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 Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 9:38 pm
Entry found_
Her hood had long been pulled off, and during the ride back to the HQ, Kunai made certain to keep awake. Bullet wounds were not necessarily very forgiving. Though she had shown no weakness during the mission, she had definitely lost a decent amount of blood. It was nearly impossible to see on her completely black outfit, but the cloth over her right shoulder seemed slicked down and wet.
Smells of iron.
During the ride back, she remained absolutely silent, but unlike her usual self, who would have been glaring at her subordinates, she was instead gazing out of the car window. There was nothing special about the world as it passed their vehicle. It was something to do. Something to keep her mind awake. Towards the end of the journey back to HQ, Kunai's head began to heavily lean against the short white fur of her Pokémon's chest.
When the vehicle slowed and came to a stop. For a moment, she wondered if her mind was playing tricks on her, making it feel like the world had stopped altogether. Yet when the door of the vehicle was opened by the medics, she turned to look. The world had not stopped. As usual, the pink-haired Elite waited until everyone else was taken out of the vehicle before exiting. Or rather, her Mewtwo carted her out, keeping the Elite in its arms.
The medics attempted initially to get the short Elite out of the Pokémon's arms, but the Pokémon snarled silently at them.
"He won't hand me over, just let him take me where ever you need." Her voice paused before she thoughtfully added "I suffer one gunshot wound to the right shoulder." It was a bit odd for a gunshot victim to remain so calm about it. However, she was an Elite.
The medics seemed to back off slightly before a few began to lead the way to the Infirmary, simply signaling for the pair to follow. The Mewtwo did not make a sound as it began to make its way forward, paws just as silent as the Pokémon itself.
Kunai wasn't the sentimental sort at all. Yet as they slowly made their way towards the infirmary, the slow gradual pace that bobbed her up and down was making her feel vaguely drowsy. Her head pressed up against the Pokémon's chest again and her eyes for a moment glanced up to the Mewtwo's strong face. It wasn't looking at her, but straight ahead towards their destination. She'd never say it aloud, but the Pokémon designated with the title of "Prototype2" was perhaps the most useful Pokémon in existence.
Nevermind the fact that the Pokémon could easily hear such simple thoughts as they ran through her consciousness.
When they finally reached the designated room. There waiting for her was Dr. Julia Reyard. She pushed her glasses up her nose and rather purposefully pushed a strand of red hair out of her line of vision.
"Was it entirely necessary for your Pokémon to remain out?"
Kunai's response was simple. "You want to be the one to take me out of his arms?" She didn't say a word, but in thought, she noted Set me down, to which the Pokémon promptly obeyed. She somehow managed to keep herself on her two feet, rather than wobble and have to lean against the Pokémon for balance.
The doctor looked over her clipboard momentarily. "So I take it we will need to remove that bullet."
"No M'am!" Kunai said promptly before holding out her hand, showing off the bullet that had been pulled from her shoulder much earlier.
The doctor glanced over the bullet casually. "I see." In a tone matching Kunai's in harshness, she instructed "Take a seat on the table and remove your suit so I can tend to the area properly." There was a pause. "And please put your Pokémon away."
The girl tucked the bullet away in her pouch before pulling up her Masterball. There was no enthusiastic "RETURN" like those stupid children did when they summoned their Pokémon back to their Pokéball. No, the Mewtwo lashed its tail one time to the side before it turned into red light and returned to the purple ball.
Having taken care of everything that she was responsible for, the girl sat herself down.
It wasn't her first time having to tend to such a wound.
And in all honesty, it probably wouldn't be the last time.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 7:53 pm
Entry found_
His sentence was up. From her office, the Elite Agent Kunai sat, flicking a knife about her finger and waiting. She had waited plenty long for his sentence to be up, but not without work. She had been shot, she had been told to take things easy, and though she had been continually training with target practice, she had somehow managed to find the time to research this computer hacker thoroughly. And now that his sentence was up, the first thing 1337 was scheduled to do was meet with Kunai.
Literally, it was the first thing planned. As she sat there, a knock came at the door. When she gave permission with a simple "Come," in entered two large figures. One was 1337, who was not wearing a shirt at all. This was not a surprise at all. At least he had the dignity to put his pants back on. The other was merely an escort, who had much more meat on his bones to ensure 1337 couldn't overwhelm him physically (somehow). Even upon entering, 1337 was proving that he was unable to handle this simple meeting like an adult, snickering under his breath something about her saying "come." The escort was smart enough, saluting Kunai the moment he set foot in the room, but 1337 was not nearly as respectful.
