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Nope. Never. Lust, for the past two-hundred and fifty years has dedicated herself to Father, and she’s not going to trade teams because some note from her kidnappers said so. After a very, very, brief glare where it shows she’s truly pissed off, she tears up the note before turning her attention to the pokeball. She was curious as to what it could contain, it looked like a capsule of something important, but to Lust’s surprise, a black bipedal weasel formed itself out of a red silhouette before calling out its name, “Sneasel! Sneasel!!”

“A Chimera?” Lust sighed. She never had faith in these pieces of fodder, but if they’re taking away her abilities, this chimera is the only thing she has. “All right, Number 218. Let’s go.” Lust scooped up the rest of the supplies and the pokegear. She figured the least they can do for taking away her powers is give her some items as reimbursement. She wasn’t going to check her supplies or the machine here. This territory was too strange, foreign, suspicious and hostile to Lust, and that’s really saying something. Not to mention, she’s not going to be in a building affiliated with this pathetic Team Rocket any longer than she has to.

Here for my own sake!

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