hit the ground running [mission]

[lynne]

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[atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=avatarr]WORDS; ### TAG; Hunter! NOTES; First mission![/classy] by toky ★ of rhi & ote

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]As far as Lynne could tell, this mission had two parts. As a research lab full of big, shiny computers it was Lynne's job to crack whatever security that had in place and simultaneously retrieve and destroy as much information as possible. The second was more of a smash-and-grab kind of gig for money, technology, moonstones and any thing else of interest... which as a scrawny sixteen-year-old would find difficult to manage alone. Thank Arceus for big, strong Pokemon. She had considered breaking in to the research facility in the dead of night, imagining some action movie-like stunt work and lots of black clothes and cool gadgets. It hadn't taken more than a quick look at some - albeit outdated - blueprints and some informed guesswork on the security to realize the foolhardiness of that decision. No, it would be much easier to not run around guns blazing - a mission to be completed quietly and covertly under Lux's nose. That was, after all, why they must have recommended her; if anyone could blend with a bunch of geeky scientists, it was probably her. It was always good to err on the side of caution, however, and Lynne had still opted to begin her mission towards the late afternoon, just as the facility would be starting to thin out as people turned in for the day but before any digital security would be turned on. Torque, her Excadrill, had burrowed deep into the mountain earlier that day, and using the old blueprints they had positioned themselves just above the ventilation system with a grate that would take them into a observation room used for live tests on meteorite fragments. The room would be empty unless there was something exciting going on in the testing room next door, so it seemed a good first place to start scouting potential entry points. She checked her digital clock for what felt like the thousandth time that time, squinting against the bright green glow of its face. It had been five hours or so of waiting, with only the illumination of her Rotom to light up the tunnel walls. It had been silent for most of this time, minus the occasional whir of Digits, her Porygon-Z. Finally, however, it was time. "All right Torque, let's begin." The Excadrill lumbered forward to the end of the tunnel on all fours, his wide claws taking in the tiny vibrations coursing through the earth to determine the spot where the dirt would give way to the metal vents underneath. The mole pokemon pulled its hand back, plunging its extremely sharp claw into the soft dirt. Both the dirt and the metal ceiling of the vent gave way - cool air rushed into the dirt tunnel, but minus perhaps a weakening of the effectiveness of their air conditioning system, hopefully the scientists would not notice for some time. Meanwhile, Lynne was pulling a starchy white coat over her clothes and a large drawstring bag on her back that made a clinking noise when she moved. She felt... exposed without her laptop, but the two flash drives in her coat pocket and the knowledge of breaking into the lab's networked computers should suit her fine for this mission. It might have been a little much, but Evelyn had also brought a clipboard. No one bothered someone with a clipboard, right? "Stand by for extraction. It might need to be... quick." The Excadrill nodded, before turning away to tunnel deeper into the earth. Lynne swung her legs over the crude hole, careful to avoid the sharp edges of the torn metal. She slipped into the vent as lightly as she could, though the thin, tinny metal could echo like no other. On hands and knees, she crawled up to the grate, peering in. The observation room appeared to be abandoned, as she had hoped. Thank Arceus; it saved her the trouble of crawling through these vents any longer than necessary. "You're up, Django. Obviously get the camera, but check for any other security." The Rotom flashed her a wicked grin, his plasma body phasing through the grate and disappearing as he possessed the cameras in the room, temporarily freezing the frame. This allowed Lynne to kick open the grate and jump down, Digits hovering close behind her and closing the grate behind her. While the camera was frozen, she wouldn't show up on the tapes - but it'd be good to get moving. She carefully opened the door of the observation room and tried to walk out looking normal and composed, but the hallway was abandoned. A high-pitched giggling behind her informed her that Django had let go of the camera in the observation room, and was probably hovering creepily by her ear. She ignored it, looking both ways before setting off left down a corridor. Left, then right, then left... the facility was larger than it had appeared on the blueprint. On the third turn, she finally ran into people. Two men were storming down the hallway, bickering quite loudly. One was dressed rather casually in a blue sweater and khakis, but the other was wearing the stereotypical white coat that Lynne wore. The Nox infiltrator froze, sure that they would recognize her as an outsider, but the two seemed much too involved in their arguing to give her more than a passing glance as they swept passed her. Lynne let out a breath she hadn't even known she was holding. Arceus, she couldn't just freeze up like that, looking like she had been caught red-handed before even being spoken too! She shook her head, rolling her shoulders back and continuing. Finally, Evelyn found a lab room with a long row of computers that were mostly abandoned. She ducked inside, flicking the lights on and booting up one of the computers. Digits, whirring gleefully, dove into the blue-lit screen to assist her from within. Lynne then removed one of the flash drives from her pocket, jabbing it into the keyboard. The first drive contained all of her code-breaking programs and algorithms. It would help her bypass the security, but if something would take too long to crack cleanly, Digits would be there to destroy it messily from within. Lynne would prefer that the Porygon-Z stay as uninvolved as possible, however; it would not take the computers long to recognize the foreign presence, especially if he started making a ruckus. Files began to open en masse on the screen. Not all of the information was important - some of it would undoubtedly not help Nox at all - but Lynne didn't discriminate. Any file that popped up on the monitor was quickly uploaded to a cloud server she had prepared earlier. This way, any Nox member who had been given access could pull the information down from the cloud; the more widely dispersed the information was, the harder it would be for Lux to burn. While there were some advantages to carrying all this information around on a USB (essentially assuring that no one would tamper with it), this way the information could spread even if she didn't make it out from this miss-... well, better not to think about that. Though this would be for most the most nerve-wracking part of the mission, now that her hands were on a keyboard Lynne felt her pulse slowing, the adrenaline calming down. She started to think, for a moment, that this mission could go off without a hitch... [/classy]

