Nascour

He really hadn't intended for the Garchomp he'd given Giovanni to attack him, that much he'd been honest about. If anything, the incident could potentially hurt his own plans almost as much as if he'd outright attacked the man himself. Cipher needed Team Rocket's cooperation for their plan to work, and the 'weapons' backfiring this early in the game would not help matters.

So at the northern edge of Azimuth Plain Nascour stood and waited for the leader of Team Rocket, decked out in clothes that, for once, didn't make him look like he was a Darkrai in human shape. Better to set a good impression, something that wasn't so easy with his normal appearance. If nothing else, he looked decidedly less threatening, which was what he needed.

Don't ask how Nascour got ahold of Wes's phone number. That's unimportant. What is important is that he's called the boy out today in one of the lesser-visited areas of the island, away from prying eyes, claiming that he has something very important to tell him that can't properly be communicated over the phone. So here he stands in the middle of the woods, arms crossed and waiting for his former enemy to show up.