Voting Booth
You press the button, and a passage opens up. You crawl through it, and arrive in the Voting Booth.
It's rows upon rows of voting booths, normally crowded during the day. But now, they're empty, and King Pikachu might be stashed in any of them. Here comes the boring part of your job!
You open the first one. Nothing. Before you can leave, though, you here a hissing noise. You look up, and bite down on your tongue to keep from screaming.
An Arbok at least twice as fat and long as an average Arbok is coiled around the light. It was obviously put here by a Team Rocket member! Before you can think another thought, it strikes, biting your arm. You jerk back, but you're already starting to get weak. You fall over.
By the time they find your dead body, the second-in-command had already been forced to give up the land. By not constantly being on your toes, you've cost your life...and the fate of all of King Pikachu's subjects. Maybe you shouldn't have been a captain of the guards.
Or maybe you are worthy of the title. Try again, maybe you'll get Team Rocket this time!
I can do it!
I give up. Let someone else do it.