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[Hunter]

'Amazing that the wackjobs who work here might actually be making progress toward building an actually space shuttle' Hunter thought as he made his way down one of the many corridors of the Mt. Moon laboratory, carrying a clipboard with a list of names. The Sentinel hadn't exactly had a very high opinion of this place and had long thought of it as a waste of taxpayer dollars, and felt that the funds that went here would be better spent towards the war effort. Sure, a proper space program might eventually prove to be fruitful in assisting Lux in warfare, but he felt that better results would be attainable with more immediate, and affordable technology.

Now, that word had come out that the science team here might actually be making progress towards the goal of developing some sort of shuttle, Indigo Plateau's attention had suddenly become much more fixated on Mt. Moon, not just because of the prospects of people being able to make it to outer space, but because of security concerns, that some of the scientists might find the knowledge that they had required to be so valuable that they might decide to defect upon secretly discovering that someone would be willing to pay more for their services than Lux was.

Action had to be taken to make sure that the scientists would be kept in line, though the government had decided that the first step would be a simple inquiry, rather than physical action. They needed to get a good idea of the feelings and motives of each and every personnel at the Mt. Moon facility.

To that end they had dispatched Hunter, a Sentinel to Mt. Moon to conduct a relatively short interview of each and every scientist in the facility. He had shown up unannounced to catch the scientists somewhat off guard, so that they wouldn't have much time to formulate an elaborate lie about their motives. Even so, he wouldn't be able to complete the interviews all in one day, which was disappointing since he could do nothing to prevent word of his presence from spreading.

So now Hunter found himself wandering Mt. Moon conducting his short interviews with every scientist and personnel that he came across, crossing their names off one by one. The interviews had been recorded by a small obscure microphone attached to the collar of Hunter's trench coat, and recorded on a small listening device, attached to the microphone and hidden in said coat.

As Hunter continued to walk down the corridor, he came across a room with light shining through the door window. This implied to Hunter that someone was in the room, and that there was a decent chance that Hunter hadn't interviewed this 'someone' yet. Hunter reached for the door handle and opened it. He walked inside and noticed a short haired girl in a white lab coat, seated at a computer, typing furiously. Hunter's first thought was that this woman appeared to be a tad too young to be qualified for work here, but he decided not to press the issue as he approached her. The Sentinel said to her, "Excuse me ma'am, I understand that you're hard at work right now but I just need a few minutes of your time." As he was speaking he pulled his Lux Sentinel badge out of his pocket and showed it to the women. "The federal government has been intrigued by the progress that you have all been making and would like to get to know the people who work here better. They've assigned me to interview you, and I need to see your ID and credentials before I can begin the process, or I won't be able to check you off of the list of names which I have here."

The 'list of names' which Hunter was referring to was the small paper stack which was attached to his clipboard. The list had the name of every registered employee who worked here. Everyone needed to be accounted for and interviewed before Hunter departed.

