Golbat lit down on the outstretched fingers of a man standing on a tall building next to the center of town. "Ah did you get it?" he asked in a heavy accent.

The Golbat dropped a data chip into his fingers and he held it up. "Das is good, vey have the thing we have yes."

Keying up a phone, he called the owner of the line. "Sir, yes, we have it. Yes, the data you seek."

That is very good, Goneff, replied the voice on the other end of the line. And what of Brodie?

"Tipped his hand too quickly, but it was to throw off the trail. These Fallers are too resourceful da?" A sigh. "Don't worry Mr. Giovanni sir. The goods are in place."

See that you bring the other half quickly. Project Rainbow Rocket must not go to waste.

"And what of Brodie sir?"

Don't worry about Brodie. He knows better than to sell out Team Rocket.

As the line went dead, a Red Eye landed on Alola's main airline as two forms got out of a plane.