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The day that the trio found out the twerp that they had been following for six years was the son of the Boss was an obnoxiously sunny one.
They are just opening their malasada truck for the day when Satoshi approached them, asking to speak to them. That’s the first odd thing, Satoshi usually didn’t speak to any of them unless it was absolutely necessary. Despite their suspicions, they shut the truck for a few more minutes.
“What is it?” Musashi asked, impatiently as always.
Satoshi ignored her. “Do you know how the leadership of Kanto criminal organisations is passed on?” he asked.
“Of course. Have you forgotten that we’re in Rocket?” Musashi questioned.
“But do you know who the leadership of Rocket will be passed to if Giovanni gets…removed?” Satoshi asked.
Where exactly was he going with this?
“Where are ya going with this?” Meowth asked. A wingull squawked as it flew past them.
The teen sighed, as did the electric rat on his shoulder. “What I’m trying to say is that I’m Giovanni’s son,”
That single sentence, ten words, brought their world to an abrupt screeching halt.
“WHAT THE HELL, TWERP?!” All three Rocket Team members shouted at him at almost the same time.