[lynne]

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[atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=avatarr]WORDS; ### TAG; Hunter! NOTES; Ruh-ro![/classy] by toky ★ of rhi & ote

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]Everything was going well, really well. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and a dangerous hint of arrogance. This wasn't so hard. There was a lot of information to process, but together with Digits they were making excellent headway. That was, before the unmistakable sound of a door opening made Lynne's blood run cold. She didn't turn around, hoping that it was just another scientist who would go about their business without questioning her. The sound of footsteps grew closer, until the man was standing right next to her. Lynne did not look up from her work, even as he spoke to her. She listened intently to what he was saying but tried her best to seem uninterested and aloof, keeping her eyes trained on the screen. "Uuuuuhhhhm..." she said, biting the inside of her cheek. "Juuuust a minute please." Her voice, which normally had a faint twang to it, came out in a distracted drawl, imitating the voices of her rich peers when she attended school in Celadon. I'm busy right now, and what I'm doing is more important than you. the tone seemed to be saying. Lynne was quite surprised that, stuck in quicksand, she was feeling suddenly exceedingly calm. She had experienced social anxiety for most of her life when it came to making connections with people, but spinning an elaborate lie? That took a different set of skills. She removed the drive of her algorithms, dropping it into her pocket and inserting the second drive. She hadn't gotten all of the information off the lab computer, but several hundred documents out of thousands must be useful somehow, even if it barely composed a quarter of the total data, right? The second flash drive wasn't about data collection - it was about data destruction. She was rather proud of the technology. It left a wide path of destruction in its wake, corrupting files and deleting data and ravaging any system it could enter. The part that Lynne was particularly proud of, however, was that the program intentionally did not destroy all data it came across. It deliberately left some files untouched, leaving behind a hidden Trojan Horse of sorts. When the scientists noticed (oh, they would notice) that some of their precious data was untouched, they would probably try to move it to an external drive... which, once the data had been moved, would cause the parasite to activate and repeat the process on any "back-ups" it could get its hands on. With a quick strike of the enter key, the program started. She needed more time, but could not stall without addressing him directly any longer. She turned to face the man who had spoken to her, clutching her clipboard tightly to her chest and flashing him a strained smile. Shit, he looked like he meant business. Her Rotom, fearless as usual, zoomed around the stranger's head, cackling. "Right, sorry about that. It's been so busy around her... y'know?" she laughed nervously. "Wow, federal government? Sounds important." In some circumstances, she could play off her age to come off as harmless. In a lab, however, she had to have a good reason to be there. Reaching up to scratch the back of her head, Lynne carefully tried to present the identity she had tried to prep during her long five hour wait. "Well, y'see, I don't actually work here. On a payroll that is." she tried to scrunch her eyebrows together and look indignant, but also look like she wasn't totally acting-- ugh, this spy stuff was hard. "You'd think that two years of university would be worth somethin' to these guys, but since I don't have a pHD to my name they don't seem to think I'm worth a thing." "So you see, I don't actually have an ID. No access to anywhere worth anything. Have to sign in everyday like a kid on a school trip." Would he buy it? Regardless, she was taking time, that was all that mattered. "But, uh, my name is Lynne. Lynne Evans. Might be on that fancy list of yours." she said, wondering what he would do when he didn't find it there. "Or..." An idea struck, and you could almost see the cartoon lightbulb lighting up above her head. "If you'd like to talk to my supervisor, he's currently on the observation deck. I assume they set you up with all kinds of access - if you could take me up there we can just go talk to him and get this cleared up?" Out of the frying pan and into the fire? Well, it was a start. [/classy]

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[Hunter]

This was odd. The woman seemed to be stuttering over her words, and laughing nervously as she spoke, and while that wasn't enough to make any sort of accusations, it was somewhat troubling to Hunter. What was particularly head turning was the fact that the woman said that she didn't have any sort of ID on her. That was a glaring red flag, so much so, that that had pretty much blocked out everything that she said after that from Hunter's mind. Even normal Lux citizens were required to have their ID cards with them whenever they went out in public, even if it were for as something as simple as going shopping for food. Being able to enter a high security research center without one was far less likely than even that.

There was definitely something up, baring of course the possibility that the security forces in the area had become extremely lazy, in which case a proper purging of the ranks would be in order. Hunter would ponder on that for another time, but for now his attention was fully fixated on the girl. He subtly tried to move himself so that he would be directly between her and the door in case she tried to run for whatever reason.

The Sentinel decided that he should not make any sort of move to try and apprehend this woman, at least not yet. He first wanted to see what she would say in response to his next statement. He folded his arms and said to her in a stern tone "Being out in public anywhere, let alone here, without any identification is illegal." Hunter deliberately refrained from posing this statement as a question for her. He decided by doing so, he was opening up the possibility that the woman might inadvertently reveal more about herself than if he posed the statement as a question which might invite her to make a shorter response than she otherwise would have.

