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Trey arrived in Fuchsia with time to spare before taking the call; some Rocket messengers had been spotted heading for the city and a KARPer was required to shadow them, then chase them down and retrieve the messages they were carrying.
"I'll take it," he said into the pen-sized microphone that was clipped horizontally on his collar.
"Roger that, Trey. Be advised, message believed to be coded and split into two parts. Code and both pieces of message required."
"Received," Trey said. He was stood in the long, early-morning shadow of the gym, where he hoped he wouldn't be spotted. With the streets so empty of people it wouldn't be hard to spot the people he was waiting for.
After a minute a trainer in green and yellow walked up from the beach and headed for the PokéMart, and while he was suspicious-looking, Trey knew he wasn't who he was looking for. It was a whole five minutes later that the first familiar face appeared, and it was followed by two others, from two different directions.
It seemed they were heading to the PokéMart too. It was probably their agreed meeting point Thankfully it was shut this early in the morning, so that green-yellow trainer wasn't likely to get in the way. Not unless he'd broken into the PokéMart first.
Trey chuckled to himself, as he headed for the building. That'd be just typical.

Anders, who carried the code which decrypted the message, was the first to the PokéMart. He picked the lock with ease - it was almost too easy, in fact - but he didn't think to hard on that. He walked inside and looked for the alarm system.
"Hmph. Not active," he said to himself. "Strange."
As he spoke the door behind him opened again, and a shaft of light spilled through it. A silhouetted man stood there, tossing a pokéball up and down. Trying to seem menacing.
"Vlado. Get in here," Anders growled.
"I didn't think you'd be on this run, after messing up that last one," Vlado chuckled. "The other half is close behind me."
Anders nodded. When the person with the other half of the message arrived, he could explain where they were supposed to go next.
"Here I am," Alison said, slinking in through the open door. "Spill. Where next?"
"What's the hurry?" Anders complained.
"You know what the hurry is. They want the messages quicker. It'd help if we didn't have to run to and fro, all around the houses before delivery, but what'a I know?" Vlado replied.
"Where are we headed next?" Alison pressed.
"The north end of Cycling Road," Anders said. "And listen up; Arc is worried we've got a tail. He told us to keep our eyes open."
Vlado huffed. "They must think we're--"
"Stupid?" a voice said.
Anders looked beyond Vlado and Alison, to a figure stood in the morning daylight behind them. The voice and the face were ones he knew. "Damnit... It's a KARPer! Scatter!"
With a loud boom the Team Rocket Messengers were all gone--their agility in evidence, as they escaped the building without even brushing against Trey.

Trey ran out onto the street and looked around. The three TRMs had gone three different ways. He was supposed to get all three of them, to get the code and both parts of the message. Doing that alone would be impossible. He needed to delegate.
Right on cue the green-yellow trainer came back to the street. Trey pointed at him, "You. Follow me. Do as I say and there'll be a reward."

"The grunts are getting away is what's going on. I'm Trey, Representative of the Kanto Anti-Rocket Project. I'm here to stop those three Team Rocket Grunts. One of them is carrying a code. The two other are each carrying one half of a message which is bound for Team Rocket Headquarters. We have to retrieve all three objects from the Messengers otherwise dozens of people and pokémon might be in danger," Trey explained. He decided to go after the one who'd headed toward the beach first. If they got the water they'd practically be home free. The one who'd headed to cycle path didn't have a bicycle, so wouldn't get very far, and the one who'd headed toward route fifteen was running down a one-way path. He'd be easy to catch too.
Trey jogged out onto the beach and saw the female grunt at the water's edge. He also saw that his shoes were covered in sand, and he'd only taken a couple of steps onto the beach. "If you want to help, retrieve the first part of the message from her. It'll be in a brown leather wallet, the size of a regular sheet of paper."

Alison whipped around as she heard a voice. She'd been followed by someone, and they were demanding that she give them her part of the message.
"Not likely, kid," she said. She turned back to the water, and as the trainer mentioned a gyarados, she called out her lapras. Her plan was to escape on it, but if the trainer came after her, then she guessed she'd have to do battle.
She jumped up onto the pokémon's back and patted its head. "Go on Lapras, get us away from here."
When she looked back to shore she saw that there was another man up near the steps down to the beach. He seemed to be watching the trainer on the beach. Maybe reviewing what he was doing...
"You'll never stop us!" she shouted back to shore. "We're too good!"

Alison grumbled to herself as the boy came alongside her, riding his gyarados. She didn't even believe he really had one, but there it was, clear as day.
She knew how to deal with him, though.
"Fearow, go!" she shouted, throwing a pokéball up into the air.
The giant bird appeared with a screech, "Fraaaaaw!"
Alison fixed her eyes on the trainer across from her, while rubbing Lapras' head, to indicate to her that she wanted to go faster.
"I won't give you the message I carry. I'd sooner take it to the bottom of the ocean on my dead body than give it to anyone other than the person it's meant for," Alison called to the trainer, over the sound of the ocean. Then she spoke more softly, so that only her pokémon could hear her. "Fearow, prepare a drill peck attack. As soon as he sends out a pokémon, let 'em have it."

Alison didn't notice when the horsea was sent from its pokéball, but Fearow did. She dived down into the water, spinning like a top, and smashed into the tiny water pokémon.
It was a pretty good hit. Unfortunately, as she was getting some altitude again, the horsea shot off an ice beam that threatened to freeze her wings solid.
"Shake it off, Fearow!" Alison ordered. She watched, nervous, as the ice finally cracked and dropped down into the dipping and rising ocean.
"Fwaaaaar!" Fearow squawked angrily.
"Use assurance!" Alison shouted. She knew she risked the same thing happening again, but her fearow didn't know any ranged attacks. It was probably doomed.
The pokémon didn't know that, though. It dove down toward the horsea, screeching, "Fwaaaaar!"

Alison returned her frozen fearow to its pokéball quickly, to keep it from splashing into the ocean and sinking to the deepest depths. Then the gyarados alongside her and Lapras splashed its tail onto the water. The ocean was already quite rough as they headed further out, to where the colour grew a deeper and deeper blue, and with the gyarados kicking up a fuss it became harder and harder to stay stood upright.
"I told you, I'll never give up the message," Alison growled.
She soon came to realise that, with no more pokémon on her belt, there was only one thing she could do to get the trainer off her back: she had to attack with Lapras.
"Lapras, use ice beam," she ordered.
The ice pokémon turned its head to see the gyarados next to her. She formed a ball of chilling energy in her mouth, then fired it at the water pokémon.

Alison couldn't believe her eyes when the trainer on the gyarados purposely dived off it, into the ocean. Then, while her eyes were searching the deep blue for a sign of the guy a blur of a much brighter blue swung into her vision.
The gyarados had gone crazy. It smashed its head into Lapras and Alison had to cling on tightly to the bumps on her pokémon's, to save being thrown overboard.
"Lapras, use thunderbolt!" she ordered.
It was her last resort--she was surrounded by swirling, splashing water and didn't want to get herself electrocuted, but it was the only move at her disposal that could down the gyarados.
The electricity sparked from Lapras' horn and lit the whole area a strange yellow. The gyarados cried a horrible cry, then it backed away. It left Alison and Lapras alone.
"Now where's that trainer..." Alison worried to herself. She clung to Lapras and looked around, into the water, fearful that the green/yellow guy would spring out of it and attack her himself.