Chapter Three: Fatal Interference

That night, Musashi was sleeping comfortably in her bassinet, wrapped up in Miyamoto’s oversized pink blanket as Miyamoto sat at her desk, writing a letter by the light of a small lamp. She had already phoned her sister about the situation, and her sister had been tremendously excited, saying that she would be getting the house ready for the new arrivals. Of course, Miyamoto couldn’t see it, but she knew for a fact that her sister had tears of joy running down her cheeks as she spoke.

Miyamoto had still been overjoyed at the turn of events when she had arrived back at her quarters, but upon laying Musashi down for the night, she had been overcome with a sense of uncertainty- and the pressing need to pen this letter to her best friend in Team Rocket, Bridget- even if she didn’t understand why.

Miyamoto finished the letter and signed it with her unique, elegant signature, and hastily sealed it in an envelope with Bridget’s name on it. When that had been done, Miyamoto walked to her closet and began to pack a trunk for her trip, preparing herself for the mission

Meanwhile, Miyamoto wasn’t the only one stirring at Headquarters at the late hour. Five floors above her, Giovanni sat up quietly in his bed and looked over at his Mother in her bed. Madam Boss was sound asleep, just as Giovanni had hoped she would be. Silently, he slipped out of his bed and tip-toed to his mother’s dresser where he immediately found what he was after- his mother’s keys. Clutching them tightly to prevent them from jingling, Giovanni snuck out of the dormitory and to the elevator and that would take him down to his mother’s office.

Once there, the boy was able to open the door quickly, being already well-acquainted with his mother’s keys from watching her use them many times before. He stepped inside quickly, and closed the door behind him.

Giovanni already knew exactly where to look for what he wanted, and he went straight to it: a special form his mother used for priority orders. In the corner of the form, the silver-embossed seal of Madam Boss glittered in the light. Giovanni smiled coldly as he placed the form in the typewriter on the side table. He knew his mother was making a mistake, but he also knew it wasn’t too late to prevent that mistake and the inevitable regret that would follow it. Giovanni smiled to himself as he carefully typed the order:

ATTENTION ANDES BASE COMMAND:

I will be sending a special agent named Miyamoto Randwhyte to you under the pretense that she is to help you investigate the evidence you have sent regarding the legendary lost city of Mew. This agent has expressed the desire to leave Team Rocket, which, as you know, is the unforgivable action of an agent. When Miyamoto begins her investigation of the mountain ranges and caves, you are to have agents fire their weapons into the snow banks around the mountain, causing an avalanche in order to bury Miyamoto alive. I want very much for this to look like an accident by all accounts, as your area has been very open to investigation by outside police forces of late.

MADAM BOSS

Giovanni smiled as he studied the order carefully. It was exactly as his mother would have written it, the way she had written other execution orders in the past. Giovanni then pulled it out of the typewriter and reached for the signature stamp on his mother’s desk. He inked the stamp and then carefully pressed it onto the order sheet. When this had been done, he placed the stamp back exactly where it had been and sealed the order in an envelope marked, "ANDES BASE COMMANDER" and left the office to head to the communications room.

Once he had arrived, he placed the envelope in the bin for the outgoing priority orders, knowing it would be picked up and routed to the Andes base the next morning, and that the base commander would have it by tomorrow afternoon.

Giovanni was outrageously pleased with himself… he had helped to prevent his mother from making a bad mistake, and he had successfully pulled off getting the order through. Happily, he made his way back to his and his mother’s suite, where he quietly tiptoed back in, replaced his mother’s keys, and snuck back into bed just as his mother began to stir slightly.

"Giovanni?" Madam Boss asked sleepily. "Are you awake?"

"Just had to go to the bathroom, mother." Giovanni replied. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Madam Boss replied, adjusting her pillow and falling back to sleep as Giovanni smiled coldly in the darkness.

Chapter Four: The Mission