[lynne]

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[atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=avatarr]WORDS; ### TAG; Hunter! NOTES; Ruh-ro![/classy] by toky ★ of rhi & ote

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]Shit, this was bad. Lynne had felt too at ease when she found her yakking coming naturally - getting brought in for not carrying ID would be just as bad for being caught for her true crime red-handed, for they'd surely discover the damage she had done while she wasted away in some holding cell. She didn't know what to do though, other than what she had already tried; lying through her teeth. "Ooooooh, I misunderstood you." Lynne replied, eyes widening. "I thought you meant, like, a lab ID y'know? The ones the important people get. Don't worry, I'm a woman of the law, I would never leave the house without any ID. You know how it is these days, very important to have identification on you. For safety y'know? Of course you know, you're a safety inspector yourself of sorts..." Her stalling had become outright blathering, and she quickly shut her mouth when she realized that she wouldn't be able to outright talk her way out of this situation no matter how confused and incompetent she acted. Django, still orbiting the man's head, flashed her a wicked smile revealing sharp teeth. Well, that left her a very limited set of alternatives. "Right. Very sorry to take up your time." Lynne apologized, casting a glance back at her computer. The virus should have at least had time to start its path of destruction - at this point, it must be well into the system and reaching out feelers into all of the computers it could reach on the network. It would be hard for anyone to completely shut it down without it planting some of the trojan horses and ripping through some data first. "My school ID is right here." she said assuredly, nodding at her clipboard. She began flipping through the pages on the board, stopping on a random sheet filled with useless, fake text and proffered it to the Lux agent, using it as an excuse to close the distance between them. Just when she angled the clipboard so he could see that there was no ID attached, however, she gripped the clip board as tightly as she could with both hands and swung it towards the man's face. She wasn't strong enough to overpower just about anyone, but had read somewhere that the face was one of the most sensitive parts of the body. Made sense, really. Even if the clipboard didn't connect as heavily with his face as she had hoped, it should at least hopefully give him a good shock. As she swung the board, she called out to the Rotom still orbiting Hunter's head. "Django, Confuse Ray!" The Rotom smiled even wider than before, swinging in between Lynne and Hunter as Lynne herself tried to take a few paces back, fearful of retaliation. The plasma Pokemon's normally blue eyes were glowing a bright red, and it hoped to catch Hunter by surprise just after the clipboard clattered from Lynne's hands to the ground. The Confuse Ray would do them a very temporary favor, garbling the Lux agent's thoughts and perhaps confusing his vision but ultimately just buying a little more time. Lynne would take just five more seconds at this point, however. It was too early to abort the mission, Lynne thought frantically. Even if they took out this man, however, there was no doubt the incident would be captured somehow - even without knowing about Hunter's mic, Lynne knew the security cameras would contain plenty of damning evidence. The clink of the somethings in her backpack reminded her that she still had a few things left undone, but the window of opportunity was quickly closing before her. She'd need to deal with this guy, hopefully cause a little more chaos, then beat a very fast retreat. Suddenly, it became very real to Lynne that this was no game, and she was not sitting behind her laptop raging a digital battle. No, this battle could shape up to be physical if Django didn't succeed, and Lynne did not like how her chances looked if that happened. Shit. [/classy]

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[Hunter]

As the girl tried to explain herself as misinterpreting what Hunter had said in regard to her not having proper identification, Hunter was half listening to her, and half deciding how to proceed next. After all, a simple civilian ID wasn't enough to be able to access this area, he would need to see more from her to prove that she belonged here. At the same time, he couldn't make any sort of move which might make her decide to run.Hunter then caught the last part of what the woman had said, which was that she had her ID to show him, as Hunter looked towards the clipboard which she had said that it was on, the clipboard suddenly began flying towards his head. The Sentinel instinctively raised his arm up, and narrowly kept the clipboard from making contact with his head, as his right hand blocked it. The price however was that now his hand was in pain, he let out a loud wince as he clutched his hand.

The next thing that Hunter saw was a Rotom, with glowing red eyes only inches from his face. Suddenly, Hunter began to feel dizzy as the room appeared to become distorted, it almost looked as though the room was changing colors every few seconds and that everything was either expanding or contracting. Hunter wobbled around for a few seconds before inadvertently walking into a wall, which knocked him to the ground. The impact caused a Pokeball to roll out of his pocket. The ball suddenly opened up, and a Bronzor appeared in a flash of light. The Bronze Pokemon saw its trainer lying on the floor and then glanced angrily at the Rotom, and the woman, figuring that they were responsible. Its body immediately began to glow in a bright red hue as it used Hypnosis to try and put the Rotom and its trainer to sleep.

