[h3][color=ed1c24]Liza[/color][/h3]
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	The red-head's eyes fluttered as her digital alarm went off, filling the otherwise vacant room with the incessant pairs of beeping.  Treecko, as it always had done in such times, simply looked into her eyes expectantly as she fumbled and finally slapped the tiny chrome button on her matte-black watch.  The Cyan-blue light flickered for a moment, before fading into black.
	Without even so much as taking a glance at the time, Liza stood straighter, stretched, and yawned as she stumbled her way to the closet.  There was that briefing she was instructed to open, as per orders of Don Giovanni, hidden behind the locked safe.

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	[i]Beeeeep.  *CLICK*[/i]

	Following the whir of the motors inside, the safe's locks clicked open.  A [url=http://www.growingroots.com.au/images/img/SKORA%20Form%20Stealth%20Black%20Cyan%20Men%20s%20Running%20Shoes%20Ie0vQM2J.jpg]pair of running shoes so she didn't have to dirty her brown slip-ons[/url], a [url=http://cdn.mos.techradar.com/art/features/Cicret%20Bracelet-970-80.jpg]prototype Pokégear[/url] made according to stolen Sylph blueprints, and a badge case inscribed with a fancy [url=http://dailydropcap.com/images/R-5.jpg]R[/url] on the top.  Liza hadn't intended on reducing a few of the senior members to tears with her story and purpose, and now she was paying for it.  For all the discretion she wanted, being decked out in the latest, flashiest tech was a die-hard trait among many Rocket members. One of many quirks for being part of a criminal organization, one would suppose.

	[color=ed1c24]"Return, Treecko."[/color]

	A brief red glow filled the room as Treecko was called back into the Pokeball.  As important as it was for Treecko to have experience in battles and the like, Liza wanted the element of surprise for her first few battles.  At least, until she could adjust to commanding Pokemon, as opposed to punching them herself when she was younger.
	Just like that, she was out of the hotel room.  No need to really grab a Pokedex or get another starter Pokemon; she had studied enough in school to at least understand type differences.  The rest, as far as she was concerned, would fall into place with a bit of ingenuity and trust on her and her Pokemons' efforts.  A smirk crawled across her lips as she walked out of town.  She was going head-long into a suicidal procession, along a journey where hundreds, if not thousands, of Trainers ended up losing sight of their dreams getting caught up in other niches of life.  Liza would not do the same, so long as any loss would equal the loss of something far greater than just a League.

Soon enough, her brisk pace carried her southbound, down Route 701, en route to Vertigo City.