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Mau grunted as he slammed into a table beside one of the washing stations. The drying beakers crashed around him, and he curled up to protect himself. Slightly shaking, he managed to pull himself up over the table, unaware of the incoming agent. He saw the charizard clutching Cal, and Skye kiss the raging beast. He growled slightly and stood up. When the charizard took off again, He knew he couldn't risk it getting out. He wasn't sure who or what it was heading for.

"Ran! Take Aki in front of the charizard! Aki! Use yawn on the charizard to stop it!" He called, staggering out of mess of glass and the broken table.

The Charizard was too weak to dodge the electric pokemon's attack. He was hit in midair before he was able to land his blow. He landed, skidding to a halt just before Nadaja. Literally at her mercy.

Cal held her sides, the pain more evident now, making her movement slow. She walked over to Nadaja, cautiously avoiding the Charizard. "Thank you so much!" She would have shaken her hand if it wasn't bloodied. She noticed that this woman was of a higher rank so she straightened up to the best of her abilities. "I don't know how this ever could've happened..."

The Charizard, even in defeat, gave a curt grunt to the elite, but when her turned his lavender gaze toward Cal and was met with a sad stare, his proud tail dropped to the floor where he laid. He gave a sad sigh that matched Cal's mood perfectly.

The Electivire's face split in a beastly grin of satisfaction when the hit connected, driving current into the lizard's hide as long as his knuckles made contact. As the Charizard fell, he was there, readying a blow to finish his opponent while he was down.

Instead, it disappeared in a flash of red light. Burya's head snapped up and beady red eyes fixed on Mau, a low growl of irritation beginning.

"Enough." The growl stopped.

As the Electivire went lumbering back to his trainer. Nadja produced a small something from an unseen pocket and held it out with a murmured "Good." Thick black fingers took it carefully from the woman; Burya passed the object to his mouth and stood there chewing for a moment. When he was done, Nadja returned him, then turned a cool gray gaze on Cal. Her mouth was thinned with displeasure; altogether, the elite's expression said very clearly 'Who the hell are you?'

The redhead's gaze flickered over the girl, taking note of her injuries, then snapped to Mau, noting his bloody brow and disheveled state. "Help her into the hall if you feel able," she instructed. "I'll take that." She indicated the Pokeball with a bloodied hand. Her words were short and to the point, but so was her temper. "Are you the only ones injured?"

Now that the Charizard was back in it's pokeball, she wasn' so tense, but when a sharp voice pierced her thoughts she knew she was in trouble.

Cal wanted to shrink back in her own skin. If only she hasn't come down here. She took a deep breath, answering both of their questions at the same time. "I'm Rocket Grunt Cal," she tried to be as polite to her superior as possible. "I came here to get Mau for training." She didn't see the trouble with dropping by. Plenty of grunts would come through on occasion. It was just her luck that something like this happened.

"I-I'm not hurt that bad Mau." She touched her side, "Just scratches." She looked at the lab and all of the mess that was left from the fire pokemon, "I think everyone got out fine, but there was a scientist who went to get help." She assumed that that fluffy haired scientist had gotten the elite that stood before her, but she didn't want to leave anything out.

Nadja had no such illusions. Love and patience paled before skill and experience, and feelings wouldn't stop a Flamethower. Nor did she have sympathy for someone doing 'what's always been all right before.' "Cal," the elite repeated, scrutinizing her while she committed name and face to memory. "She's seen to."

"I'll speak with you later. Both of you," she added as Mau handed off the Pokeball, which she minimized and clipped to her belt. Her gloves left a bloody smear across the sample number stamped on the upper half. The elite stripped them off and tucked them in her belt, leaving her with clean hands to speak into her Pokedex. "Medical, Volkov. We have two more."

When they got to the hall, a response team was preparing to move Nyx onto a stretcher. Her arms were still wrapped around one of Moloch's legs. The Arcanine's ears were flattened, his expression uncertain and confused. He was supposed to guard. He hadn't gotten any instructions about little fluffyheads clinging to his ankles.

When he heard the click of bootheels he straightened up, shuffling his paws. Salvation!

With a slight bow of her head, Cal made her way to the hallway holding on to Mau's hand with her bloodied one. Holding hands with Mau? This should have been the highlight of the day! But she showed no reaction to his cool touch. He body was numb and her mind was somewhere else. This day had been so hectic with all of the commotion that fire lizard had caused. And this was only the beginning. She could imagine how she would be chewed out by the elite when they got to her office. At least some time at the infirmary would let her think and clear her mind.

Her breathing quickened; more from the pressure of Nadja's harsh gaze upon her than her injuries. She watched as the scientist, that Mau called Nyx, was pried off the Arcanine and placed onto a stretcher. Normally, she would have been all over the Arcanine. Now she was in a daze; eyes blank and void of emotion. She followed close behind, eyes set low on the ground, making sure not to make unwanted eye contact with anyone. A sigh escaped her lips as they soon made it to the infirmary.

The medical team handled Nyx in a careful but efficient manner, bundling her onto the stretcher and the stretcher into the elevator. More approached Cal and Mau, asking questions, looking them over, and consulting amongst themselves. With the humans seen to, Nadja's concern turned to her Pokemon. She made a quiet 'tch' sound in the back of her throat. At that, the Arcanine's uncertain look dissipated and he puffed his chest out with pleasure, enjoying the brief neck rub that was his reward. He was bending his head to sniff at the bloody gloves tucked into Nadja's belt when she recalled him, freeing up a good deal of hallway space.

"Anyone else?" one of the medial techs asked her, and was answered with a brisk "There shouldn't be." Bystanders had begun to gather - owing to the environment, most of them were peering through goggles and wearing lab coats, and a few grunts had sneaked in to begin clean-up operations.

"Enough." Nadja turned to address the onlookers. The whole mess had left her in a sharp mood. "If you're not making yourself useful, do so." As the three casualties were moved into the elevator and departed, the elite stalked down the hallway, radioing the manager of the trashed lab to come survey damages. This left Cal, Mau and Nyx to be cared for in the infirmary in relative peace and quiet. But as their treatments in the infirmary were coming to a close and their conditions were stabilized, their Pokedexes crackled to life with a clipped female voice.

"If you're able to walk, report to my office."

Nadja didn't sound any less irritated for a few hours' wait.