[lynne]

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[atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=avatarr]WORDS; ### TAG; Hunter! NOTES; First mission![/classy] by toky ★ of rhi & ote

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]The clipboard offensive didn't work as well has she had hoped; after hitting his hands, she had dropped in surprise at having made contact at all. Thankfully, Django had picked up the slack and successfully disoriented the man with its Confuse Ray. That didn't seem to be the end of their troubles, however, as one of Hunter's Pokemon had escaped from its Pokeball and seemed to quickly realize that Lynne and co were foe, not friend. The red glow that surrounded the little steel disc was bad news for Django and Lynne. Lynne felt her eyes begin to grow heavy and she desperately tried to fight off the fuzziness settling over her brain like cotton balls. Django pulled himself away from the hypnotic gaze by slipping into the light fixture with a zap of plasma. Huh, so much for loyalty... Just when Lynne was starting to feel her vision go dark at the edges, a blue and pink distraction appeared, shooting out from the computer monitor. Digits had been completely naive to the goings-on in the physical world, immersed with his mission in the digital one. The result was the Virtual Pokemon zipping out of the computer, chirping triumphantly, only to find himself receiving a full blast of Hypnosis to the face. The Porygon-Z fell asleep almost instantly, for the attack could hardly be any more close range without the two Pokemon practically touching. Though Digits still hung suspended in the air, its floating blue "arms" fell to dangle by his side, the yellow bull's eye-like pattern of its "eye" turned off. Thankfully, the Porygon-Z's sudden appearance just when the Hypnosis was at its strongest and absorption of the psychic energy allowed Lynne to shake off the heaviness she had started to feel in her body. "Django, keep it busy!" Lynne called, returning Digits to his ball and maneuvering herself towards the door as best as she could without turning her back. The Rotom gave a cry that seemed to echo within the entire room, switching between possessing the air condition unit, the lamps, the security camera. It appeared out of the printer, to the side of the Bronzor. Grinning, Django gathered an orb of electricity which he hurled towards the Bronzor. As it flew towards the Bronzor, the orb exploded to create a distinctly web-shaped attack of electric energy - an electroweb.Meanwhile, Lynne had taken the drawstring bag off her back to deposit Digits's ball inside, and pulled out a bottle with a dirty rag hanging out of it and a lighter. It didn't take a genius to make a simple Molotov cocktail; the perfect sort of scrappy weapon suited for urban warfare. Now it was just a matter of making it to the rendezvous point where Torque was waiting for some sort of signal... Lynne case one last glance at the Bronzor. "I'd look after your trainer, if I were you." she warned, trying to sound serious and intimidating but probably failing miserably. "Django can sometimes act out quite... violently... when I leave him to his own devices." Her eyes lingered on the temporarily-disabled Lux agent, before she turned opened the door and began running down the hall. *** Now was no time for subtlety. The observation deck was both the last part of her mission and her ideal exit point - the only place in the entire building that opened to air to allow the scientists to study the effects of the effects of the live moonlight on the strange evolutionary stones native to the mountain, and the Pokemon that made Mt. Moon their home. While it would have been nice to have that Lux inspector swipe her into the observation deck himself, but she hadn't planed on that in the first place. The scientists were surprised to see the girl dressed like them sprinting down the hall, pushing past them when she had to. After knocking a huge stack of papers out of one overburdened scientist's arms, they started to give her a wide berth and simply stared after her down the halls. These folks were clearly scientists, not soldiers; though the latter would catch up soon. When she saw the steel doors that the blue prints suggested marked the observation room at the end of the hallway, Lynne quickly started looking into the rooms on her left and right. When she found one that she was sure was empty - and with a few paper files as an added bonus - she carefully flicked on the lighter and lit the end of the soaked rag of her ragtag explosive before tossing it into the room, towards the fire alarm. The alcohol-gasoline mixture exploded into a miniature fireball with a tinkle of glass, setting off the fire alarm instantly. For the Excadrill waiting in the tunnels for the "extraction signal," that alarm was his cue. Torque drilled through the last part of the dirt and into the foundation of the building, using Metal Claw to rip through a particularly tough bits with his extremely sharp claws. When he fully emerged into the building, he found his approximation had landed him a only 10 yards down the hallway from where the doors to the observation deck was. He turned himself around, seeing that his trainer looked no worse for wear...though the sweat on her brow and panic in her eyes suggested to him that time was short. He set to work straight away, using his claws to stab through the metal doors and rip and path for them by force. More slowly than Lynne would have liked, the interior of the observation room opened before them, lit in a dusky glow. "All right, let's finish this and get the hell out of here." Lynne spat, pulling her last Molotov out of her bag and stepping into the torn doorway. [/classy]

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[Hunter]

Hunter slowly regained consciousness as he felt an unusually hard slap to his face. It was his Bronzor hitting itself lightly (by its standards anyway) against Hunter's face. The Bronze Pokemon had seen the girl speed off down the hall, and would've given chase were it not for having been slightly injured by the Electroweb attack from the Rotom. The Sentinel slowly got to his feet and tried to remember the last thing that he had seen before temporarily losing his sanity, and recalled the girl swinging a clipboard at his head, him blocking it with his hand, and the close up sight of a Rotom with glowing red eyes.Upon seeing that its trainer had gotten his wits about him once again, Bronzor floated out the door, shaking its body, motioning for Hunter to follow him. When Hunter stepped out of the doorway the first thing that caught his eye, was the sight of a few scientist trying to help one of their colleagues get back up, and to pick up a stack of papers, which for some reason had been strewn all over the floor. Thinking that it was likely in that direction that the girl had run off in, Hunter was about to go and ask the group what had happened, when he suddenly heard a large explosion coming from somewhere even further down the hall.

