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"I'd like to speak with him." He set the pen back down and pushed away from his desk, then turned to leave the room. Whether or not Seth followed seemed up to the Elite.

{OOC: Since Seth and Lucere are leaving the office they're not secluded any more so this RP doesn't have to stay private. This isn't like.. an invitation for a big party or anything, but Lucere's out and about, so he's liable to pass people, even if he's not around to chat. Or something. That all made more sense in my head.}


Lucere stepped into the elevator and turned around. He watched Seth follow after him and waited until the Elite was in the elevator before pressing the button to descend. His Houndoom, still beside the desk, watched the pair disappear behind the sliding doors.

When they arrived at one of the lower floors he stepped out, heading down the halls and directly for the brig, ignoring the occasional gawking Rocket along the way.

Nyx happened to be on that fateful floor, returning some of the packs and their contents to storage. She'd had time to remove her fire proximity suit, making her look less like wrapped left overs, but not time to clean the little soot from her face and hair that had managed to slip in when she hadn't had the hood up. Normally, this would not have been a problem normally, but then someone Nyx admired, revered, and worshiped came down that same hall. The Boss.

Oh! But Nyx had never seen her beloved Boss in person before! It was too exciting, and embarrassing. Him, The Boss, and her, sooty, sweaty, and in standard agent pants and mid-drift top uniform. Not at all how she'd imagined the two of them meeting in her head. (Though she always imagined wine or tea or giant feathered fans and grapes.) Nyx stood at attention as Lucere walked down the hall, actually saluting for maybe the first time in her career in Team Rocket.

What was he doing down here? Was Lucere coming down in person to commend her for her brilliant science and idea that led to them recovering the egg? Nyx blushed furiously, caught up in her own daydream, but remained at attention... until he passed her by without even a second glance. Nyx's whole demeanor fell as he kept going, with Seth trailing behind, disappointed that her fantasies had not indeed come true... But curiosity still remained the scientist's most prominent feature, and she found herself trailing along behind Seth.

Lucere seemed indifferent to the fact his walk downstairs was attracting followers. He was either used to it or just didn't care.

When he arrived at the brig the Rockets on duty all scrambled to attention.

"Sir!" One shouted, eyes wide.

Lucere stopped near the man who had addressed him, glancing around the large room, "I'd like to visit our Galactic guest."

The man blinked and nodded, "Oh.. of course, sir. Atlas. He's right this way." Nodding again, he turned to lead the way to the back of the brig where a wall of thick bars separated the various cells from the open area. Atlas was visible reclining in one, looking bored.

"Has he been interrogated?" Lucere asked as he was led to the cell.

"Yes, sir. He was questioned when he came to us."

"Extensively?"

"Erm.. ..well.. extensively enough? He told us how he found us and how he breached the perimeter security.."

"I see." Lucere came to a stop at Atlas' cell where he frowned at the Galactic.

Atlas was dressed in black coveralls and looking malnourished. He smirked up at his visitor, "Well look who it is. Come to pay your respects?"

"How does Deimos know about us?"

Atlas blinked, an eyebrow arching. Suddenly he climbed to his feet, smiling, "Aahhhh haaaa so the boss's been at work, has he?"

"I asked you a question." Lucere's voice had yet to rise an octave. He remained calm and serious.

"Pfft.. how should I know? He's the boss. Probably has a bunch of satellites or something trained on you right now. Man's a genius. Wouldn't be surprised if he follows you everywhere you go."

"Mmm ..your disobedience is unfortunate." Lucere stepped back from the cell and unbuttoned his jacket. He shrugged it off, then draped it neatly over his arm and removed his tie. He handed both articles to the most convenient Rocket, who happened to be Nyx, and set about rolling up his sleeves. "I'll need an interrogation kit."

The guard's eyes widened further, "But.. but sir you can't-" His protest ended when Lucere cast him a sharp glare. Nodding dumbly, he stumbled away and returned with a small metal box, which he handed to the boss.

Lucere accepted the box and nodded at the door, which was promptly unlocked for him. Looking unconcerned, he stepped into the cell with Atlas, then glanced at Seth, "Hold him down."

This was like something out of a dream, except with more concrete and steel bars and less cozy fireplaces and scenic rivers. The Boss was taking off his jacket and tie. The Boss was removing articles of clothing. In front of Nyx. The past 'not here for praising her brilliance' was completely forgotten in lieu of this new event.

The fact that Lucere was about to do horrible things to the man in the cell was unimportant. The most important thing was that, once his tie and jacket were removed, he had handed them to her. They were, by far, the finest jacket and tie she had ever seen, let alone touched.

It was certainly a good thing that Nyx was a scientist and did not have a weak stomach, it was likely that was a skill she was going to need. She may have even been enjoying the thought about what Lucere was about to do to the Team Galactic member.

Seth didn't so much as cringe as the torture methods commenced. The screaming from Atlas having no effect as the elite's expression remained completely neutral. He simply held the Galactic down until the Boss was finished with him.

However, there was a flash of anger in his eyes and a growl when Atlas admitted there had been cameras and that some of the feed managed to get through the scrambler. Dammit to hell, that buffoon managed to get through his security system? This had added insult to injury for Seth now as well.

When told to release him, Seth did as such, and stood. Following the boss out of the cell, he paused for a moment, casting a glare back at Atlas. But once the boss started to leave, he made to catch up to him once again. "Sir, how shall we proceed?" He wanted to know what Lucere planned to do about this, and if he had any orders.

Nyx had to keep from beaming at Lucere when he retrieved his belongings, being very careful to keep most of the silly grin off of her face. Not only did she get to hold his things, but he may have even looked in her direction, or at her, when he took them back.

What was interesting, besides Lucere himself, was the information he had pried from the Galactic. It was an impressive feat, what the Galactic Boss had done; Team Rocket's security was nothing to scoff at... But it did leave questions about how exactly he managed to get further information about their doings.