time."

A pause.

"Surprising."

With that, the Elite Agent began to make her way to the office as well.

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"Oh my god, I am SO LATE!!!" a voice yelped out in the hallway. A girl in a standard Grunt uniform with long brown hair put into two braids ran towards Kunai's office. She stood at the door, lurched forward (because it would complete that appearance of being helpless), panting heavily as her brown eyes darted about the room cautiously.

"A-agent Kunai?" her voice cautiously called out (voice only stuttering a bit simply to make the character seem nervous), seeming to skip over the teal-haired boy in an effort to find the Elite Agent. The girl was definitely a slip of a thing, but she seemed a bit taller than their instructor (heeled shoes were very effective tools in messing with height perception). She straightened herself out, and eventually allowed her eyes to dance over the sign on the wall.

"...W-what? The least she could have done was shown up!!!" With a slight huff, the girl the chair next to the teal haired boy out and sat herself down in it, leaning back against it. Her breathing seemed to even out a bit (though the whole thing had been a ploy to begin with), she looked over to her companion.

"I take it you got Kunai upset at you too?" She chuckled weakly as she lifted her cap so she could scratch her head. Such simple little gestures really did make for a convincing performance. Grunt Sorano would learn them in time.

Agent thinks that he stands out more than the rest in regards to provoking me. Quite interesting...

With a prompt nod, the girl Grunt managed to get out a simple "R-right!"

Her gloved fingers made their way towards the stack of books, but seemed to jerk back at least two different times, as if she was afraid they'd bite her fingers clean off. The character she was portraying was not meant to be very confident in the least. When her fingers finally selected a book (ah, Psychology and Me, what a wonderful read it had been), she whipped it up against her and almost hugged onto it.

"...I... I really don't know... I only got assigned here this m-morning..." The disguised agent was well practiced in little gestures it would seem, for after confessing such (with a well placed tremble to her voice), she began to fuss with the ends of her braids.

Her eyes for a moment glanced up from her braids to Sorano's pinched ones. If it weren't for the fact they were colored contacts, they would have been a very lovely amber brown color. "...I... I guess it's my own fault though... Y-you don't make fun of an Elite Agent... n-not even with friends, apparently..."

The girl's cheeks puffed up slightly, as if she was attempting to imitate an upset Jigglypuff. Some girls were absolutely immature when angry. In fact, it was a common trend for girls to be immature and do such stupid things when upset. When in Rome, do as the Romans.

"It was just unlucky timing more than anything!" She set the book on her lap and crossed her arms, as if she was reluctant at first. Her eyes momentarily glanced to the doorway, as if checking to see that nobody was nearby (nevermind the fact she knew nobody was coming).

"I-it... it just really bugs me that she's so young... a-and... that she's an Elite!" She paused and looked at the door again. Her expression looked nervous, as if she was hesitant to repeat her performance from earlier. "...I... I was talking with my friends... a-and somehow the topic came up... a-and... next thing you know..." She gulped a little bit of air in as her fingers once more uncertainly touched the edges of her braids.

"...'bla bla bla... I haven't even graduated high school and I'm giving you orders...'" It wasn't a very good impression (at least, the character's attempt at an impression wasn't very good), but the point was she had attempted to mock the Elite.

Sulkily, she looked over the book on her lap. "...my friends didn't quite mention that Kunai was behind me when I said that..."

Allowing the corners of her lips to sweetly lift up for a small smile, she reassured him with a sincere sounding "I-i promise... I won't tell her that..."

You just told her yourself.

As he began to criticize the brunette's "friends," the girl looked up at him and began to wave her hands in front of her. "Oh, no no no no! I-it really wasn't their fault!! I-it... It was just really bad timing on my part! I-it... It isn't like they t-tattled on me or anything!" Even if it was just an act, it was still cute that she was defending her less-than-reliable "friends."

When he offered his hand to her, she reached out her own gloved one, taking his hand about as certainly as she had done with anything else in this room (which was not very certainly at all). Her grip was very light, and it almost felt like a limp noodle in Sorano's hand.

"M-Melissa. My name's Melissa." There was a slight pause as her eyes glanced to the door again.

"...but my friends call me Melly." Key details such as this truly made a character.

One moment, Melly was there, smiling absolutely sweetly at him, seemingly flustered over relatively nothing.

"I would prefer... if you called me Agent Kunai, Agent."

And the next, she was back to business. No longer was she the sweet girl which Grunt Sorano had gotten to know within the span of 15-20 minutes. Her expression went flat, her voice reverted back to her usual serious tone, and within moments, the wig and wig-cap she had been wearing was soon removed, revealing her telltale pink hair.

"I assure you, I had no intentions of arriving until after you did, solely to demonstrate the quality of work that is expected of an Agent of Team Rocket."

She stood up and rounded the desk, reaching under it to pull out a Styrofoam head used for storing wigs. She set the head of brown hair she had been wearing moments ago upon it carefully. Kunai treated her tools with the utmost care. She reached into a drawer on her desk and pulled out a small compact mirror and a case for contacts.

"At attention, Agent," she demanded as she literally pulled the brown color out of her eyes and placed them into the contact carrying case. Her green eyes were no longer masked, and now they were looking at Sorano critically.

Now that her "eyes" had been put in their proper solution, she put them back in her desk drawer and began to pull out her various piercings and began to set them back in place. Kunai didn't even need a mirror, showing how well practiced she was with this whole "undercover" thing. Her eyes continued to seemingly burn through Sorano's skin with how intensely she stared at him.

In the middle of putting her piercings back in place, she asked "Agent, tell me, how long do you think I could have gone fooling you?" She could already tell the severity of the situation was hitting him like a ton of bricks, but that was no excuse for her to go easy on him now.

As if giving him a break, she turned away, but continued to speak to him in a loud, clear, and absolutely sharp tone.

"I am not one to brag, Agent. However, in my professional opinion, I suspect you would have easily been fooled for days upon end if I had not revealed myself. Are you aware of how much work goes into going undercover Agent?"

She turned around expectantly, as if she was going to let him answer. However, Kunai did not allow him the chance to do such. "No, you obviously do not realize what it takes? Otherwise, you would not have attempted that horrific attempt at dressing like a young lady. Your false accent was very sloppy, the outfit you selected was ridiculously cheap, and you had way too many character inconsistencies to make a very believable persona. You also fail to have the build, voice, or physical appeal to make a convincing female. It is a miracle you lasted as long as you did in that sleepover."

Sorano had been expecting her to pull out that knife. He had been waiting and anticipating it. And yet, when she suddenly pulled it out of the pouch she had about her waist (even in this Grunt uniform) and slammed it rather harshly into her desk, it still was enough to jolt the man straighter.

"You disgust me, Agent!" One could never accuse Kunai of hiding her feelings. "There is much more to this than your simple attempt at 'dolling up' would suggest, Agent! It isn't just about looking the part, it is about getting into the other person's head and becoming what you want them to think you are. It is a psychological war, and those that slack off or get lazy have no right to be in the field to begin with."

She looked at him dead in the eyes as she pulled her knife back out from her desk. "I will make your life a living hell for even mocking my line of work, Agent. You will report here everyday at noon, sharp, and you will finish one of these books before you leave. You will not skim the books, and I will test your knowledge. If you get anything less than a 100% on these tests, you will reread the book again."

Her knife twirled around her finger, then her fingers gripped the handle again, poised and ready to attack. "Do I make myself clear, Agent?"