"I take it the reason you haven't saluted yet, Grunt, is because you are currently blind and unable to see the fact you are in the presence of an Elite." Kunai's voice was absolutely deadpan as she walked up to the pair. She looked to the escort. "You, Grunt who saluted, are dismissed."
"Thank you m'am!" For being such a large man, the escort did not seem to have much of a backbone. He was gone perhaps two seconds after the dismissal.
1337 stood there with a big grin on his face. He could hear as the office door was shut behind him. In a displeased tone, he could hear the Elite's voice again. "I am waiting, Grunt 1337."
In a lazy fashion, the long gangly man offered a salute that seemed more like a perverted gesture coming from him. However, it was a salute, which more than likely was better than anything Elite Agent Seth was ever able to get. Kunai made a mental note of such. She walked to her chair and took a seat before giving the order "Find a chair and take a seat."
It was certainly easier said than done, considering that 1337's eyesight had been essentially turned off for however long he had been in solitary confinement. He wasn't a Zubat. He wasn't adjusted to finding things without his sight. However, with the direction given, he awkwardly began to move around, hand reaching out to his side slightly, feeling for some sort of chair. He did manage to initially bump his hand against the corner of a box. However, using his better judgment (which surprisingly, he did have), he continued on until he found the arm of a chair. He slid into it, then waited for further instruction.
"Do explain why you are not wearing your standard uniform shirt, Grunt." Kunai's voice was demanding, crisp, but strangely without emotion.
1337 still remained there with a grin upon his face. His logic for such things was always simple. "It's uncomfortable. I don't like shirts that make me feel stuffy. They don't exactly make the uniforms outta' something that breathes, ya know."
The pink-haired girl stared intensely at the man in the visor. She remained absolutely silent as she mentally processed the fact this Grunt was so informal, even in the presence of a higher ranking Agent. Rather abruptly, she acknowledged the information he offered with her own. "It would explain why you wear that jumpsuit, though I did find it rather odd you were not wearing any undergarments of any sort."
With a loud cackle, 1337 pointed towards the direction of the voice, clapping his hand a couple times. "I KNEW IT!! I KNEW YOU WERE THE ONE TO UNDRESS ME!!! OH ROFL!!! I FEEL SO DIRTY!!"
Despite the outburst, the Elite continued onward with the conversation. "Tell me how you enjoyed your time in Solitary Confinement."
It took 1337 about 15 seconds (which was 5 times longer than what Kunai would have preferred) to calm down enough to finally answer the question, but he at least did answer the question. "Oh, let's see, woke up with cuts on my face and a uniform that was tighter than Seth's a** and my tech damaged. Couldn't see, though I still can't see, but I eventually figured out where I was." There was a pause as if he was trying to think of the proper way to phrase the next part. "Hmmm... you can say that I did manage to find a way to keep myself entertained."
Where as 1337 seemed to be beaming, Kunai was scowling slightly. She momentarily paused to pick up the glass of orange juice upon her desk, take a sip, then returned to looking at the man's cocky expression. "As my sources tell me, you were essentially programming during that whole time. No tech or fancy tools, and you were still coding. Does this sound correct?"
1337's grin momentarily seemed to grow a bit more sinister. "Did anybody actually run the program I wrote?"
"Considering where you were at the moment, more than likely the program was only going to be destructive, so it was in our best interest to record the data, but not run it."
"Awwwww!" The man sounded disappointed, but he still had that smile. "I don't feel loved anymore!"
There was a momentary pause again before the pink-haired Elite mentioned "You should be grateful that I keep my knives absolutely clean, Grunt. Your wounds seem to have healed up without leaving any scars."
Playfully, 1337 tossed out a simple "You are a woman after my heart. Too bad you aren't physically my type." Though they both knew he couldn't see, he still seemed to toss a glance towards Kunai as if he was judging her reaction.
The girl usually would have been scowling and started off in some sort of angry power-trip rant. Yet, she didn't give him such satisfaction. She had read upon Grunt 1337's personnel files. She came into this meeting knowing how she had to keep herself in check. Instead of giving him the anger or reactions of someone who had their buttons pushed, Kunai plainly addressed the issue altogether. "You like to make people angry, don't you, Grunt?"
