(Cutting to Giovanni real quick...)
The night had crawled along as Giovanni sobered up. He cracked his neck, checked his watch, then stood to get himself some coffee. His office smelled like a stale cigar and evaporated alcohol, and the back of his throat was coated in a sticky film that made him gag. Putting the pot on the burner, he walked to his small bathroom and splashed water on his face. "What are you doing to yourself?" His reflection stared back with weary eyes.
He walked back into his office and stood by the coffee maker, waiting as it bubbled and sputtered, hissed and groaned, and filled his mug with the dark, bitter morning in liquid form. You had gone without sleep before. This isn't any different. He took the mug from the coffee maker and downed a long, hot swallow. He returned to his desk and sat, drinking his coffee. Since he could not make much headway with the printout, he turned his attention to the Mewtwo Project and began to review the files.
It had been so long since he had read up on this... So many scientists whom he had worked with, so much money sunk into a project which produced an aggressive killing machine that had the gall to not only talk back to him, but run away, leaving a pile of rubble in its wake. A ruined laboratory, a ruined gym, and a gaping hole in his budget that went to that unholy genetic terror. His other assistants were right. Giovanni should have killed the beast when he had the chance.
But, Mewtwo was still very much alive. This struck Giovanni as surprising. The only remaining scientist on the project had told him that the surviving clone would most likely suffer genetic abnormalities. If he recalled correctly, that scientist told him that while the genes were the same, they were often expressed incorrectly. This accounted for the shortened lifespans, abnormal growth, and other aberrations he had seen that day when he toured the facility. For all intents and purposes, Mewtwo should be dead. Yet, it somehow survived the process, was grown to maturity, and survives even to this day.
Giovanni rubbed his temple with one hand while drinking his coffee. He needs to find that remaining scientist. The man had left his employ soon after the beast had destroyed the lab. Though, off and on, he had maintained a loose contact with the scientist. Research grants help considerably with maintaining a business relationship, and Giovanni's finances allowed for him to continue such partnerships for a very long time.
Sitting his coffee mug on his desk, he began to search his contact lists. He needed to find Dr. Wily.
(All yours, Sakura.)