Outside of the Pokemon Center, Quickie saw Mewtwo go down and made a dash for his location, only to be thwarted by three grunts.
The foremost grunt sneered, thrusting a stun pike toward her. "Where are you going in such a hurry, missy?" The other two grunts flanked Quickie as their squad leader continued to taunt her. "Why don'tcha stay here with us, and we'll have a nice chat?"
Quickie furrowed her brow, looking over the man's shoulder and trying to find an opening. "I... I have to get to my Pokemon..."
"Your Pokemon?" The man laughed, brandishing his stun pike as his cohorts did the same. "Yours? Hate to tell you this, doll, but that Pokemon belongs to our boss. Team Rocket don't take kindly to thieves..." He whacked the stun pike against his palm and pointed its end at Quickie. "Y'see, these here pikes? Yeah, we don't have any problem using them on civilians. I hear they hurt like hell, too. Ain't never found out myself, but I seen what happens. It ain't pretty, unlike you."
Quickie backed up, only to feel the end of a staff against the small of her back.
"You're not going anywhere, ma'am," a voice behind her responded, "We just want to talk."
"Yeah," the squad leader's sneer broadened, "we just wanna talk witcha. Y'see, that Pokemon you stole, we wanna know why it listens to you."
Quickie swallowed, refusing to say a word. She frantically looked around for an opening.
Across the battlefield, Mewtwo pulled himself to his feet. He rubbed his chest and coughed, lifting his head to glare at Giovanni. "What sort of trickery is this?!"
Giovanni laughed. "Oh, you should know by now. You and your opponent already met, last night. Why don't you fight it? It gets bored, and you would make a nice challenge."
Domino, in the meantime, was contacting Ahrzayl. "This is 009 to Agent Ahrzayl. What's your ETA? I'm sending you updated coordinates. We have a perimeter secured."
Giovanni shot his gaze over the roof of the vehicle. "Hit it again."
Domino nodded and sent a command back to the base. After a moment, Mewtwo gripped his chest and let out a shout. He staggered forward, flitting his gaze between Giovanni and the gathered troops. All of the troops had their weapons trained on him. From the design of the weapons, they appeared to be melee, and thus would need to be used in close range. Mewtwo swallowed his breath and focused on a group of grunts. He swung his arm outward and three of them flew backwards.
Immediately, a stab of pain erupted in his flank, causing his joints to spasm. He hit the ground and managed to catch a glimpse of what hit him, noting two small barbs in his side, connected to a wire that was fed from an agent's weapon. His back arched and he shouted again. His arms wouldn't cooperate. His legs wouldn't cooperate. He tried to focus through the pain, enough to direct the convulsions and grab the prongs in his side. Another spasm worked in his favor, allowing Mewtwo to rip the barbs from his flesh. The pain immediately began to subside as he sprawled on the ground, breathing heavily.
Giovanni chuckled. "I'm sure that wasn't too fun, now was it? Perhaps you should just be a good boy and submit. I'd hate to have to hurt you any more than I need to."
Mewtwo slowly and deliberately turned his glare to Giovanni. "Never. I will never serve you."