Wes checked himself out in the mirror one more time. This was the big night, by dawn at the latest he would be in. If he managed to not make any big mistakes that is. Like using his birth name, Weston Grey, it made him sound and feel like some rich prick with no sense. Anyone who knew him knew him as just Wes
Maggie his misdreavus was waiting by the bathroom door to scare anyone who walked in.
He did not like staying at the pokemon center, it lacked class, but with the new clothes taking up most of his money and no permanent residence he had little choice. It would all change tonight anyway.
He had been a courier for the team for two years, starting right after he ran away from home and right before he got Maggie. Even at eleven he was a damn good courier, but he wanted better, and he knew he could take it.
Just a simple test stood in his way, and if the rumor was true he had already passed. Steal a pokemon, that was it and his dear Maggie was the product of theft. About 20 months ago he had come across one of those self righteous do gooder trainers trying to brake her of her habit of taunting and scaring people, and anyone could see she hated it. It was so easy to take her, it was almost as if he wanted her gone, he fell asleep near him at the center and so Wes just picked up the pokeball and walked out.
Almost two years latter, and they had made it. Well, almost, just one silly little test. With any luck he had already passed.
"Alright Mags, lets go get our promotion"
Wes walked out into the Celedon city night, Just one little test and he would be a Rocket.