MISSION: Mega 130 || Steven & Gary
When he’d been given the briefing, he had a very clear idea of what the mission entailed, and had actually even bothered to write it down.
When he woke up the next day, he could barely even make out the writing on his notepad, he was so tired still. Gary had taken on smoking cigars late into the night as a coping mechanism when he was younger, and by now, the habit was near-impossible to break; but staying up until 3:45 a.m. the night before a mission was definitely NOT the best choice he could have made.
Lake of Rage, Johto. Three days maximum. Possible thunder, camp out of sight. My job: catch the Gyarados. His job: do the research shit, thank Arceus.
Thank Arceus indeed. Now that he could actually make out what the notes were saying, it reminded him of how close he might have come to being stuck in a lab job; doing exactly what he never wanted to do, doing what his grandfather had done. But, he didn’t have time for that. Though he appeared to other people as a cocky person who thought he could do whatever the hell he wanted (which, he was), he was pretty respectful of deadlines, and he’d be damned if he fucked up his first mission and his re-entry into the battling faction.
Gary dons practical clothing for the occasion; cargo pants with tightly-tied hiking boots, a skin-tight black shirt and a jacket tucked away in a tiny knapsack. The sunglasses, while unnecessary, managed to tack on yet another peg of confidence to his demeanor. His team is already properly switched out and on his belt, Electivire’s ball being front and center. He had, of course, made the proper preparations when switching some team members out of the PC. It was good that he’d done it the night before, as well; now, he was rushing to arrive at the launch pad in time for the mission beginning.
He gets there to see someone older than him pacing around and reciting his name over and over again. Gary can’t help but smirk a bit. “Yep, that’s my name. Wear it out as much as you please,” he states, striding confidently towards Steven. Steven definitely reminds him of someone who would be into research. Gary puts the nagging voice of ‘I hate researchers’ aside and walks closer.
Steven looked up to find a young man walking over to him, presumably his partner. He was undoubtedly younger than him, but he seemed grounded and confident. That much was reassuring, and as the two met halfway, Steven couldn’t help but pray in the back of his mind that he wasn’t going to want to shoot his brains out by the end of this mission.
"Nice to finally meet you, Gary,” he said one last time for good measure, this time extending his hand out. “I’m Steven.” There was an eager grin forming on his face; maybe it was because he had been working in a laboratory setting for so long now or perhaps it was the fact that it had been so long since he been surrounded by wilderness - whatever the case may be, Steven was excited to jump back into nature.
"So, would it safe to assume you’ve been fully briefed in on the mission details?" And just as he posed that question, the distant whirring of their helicopter came into earshot, it’s shadow just now beginning to form over their heads.