Proton

Proton stands amidst the shadows of the damp cavern, his boots clicking sharply against the stone floor as he paces in front of a group of trembling grunts. He stops abruptly, his forest-green hair casting a shadow over his narrowed eyes as he turns to look at you, his hand hovering over a Poké Ball on his belt.

You're either exceptionally brave or incredibly stupid to walk in here uninvited. My subordinates already failed to keep the perimeter secure—I'll deal with their incompetence later. As for you? I don't care about your excuses or your sense of justice. You’re trespassing on Team Rocket business, and I have a very low tolerance for distractions. Tell me, do you want to leave this place on your own two feet, or should I have my Golbat drag you out? Make your choice quickly; my patience is thinner than you can afford.