If there was something he wasn't expecting, it was probably this. He was more adjusted to angry chicks telling him off, or Seth attempting to do anything to make 1337's life miserable. For once, 1337 didn't have a snappy comeback, since such a straight forward reaction was foreign to him.
His silence was all she needed to continue along the warpath she had set up. "I may not have been in this facility long, but never underestimate my power of observation, Grunt. I have seen your type before. You cause unnecessary trouble. You like to be the center of attention. You will do whatever it takes to be in that spotlight, whether it be bad or good." She paused, then clinked her knife against the edge of her glass to accent her next point. "You are also intelligent. I have found that people who are intelligent, but like being in the center of attention are the ones who get bored the most easily. So, when you pull a stunt like the one leading to your solitary confinement, it isn't because you are out to make Agent Seth's life miserable at all. It is simply because you are a bored child not knowing what to do with yourself, so you do something destructive instead."
Though 1337 had managed to keep that grin on his face, his jaw had dropped at the assessment.
"Does that sound accurate to you, Grunt?"
For a moment, there was just silence, but then 1337 just began to laugh. It wasn't a small laugh, it was a hearty one that seemed to fill up the room. It was almost like the Elite had just told the best joke in the world and he was letting her know such.
"Do you find something funny about what I said, Grunt?" Once more, her tone was deadpan and in check.
"Naw, naw, naw!" he managed to get out. "If I didn't laugh at myself, I'd be dead by now!" Eventually, he ran his hand through his hair, as if thinking. Then, without much thought, he mentioned "Shrimpy seems to know more than she lets on!"
The nickname seemed to go ignored, though being referred as some small crustacean from the ocean was probably the worst sort of nickname she could have earned for herself. "I am surprised nobody managed to catch onto your initial promotion, Grunt."
1337 still looked amused, but his attention had been captured again. "Oh? Do tell, do tell!"
Upfront as usual, the girl simply began to tell him her perspective on the whole ordeal. "Very well. On file, the explanation for your initial promotion to Agent status was vague. Seth demoted you based off of his own ego I suspect. It leads me to wonder if he really deserves his current rank, due to his lack of control of his own emotions. Regardless, the way I see it, you more than likely were bored and decided to test your skills. Considering your department, it shouldn't have been hard to guess you'd attempt hacking into the system and changing one or two details about yourself on the personnel files. Easiest promotion anybody could get is it they promote themselves." She stopped speaking for long enough to grab another sip of her juice. "Am I in the ballpark?"
The shirtless grunt burst out laughing again. However, this time, Kunai was not going to get an answer, no sense of confirmation. The man just laughed and laughed and laughed, but who could blame him? This girl had just dissed Seth in a sense. Little scary Kunai had just INSULTED big scary Seth.
"You will never get any recognition in Seth's department. You will just continue to be bored and unchallenged. That is why, as of 0700 hours, you will be joining my department."
The man was still laughing, but he did manage to cough out a "Wait, what?!" It took a few moments, but due to his own interest in the potential response, he quieted down, listening intently.
"I will clarify right now that you will only be a part of my department on a part-time basis. The rest of the time, you will still be in Seth's department. However, I do need a tech-savvy Rocket in my department." As if she was able to read his mind, she mentioned "You might ask why I'd need a techie instead of somebody who dresses up and plays a role? Very simple. For authenticity sakes. If I send an agent to some sort of mission where they are going to be doing a long-term stakeout, it would be more believable that my agent was whoever they claimed to be if they had the papers and documentation to back them up. Maybe I am showing too much faith in your abilities, but I suspect you could hack into a system and make changes that make one of my agents more valid." She paused for a moment, then address another reason why she'd want a Grunt such as 1337 in her department. "I also want you in my department so I may exploit you."
It was a rather blunt confession. "Your less than conventional ways of dealing with reprimand actually make you an excellent candidate for my program. Put yourself in my position. You train a Rocket to be an excellent undercover agent. Yet, for some odd reason, they get caught. Nobody is perfect. It wouldn't do Team Rocket any good to have an Agent with no spine. In a torture situation, most people would crack. I try to recruit agents who do not react correctly to reprimand or physical abuse. You fit this category quite well. It is these individuals who can withstand torture and keep the secrets of the organization safe." It was all for the glory of Team Rocket, after all.