As the fire alarm began to blare all over the facility, the Sentinel acted quickly. Recalling Bronzor back to its Pokeball, he immediately took off down the hallway, towards where he thought the explosion had come from. Eventually, he ran into a thick layer of smoke, and had to slow down as he walked through the smoke using his coat collar to try and filter the smoke. Though the effect was negligible, the smoke hadn't yet spread very far, and so Hunter was able to make it through still in relatively good shape.

It was then that Hunter noticed yet another thing that stood out. A large gaping hole that had been ripped through the wall, with the metal being bent entirely out of shape. Just a bit further down, the Sentinel noticed another similarly shaped hole, this one ripped through a large doorway. Immediately making the connection, Hunter quickly ran towards the ripped-apart door. He quickly stopped, and gazed inside, and immediately caught the eye of that woman who had attacked him, along with an Excadrill. Hunter immediately exclaimed, "You!" He immediately took out another Pokeball and tossed it, and in a flash of light, a Houndoom appeared. The Dark Pokemon immediately began angrily growling at the girl, and in a voice practically dripping with acid, Hunter said, "As much as I'd love to make you suffer right now, I'm far more interested in what you're doing here, so if you fess up right now, I'll consider not letting my Houndoom rip your throat out. I suggest you make your mind up now."

[lynne]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] AND IT'S A BRIGHT SUNNY DAY[/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=avatarr]WORDS; ### TAG; Hunter! NOTES; First mission![/classy] by toky ★ of rhi & ote

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]Pandemonium. It was the best word to describe the scene unfolding before her, as scientists ran left and right, messing with their toggles and dials or looking around confusedly. Lynne wished she hadn't had to make such a mess of things - it wasn't as the though the smoke was doing her any favors in seeing what she was looking at - but it certainly had helped her make an entrance. There were several confused faces looking at her, that didn't know quite what to make of it. A young woman in a lap coat, her age and stature making her seem something like a child playing dress-up, yet clutching a hand-made explosive firmly in one hand. Behind her, a formidably large Pokemon who was picking the remains of their enforced door from his claws. The smoke wasn't too thick such that Lynne couldn't get a basic idea of the layout of the room. Unlike the side lab where she had planted the virus and collected information, or the room where she threw the first Molotov, this room was lined with many more expensive monitors and strange equipment. While some machines were obvious to her - the high tech laser cutter with meteor fragments on its table, your basic acids for testing the properties of minerals, what appeared to be a giant robotic arm - there were others where Lynne couldn't even begin to fathom what their purpose was. Something that looked like an MRI? A rather ominous set of colored vials? Hopefully the digital data would give them some clues. At the front of the room, a 3D digital model of some kind of shuttle rotated around. It was hard to tell whether that was some attempt at decorum or an actual depiction of what they were trying to create - to Lynne, the thing sure didn't look space-worthy. Regardless, the expression on her face might have been akin to that of a kid in a candy store. The best part of all was the small, arena-like area surrounded in glass in the back. The blue-purple light of dusk was filtering down from above and leaving the clearing awash in cool hues, reminding her that escape was just a straight shot up from that small circle of freedom behind the glass. This glee at the intellectual stimulation bombarding her from all sides was cut short by the sound of her dear Lux friend entering the Observation Deck, charging onto the scene like a bat out of hell. Ugh. Lynne's expression fell when she saw him. Had he not shown up, Lynne would have been able to covertly steal and destroy information without breaking a sweat. At least they had prepared for the worst - extraction after being compromised, Excadrill took up a protective position in front of Lynne, claws extended threateningly. Lynne's Rotom skittered after the man into the room. He had failed to be a distraction - the Bronzor was smart enough to simply wake his trainer - so he had simply tried to follow the man, who in turn was following Lynne. Seeing the Plasma Pokemon, Lynne used her free hand to return it to its ball. Really, the Rotom and Porygon-Z had just joined her for the first part of the mission. When things went south, it was Pokemon like Torque who would protect her in a bind. She listened to his livid words, feeling the icy deadliness in his tone. Lynne wasn't used to having people speak to her that way. Maybe she shouldn't have hit him with a clipboard. But, listening to his demands... he wanted her to tell him what she was doing here? The threat, accompanied by the vicious growling of that hell hound he had just released, made her stomach turn flip-flops. Lynne loved dogs, and was not afraid of them in the least under normal circumstances, but an angry dog was an angry dog. She didn't feel so brave and capable now, if there had ever been a point where she did during this mission. No matter how fearful she felt, however, she still didn't feel stupid and wasn't about to go spilling her full plan to him. If anything, holding that information from him gave her just the tiniest bit of leverage. Man, this guy was patient - after all this time, he was still trying to get a straight answer out of her. "...Y-you'll find out what I'm up to when your boss chews you out for lettin' me get away with it." she replied, and even with the tremor in her voice she forced herself to make steady eye contact, despite the way her heart hammered against her ribcage like a trapped bird. She was still holding her second Molotov. It seemed apt to make a point. She looked at the Lux man. She could throw her last cocktail at him, perhaps distracting him with the fireball enough to break the glass of the observation area and get a ride up and out. At the same time... Lynne couldn't shake the image of his clothes aflame, the fires eagerly eating away at the gasoline splashed onto his flesh... No. She lit the end of the rag, but threw the cocktail not towards the Lux man but towards a large row of machines with a grid of monitors above it. It was destruction, but of computers, not human flesh. "On your guard, Torque." [/classy]

