Green hummed a soft, lilting tune as she led Logan to an old mailbox at the street corner.

She ordered her Ditto to transform into a key and open it.

In the age of the internet, hardly anyone wrote letters anymore.

But though letter writing had become rare, it hadn't vanished completely; people still did it for the romance of it.

Even so, the postal workers had long shifted from daily rounds to checking these boxes maybe once a week.

Hiding the disk by tossing it into the mouth of a forgotten mailbox — it was actually a clever trick, one that Team Rocket would never think to check.

"Your Ditto is quite something," Logan commented, sounding genuinely impressed.

"Most Dittos can only transform into other Pokémon, but yours can even turn into everyday objects. That's rare."

"It's only natural!" Green replied with proud delight.

"My Little Ditto isn't like all those ordinary ones."

She watched as her Ditto, its jelly-like body wriggling, slipped into the keyhole and shaped itself into the perfect fit.

Green's team wasn't built around brute force.

Her Pokémon were all carefully trained to fit her wild and clever schemes.

They weren't chosen for battles alone — each one had its own specialty, tools to help her survive and outwit opponents.

It was a style born from necessity, from a life that forced her to rely on trickery and improvisation.

By contrast, trainers like Red and Blue trained broad teams covering all types, built for raw fighting strength and balanced coverage — not too strong in any one area, but without obvious weaknesses.

Logan's approach was different again: more like a Gym Leader, specializing purely in Dragon-types.

And thanks to his mysterious "Dragon Tamer's Power," Logan could even smooth out their natural weaknesses, turning a supposedly risky strategy into an overwhelming advantage.

"Got it," Green said.

She quickly fished a small disk from inside the mailbox, shut the door, and tugged Logan toward a nearby alley.

From her black, tech-heavy bag, she pulled out a strange device — something like a cross between a telescope and a scanner.

"I spent years — and a small fortune — developing this," she said with a grin.

"It's packed with useful features."

"Your criminal toolkit, you mean?" Logan teased, giving a low chuckle.

"Hey! Don't put it like that!" Green laughed, sticking out her tongue.

"It's advanced technology, thank you very much!"

Sliding the disk into the device, she lifted it to her eye and murmured softly,

"…Without this disk, there's no way Team Rocket could search such a big area and actually find Mew.

This time, they've really lost it all.

They caused havoc in Vermilion City, sent people here to Cerulean… and in the end, they'll probably come away empty-handed."

"You have something personal against Team Rocket?" Logan asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Me? Green? How could I have anything to do with that kind of criminal gang?"

"Then why sabotage them like this?" he pressed.

"I'm not sabotaging," she answered lightly, "just… their plans happen to overlap with something I'm investigating myself."

"And what's that?" Logan asked.

"…"

This time, Green didn't answer.

It felt like a private secret — something she wouldn't reveal even under pressure.

Logan shrugged.

He was curious, but not the sort who needed every answer.

Seeing she didn't want to share, he let it go.

Probably painful memories she didn't want to stir up.

"Found it!" Green said after a while, her face brightening.

"This wave of psychic energy… it has to be Mew."

"Where?" Logan asked, his eyes sharpening.

"Northwest of Cerulean. There's a wide plain cut by a river… the psychic signature keeps circling that area.

Mew must be lingering there, for now at least."

"Good," Logan nodded.

"We're already on the north side of the city. If we move quickly, we can find Mew before Team Rocket catches up."

He caught Green's slender wrist and started running.

"Yes, yes!" Green chirped, unable to hide her excitement.

"With you helping, dear, once we catch Mew we can sell it for a fortune~"

"Hmph," Logan snorted, "just don't start crying when you realize what Mew really is."

He didn't bother explaining Mew's true power to her.

With Green giving directions, he summoned Gabite.

They climbed onto its back, and the dragon's powerful legs launched them toward the outskirts.

Gabite wasn't yet a fully evolved Garchomp, but as a land dragon, its speed was already monstrous.

Within minutes, they'd left behind Cerulean's crowded streets and crossed into a vast, open plain under the blue sky.

"Mew is really here?" Logan asked, gripping the Master Ball at his chest, eyes locked on Green.

Green fiddled with the scanner-visor, her brow furrowing.

"Yes… it's here, moving unpredictably within a four-kilometer radius.

But it keeps shifting so fast… it might be impossible to catch if it keeps this up."

The odd, elusive nature of Mew's movement made her uneasy — things weren't as simple as she had hoped.

"You can narrow it to a four-kilometer zone? That's more than enough…" Logan said, the corner of his mouth lifting.

Then he reached out telepathically:

[Mewtwo! Can you sense it?]

[That girl didn't lie. Mew is close — its aura is powerful, I can feel it!]

[Then do it…]

"Go, Mewtwo!" Logan's voice turned hard.

"Find Mew — and defeat it!"

Without hesitation, he tugged the Master Ball from around his neck and threw it down.

A swirl of smoke, and Mewtwo emerged — tall, cold, and radiating power so intense the very air seemed to bend around it.

"Wha…?" Green gasped.

Even without being a trainer, she could sense it: this Pokémon wasn't merely strong — it was overwhelming.

She hurriedly pulled out the stolen Pokédex she'd taken from Professor Oak and checked the entry:

"Mewtwo: a Genetic Pokémon created from Mew's DNA, designed to be the ultimate in battle power.

Highly aggressive, born solely to fight."

As she read, realization dawned.

Of course.

Mewtwo had to be a creation of Team Rocket — somehow, Logan had ended up with it.

And Team Rocket's hunt for Mew? Likely a plan to make another Mewtwo.

And when she thought back to the secret files she'd glimpsed about Logan in the Rocket base, Green finally understood why the organization wanted him so badly.

[I have Mew's location, Logan!]

[Good. Then let's go!]

Logan unwrapped the bandage around his left arm, as if removing a seal.

His arm was etched with dark, ominous markings like demonic runes.

For now, the fusion of Mewtwo's cells wouldn't harm him — the pain and corruption would come later.

"Our deal's done," he told Green curtly.

"You're free now. Do what you will."

Without waiting for a reply, Logan ordered:

"Mewtwo — go!"

A colossal surge of psychic force blasted outward.

In an instant, Mewtwo shot skyward like an arrow, carrying Logan with it, piercing through the air toward the heavens.

Green raised an arm to shield her eyes from the gust of wind and flying dirt.

But her blue eyes sparkled mischievously.

"Hmph. You promised we'd catch Mew together — and now you'd leave me behind?" she murmured.

"Jigglypuff, we're going after them! Mew and Mewtwo… there may never be another chance to see something like this. Green isn't missing out!"

She slipped the scanner-visor back on.

By tracing Mew's psychic trail, she could still track Logan and Mewtwo's path.

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