Prologue:
Defeat. For Archer, a member of a famous crime syndicate, it felt unbearable. As the rain fell down on his green hair, he took a moment to think of everything he had lost. His plans were foiled; his honor was put to shame; his life had been ruined. These feelings swelled up in Archer's heart, and more. Archer wondered what Giovanni would think of him now.
Argh, to be so close to it, Archer thought in pain. To be an inch away from victory, and then to lose it all.
Archer's scheme had been held on to for a long time. Ever since Giovanni had lost to a kid, of all people, Team Rocket had been forced to permanently disband. As for Giovanni's whereabouts, no one knew for certain where he had gone. Some speculated that he had taken his own life. Others, that he was still out there, waiting for the moment to strike and gain back his power.
Archer wondered whether the former was true; had Giovanni actually committed suicide? Had the ultimate commander of Team Rocket soiled his reputation and dismembered his honor for all eternity? Archer gasped in emotional pain when he considered the implications--considered that this whole plan had been a waste of time.
Then Archer felt ashamed for actually thinking such terrible thoughts about "the Boss". Tears streaked down his face. He brushed the tears from his eyes and thought of how this had all went downhill.
It had started with that boy. Ever since he had infiltrated Team Rocket's operations at Slowpoke Well, the boy was starting to be a thorn in Team Rocket's side.
When Archer and his team tried to communicate with Giovanni, the boy managed to battle his way through an entire building of grunts, commanders, and executives. The climax of the entire event was when he challenged Archer to a battle in the radio tower. Archer, knowing this boy was more than ordinary, didn't take it easy on him. He battled with every last ounce of his power, and surprisingly, it still wasn't enough. In what seemed like only a few minutes, Archer had been trumped by the boy and peace restored to Johto.
Archer began to feel great hatred for the boy, and he vowed to someday avenge his disbanded team. He wondered where the rest of his team had went off to. Most likely to start a new life, to finally embrace the concept of honesty. Archer shuddered at the spineless worms he had recruited to do his dirty work. He tromped through the mud, the rain pounding against him.
Archer had no clue what was in store for him. He felt as if his only purpose in life had been crushed. His gaze was cast down as he walked, not exactly knowing where he was going, but knowing he had to go somewhere. Life came at him unexpectedly when he rammed into something hard. He lost his balance and fell into the mud, staining his white Team Rocket uniform. Archer got up and kept moving, not caring enough to look at the obstacle that stood in front of him. He felt someone trying to restrain him. He punched up where he imagined the obstacle's face to be. For a few seconds, he was successful and able to move again. But then, he felt an iron blow against his backside, and he curled over in pain. He could hear words being spoken, but in the state that he was in he couldn't understand their meaning. All he knew was the pain. The pain that wouldn't cease to torment him. He got up and confronted his assailant; a big, burly man in a blue uniform with a thick baton in his right hand and a pair of handcuffs to the left. Archer ran at the rotund attacker struck him first in the stomach, then he swung upward into an uppercut to the man's face. The man staggered down to his knees in pain, and Archer approached him. Examining the man, Archer realized he was a police officer trying to enforce the law. Archer didn't have anything against the police force, but he thought that there was a critical flaw in their thinking; what good is trying to enforce the law on someone who is above it?
"You know, officer," Archer began to say calmly. "I wonder if you are familiar with an older expression. I personally feel it's quite appropriate at the moment.
"What was it again...?", Archer pretended to muse. He then paused for a moment. Suddenly, he grinned.
"Oh yeah, I remember now," Archer said, smiling. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall." Archer's face turned from a smile into a scowl. He raised both of his hands, and almost in the same instant he delivered two powerful blows to the police man's neck, temporarily causing the man to slip into unconsciousness.
The rain began to pelt Archer's back, seemingly heavier than before. Soon afterward, his uniform was beginning to soak in the heavy rain fall. The sky rumbled, signaling the coming of lightning with the sound of thunder. Archer looked up at the sky. He wondered whether it was trying to communicate with him. Perhaps it was roaring in disapproval of him. Perhaps it laughed at his pathetic state of mind. Archer then realized that he was being dragged. He looked at his captors: more policemen. He tried to attack the policemen, but realized his hands were restrained by handcuffs. He screamed, enraged at their audacity, and despite himself, struggled to get free; it was no use. They threw him into the back of a car and shut the doors. The room was completely dark, with the exception of a barred window where the doors were. Archer took a moment to rest in the vehicle as it took off towards his new destiny.
Archer awoke; he was being dragged out of the car. When he was out of the vehicle, he saw a tall building ahead of him. It was the national court, the highest level court for criminals. He entered the building and was sent to sit in the box next to the judge. An arrogant-looking man approached Archer and read a list of crimes that Archer already knew he had committed.
"...The defendant, a certain Mr. Archer, has been accused of armed robbery, treason, abuse of Pokemon, conspiracy and being an accomplice in the many crimes of a certain crime organization, none other than Team Rocket."
Do you deny these crimes?", the man asked Archer.
Archer opened up his mouth to speak, but was interrupted again by the man.
"My I remind you, sir," the man said, "that you are under oath?".
"I am guilty of the 'offenses' committed," Archer said with a great deal of sarcasm. He then lifted up his arms dramatically, and shouted, "Long live Team Rocket!".