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[Hunter]

As sorry of an attempt to sound intimidating as Hunter had ever heard. That was the impression that he got as he heard the woman stumble over her words trying to throw him off guard with the prospect of facing punishment should he let the girl escape. Hunter found this laughable. The many years that he had spent living on the streets prior to joining up with Lux were far worse than any punishment Lux would dish out for failing here. He wouldn't share these thoughts with the girl however. She was far to undeserving of such time.

It wasn't until then that Hunter had noticed, what appeared to be some sort of container in the girls hand with a rag attached to it. He watched her promptly light it on fire, and just as he had begun to duck in anticipation of it being thrown at him, he saw her throwing it in a completely different direction, towards a row of machinery, which promptly caught fire.

Was that why the girl was here? Simple destruction? But then why had she been working at a computer? There were many different possibilities, each of which as confusing as the last. What was clear however to Hunter, was that this girl was a threat, and needed to be stopped, and if that meant that she were to die, along with all of the answers which he sought then so be it.

The Sentinel said, "You choose to turn down my offer? Bad choice." Hunter smirked as he noticed how the Excadrill had moved in front of its trainer in order to protect her. That action alone would make his job that much easier. Hunter pointed at the pair and said to Houndoom, "Torch them both with Flamethrower." Houndoom quickly complied and shot a stream of fire out of its mouth which sailed towards the Excadrill and its trainer. Ordinarily Hunter would have refrained from using such a potentially destructive attack. After all such complex machinery didn't pay for itself. However, since the girl had already taken the pleasure of destroying them, it did not matter anymore.

[lynne]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] AND IT'S A BRIGHT SUNNY DAY[/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=avatarr]WORDS; ### TAG; Hunter! NOTES; Ruh-ro![/classy] by toky ★ of rhi & ote

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]The Excadrill had seen many battles and thought himself in many ways more experienced than his trainer; he most definitely knew a bad match-up when he saw one. Unfortunately for him, today the odds were not in his favor. When the Lux member issued his battle orders for the Houndoom, Torque did not wait to listen to see if Lynne would try to react. Just as the Houndoom's mouth opened to send a jet of flame towards both Torque and Lynne, the mole Pokemon dove forward - not away from the flames just leaving the Houndoom's maw, but towards them. The heat was intense immediately, the pain following only moments after and coupled with the nauseating smell of his short hair burning. The huge spiked appendage hanging over his face helped him protect his face if he kept his chin tucked , but even with his head down and eyes shut all he could see was red, red, red. He roared in pain but charged blindly forward, claws stabbing out to try to grab the Houndoom and bring it to the ground with reckless abandon. The Submission would hurt Torque himself as well as the Houndoom if it succeeded - but throwing the dog to the ground seemed the only way to stop the flames that so eagerly bit at his flesh. Lynne felt her resolve weaken at the roar of agony from her Excadrill. She just wanted to be out of her, gone! She had to think clearly... Her bag may have not contained any more Molotov cocktails, but it did contain her means of getting out of this stupid research center. She enlarged the ball and threw it up into the air, and in a flash of carmine light a strange spherical Pokemon with a decorated round black body and bright yellow wings tipped in red and blue appeared. The Sigilyph blinked its two blue eyes on its body, swiveling them towards Lynne and awaiting instruction. "We need to get out of here. Use Psychic and try to pin the Lux agent down under some broken machinery." The Sigilyph did not show any sign that it had heard, minus the faint psychic glow that rimmed its eyes. Tables, monitors, hard drives - anything the Sigilyph could get its psychic-grip on that was heavy enough to give the man some trouble should he be caught underneath it was thrown towards him with a flick of psychic energy. [/classy]