She stood up and walked up next to the computer hacker in the chair, turning away from him as she spoke. She crossed her arms behind her back. "You will find that I reward Rockets in my department based upon skill level, not based upon my personal preference to their personality type. If I based promotions merely based upon people I liked, then nobody in my department would ever make it past trainee."
1337 interjected with a simple "I take it you don't like anybody then."
In a flat tone, the Elite confessed "I tolerate people. That is all."
The man seemed to tuck this information away in his mind. "Alright... since I ain't got a choice, I guess I'll go along with this. So, zero one seven nine, you have to tell me what you thought about it." A rather large grin seemed to lighten up his features, but in a rather mischievous manner.
Kunai did not react. It was obviously what 1337 wanted. Cooly, she replied "I take it you read my files in your spare time?"
1337's reply? "Like you did with mine, Shrimpy! Just sucks about how many failed experiments came before you!" If only his wink could have been seen by the world. Oh well, nothing wrong with emphasizing the gesture with a slight tilt of the head. He then clarified what it was. "So, how'd ya like my junk? I mean, ya totally had to see it if you were the one who dressed me!" He seemed to be beaming. He was proud of his junk.
"It was male genitalia." Such a bland response, but that was all 1337 would get. Finally turning to face the Grunt, she then told him something he didn't know.
"Enjoy your last 5 minutes of not being in my department." Apparently 0700 hours was 5 minutes away.
And for those last remaining 5 minutes, the computer hacker slumped in his chair, laughing like the world was a joke.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 8:40 pm
Entry found_
She was cold. The world was dark. It made sense the world was cold and dark, since she had just been pelted with a nearly direct Blizzard attack from a Suicune (of all Pokemon). Anybody who looked good after such a direct assault was not human.
Given some time, she felt a slight hint of warmth surrounding her. It wasn't enough to comfort her. If anything, it was hardly noticeable. She was probably losing a lot of blood from her injuries. It would cancel out any attempts to warm her body.
It was an odd dreamless sleep that remained cold for an uncertain amount of time, but slowly that warmth grew. When the Elite's eyelids finally fluttered open, she was finally at a comfortable temperature. The surroundings were not the ones she had seen the last time her eyes had been opened. There was a definite lack of explosions now. She was currently in a very sterile looking environment, with white walls and medical posters decorating the wall. How a person's intestines looks was definitely the first thing she needed to see upon waking.
One of the next things she saw was her only Pokemon sitting on the ground, eyes pressed closed and arms crossed. It looked as if it was meditating, but it wasn't, the Pokemon's tail was twitching at the very tip in an agitated manner.
She glanced over her arms, which were covered in bandages, and one of her arms had a needle in it.
"...where is the bullet?" she asked in a stern, flat tone to the Pokemon nearby.
Without even opening its eyes, a small piece of metal was floated over to the girl's swollen hands, glowing a light blue before it released it in her hand. She clenched onto it before she managed to note someone passing her temporary bed. "Give me a status report." Manners, Kunai did not have at the moment.
"Oh, you're awake," was the first thing the grunt offered. It obviously was not a status report, just a simple fact. However, as the Elite's green eyes glared figurative daggers at him, he swallowed and proceeded to give the explanation as he best knew.
"The rescue team returned back to the facility at 16 hundred hours. Many were injured and rushed to the infirmary." He paused and looked at the Mewtwo, swallowing a bit of air down his throat. "Your Pokemon was the one to bring you to us. Once...it..." the Grunt was unaware of which gender to refer to the intimidating creature nearby, "...relinquished you, we had to give you a blood transfusion. You lost a lot of blood from your injuries. You also showed syptoms of frostbite, so active rewarming was also necessary." There was a pause before the grunt asked curiously "Permission to ask what was the source of your injuries?"
Kunai said in a short tone "Permission denied." The pink haired girl pressed her lips into a wide straight line as she seemed to think of what to ask next. "Status report on the rest of the crew."
The grunt knew this was coming. "Many were injured, but alive. There were some that were relatively uninjured."
There was something off about the way things had been phrased. "Any casualties?"
Trying to keep as professional a tone as he could manage, he replied "Yes. One."
The Elite had suspected as such. That meant paperwork on her end. "Name?"
"Aila Christelle de Valois."
Rather suddenly the masterball that had been on a nearby table had been floated over to the girl in the bed, causing the grunt to jump slightly. Her fingers wrapped about the ball before she recalled her Pokemon.
"I want a detailed status report upon what happened to Agent Aila."
The grunt sighed. He was going to be here a while...
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