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[Hunter]

Hunter was stunned as he watched the Excadrill charge Houndoom's Flamethrower attack head on. Did this Pokemon have a suicide wish or something? Regardless, it made little difference to him, he expected that Houndoom would easily be able to jump out of the way in time, before the Excadrill made contact. Unfortunately for him, there was one thing that he hadn't counted on. The fire had now grown large enough that the rooms fire sprinklers had detected it, and now they began to spray water down onto the room in an attempt to contain the blaze.

Unfortunately for Houndoom, this meant that small amounts of water were now pelting his body, and being a fire type, this caused the Dark Pokemon to begin to feel slightly woozy. This meant that it was unable to dodge the Excadrills attack in time. The result was that Houndoom was sent flying and crashed violently against the wall. It slumped down to the ground, clearly knocked out cold.

Infuriated by his terrible luck, and that he was now soaking wet, Hunter turned back towards the girl, only to find that there was now a Sigiliyph floating next to her, and for some reason it's eyes were now glowing brightly. Hunter soon discovered what this 'reason' was, as what appeared to be a small enclosed metal box quickly whizzed past his head. The Sentinel turned in the direction of where he thought that the box had come from, and came face to face with a plethora of other metal and plastic objects sailing directly at him. Hunter tried to spin and turn out of the way of the objects, and for a second or two he was successful.

It was then that a small computer monitor slammed into his stomach, knocking him to the ground, right next to where his unconscious Houndoom was laying. Still conscious, Hunter tried to get up, wincing in pain as he did so. He was barely sitting up as he took another Pokeball out of his pocket. He said to the girl in a somewhat broken voice, "You...aren't going anywhere." Even though his current condition made it seem laughable that he would be able to carry out that threat.

(OOC: Do you want to end this now, or do you want to draw it out more to get more War Effort Points?)

[lynne]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] AND IT'S A BRIGHT SUNNY DAY[/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=avatarr]WORDS; ### TAG; Hunter! NOTES; And we're out of here.[/classy] by toky ★ of rhi & ote

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]The Excadrill was shocked his reckless charge into the Flamethrower had worked. Well, "worked"... the hair and flesh on most of the front of his body was burned, and he couldn't tell whether it was the adrenaline that kept the pain just barely bearable, or the fact that all of the nerve endings were fried. There was even liquid falling from the sky. Torque wondered whether he was imagining the sensation, feeling the small droplets tickle and soak his skin. No, indeed, that was the sprinkler system. He had just enough time to feel a surge of satisfaction as the Houndoom did not rise after slamming into the wall, before he felt the ground rush up to meet him as well. Unconscious, for now, but those burns needed treatment. Lynne wanted to run to the steel types side, but knew she needed to stay close to the Sigilyph. Instead, she returned the mole creature to its Pokeball, determined to rush the poor thing to proper care - Kaz would would be able to help with a Wish, but they'd have to check for internal damage... She tilted her head up towards the water falling from the ceiling, silently promising Torque that she would get him to care as soon as possible, and slipping the ball into her pocket. Finally, she turned her gaze on Hunter, who appeared to have had the wind knocked out of him. For a moment, her expression hardened in dislike. She knew why he had attacked her and her Pokemon, knew that he was only doing the right thing from his position, but couldn't help but feel an intense dislike towards him. A small and less emotionally compromised voice in her head noted dryly that this was how wars were started. "You're no longer in a position to determine that." she said tartly, then turned to her Psychic type. "Now, Asami. Let's go. Quickly." Lynne said, bending down quickly to pick out of fist-sized chunk of meteorite that had rolled off one of the tables the Sigilyph had thrown across the room. A memento. The Sigilyph, who had been preparing to throw a large metal table towards the fallen Lux, instead flicked the table in the other direction. It crashed through the glass of the observation room with a brilliant crash, sending shards everywhere. Lynne darted over a control panel just in front of the glass panels and through the opening, catching her leg shallowly on a jagged edge of glass as she did so but too high on adrenaline to feel it yet. The Sigilyph followed, and when it caught up, used its Psychic on Lynne. Wreathed in a blue-purple glow and beginning to rise off the ground, Lynne grabbed one of the Pokemon's "arms" to stay oriented and steady herself as both trainer and Pokemon shot upwards, towards the fresh night air and away from the dangers below. Everyone lives to play another day. -MISSION COMPLETED- ooc: decided to end it now, hope that's ok!! [/classy]

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