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Sometime between ten and fifteen minutes after the briefing (he didn't want to be late, of course, this was way too important), Inigo stepped into the hangar with his team assembled, slingshot (with ammo), and feeling even more nervous than he did before. As bad as it was though, he knew it would only get worse - partly because of what was to come, and partly because he knew they'd be flying over large bodies of water.

Upon passing Star, he had to do a double-take just to make sure he hadn't passed a robot or something. No, no; it was just that strange Galactic -- ex-Galactic, he reminded himself. Still, the get-up was cool. "Nice gear," he commented before he stepped into the helicopter.

Faleen watched in silence, though with raised eyebrows as Star tried to talk his way out of going, blinking softly when the Boss made it very clear that they were to go.

It was wrapped up pretty quickly though, and everyone went their separate ways to finish getting ready.
She had stopped by to see her partner, since she knew he was in possession of some of his roommate's pokemon.

Having a Gangar floating next to her, four new pokeballs that didn't belong to her in one of her pouches,
One of the Pidgeot she was borrowing for the mission, two of the balls belonging to a Pignite and Feraligatr that belonged to Tyron. the last of a Jolteon that Izaya had also given her, saying it was a Jolteon belonging to Shadow, one of the Grunts that had gone missing as well

Holstered on her other hip, was her Gray Cerakote Sig P226, fully loaded with 9MM rounds, and the safety switched on.
Normally she would not bring her gun on missions, but this was not an ordinary mission, they had to pull all the stops on this one.

The blond strode into the hanger, without missing a step and striding over to the group of rockets with Star, who was back in the gear she recognized from when he had made the deal with them, as well as a few other pieces.
the blond Agent paused with the group, looking over the new gear that he was wearing with intrigue.

Bro' was eager to get on with this mission, He didn't know anyone here, and wasn't happy about leaving Izaya, but if it meant getting Jerome back, he would follow this blond chick to him!
with purple ears slicked back he slipped into the helicopter after Faleen.

Maybe once this mission was over he could shoot Mister Star. That sounded vaguely appealing, and it would after all be a shame to get out his gun and then not use it. Just between the eyes to shut him up, or to make him suffer a little first for being such an annoying self aggrandizing coward? Such difficult decisions. On the other hand perhaps his potential usefulness excused his continued existence....

Well he would have plenty of time to think about that later; for now there were people to be rescued and Galactics to be punished for their impudence.

Bro' squinted one eye as the tall skinny man he had never seen before yammered on and on and on, complaining.
Who the ******** was this guy? and why wasn't he SHUTTING UP!?
He snapped at the man, then ground his fist into his other open hand.

Faleen glanced at Bro' blinking at the Ghost's boldness.
"Alright, enough." She told it, never pleased with pokemon who act out.

"Star." She said, hoping to try and tone down the man's very vocal displeasure.
"Just stick with the team and you'll be fine, all the Rockets need to go through this, even more-so if you really want to be a credible executive. Don't think about it, and just do your job."

She tried to be blunt and to the point. starting to worry that his attitude toward this mission might be less help then just giving them a map... she hoped this wasn't going to be the case.
She looked to one of the windows as they started to set down, dreading the fact that they would have to switch to pokemon soon.

Arcadie liked talking. It was fun and relaxing and got everyone focused on something fun and interesting. What she didn't like was being talked at or otherwise talked around as though she weren't capable of participating in the conversation. She sat with her legs folded at the knees, one dangling foot shaking out a vague rhythm, and her arms crossed at her chest. Her expression was a rare one for her disposition: irritation. There was only so much whining she could tolerate.

"Had I a newspaper in my hand," she said, turning an incriminating glare on the offender, "you'd have a nicely whacked nose, Puppy Sir." At least they would arrive soon. Then he'd have no choice but to shut up, right? Oh but a girl could hope.

Frost was indeed not especially used to flying, and as he took the shiny new pokeball he had acquired from the labs only a few days before off his belt he thought about physics. Mmmh, well gravity or no they had a job to do, and so he released the pokeball's occupant and allowed himself to fall forwards out of the helicopter. For some moments he fell and quietly contemplated the scenery below him, hoping that he was not about to become terminally acquainted with it.

Fortunately his Pidgeot - Gilda, apparently - soon appeared underneath him and he landed on her back without too much of a thump. She squawked something at him that didn't sound complimentary but when he tugged on her feather she took the hint and soared back up so as to be on a level with the Pidgeot already circling the helicopter.

Sometime between take-off and landing - well, not landing, per se, but reaching their stopping point - Inigo had pushed the cane back at Alba to ensure he couldn't forget it. And, to further ensure this, he waited until his roommate had mounted his pokemon before he even considered pulling out his, mostly to make sure the older Rocket didn't try to pull a fast one and leave it behind in the helicopter.

Just like Star, Inigo pushed the button on his borrowed pokeball and released a Pidgeot into the sky. Unlike Star, his descent onto the bird was slow, cumbersome, and rather clumsy. He was used to climbing trees, not riding on pokemon. Well, he sort of was with Leilani, but a Meganium hardly compared to a freaking flying-type.

After much too long, the grunt finally managed to completely leave the helicopter and succeeded in nearly falling off almost immediately. Luckily for him, the Pidgeot was well-trained - and incredibly patient - so he was saved from a painful fall to the ground which he didn't even want to look at right now. That made him think of the airship... Would it be flying right now, after the damage from that explosion? Only time would tell at this point, they'd see for themselves soon enough. He was especially grateful this bird was so well trained because he didn't have a single clue how to do this, and because it already knew to follow the others. One less thing for him to worry about.

'What are you all worked up about? I said Sir, didn't I?' But the elite intervened, and Arcadie was left unable to explain herself. He probably only heard the 'puppy' part. That was a shame, seeing as he wasn't terribly cutesy at all. Ho hum.

The show was getting on the highway, though - or whatever that saying was - and there wasn't really time left for cleverness. Arcadie stared after Mr. Pointy's acrobatically plummeting form. "Seven out of ten," she shrugged. No no, no more cleverness. Business time. Time for business. And all of them caught without their snazzy business suits, how dreadful.

The medic pulled out the complimentary pokeball containing the borrowed Pidgeot. Birdy, would it respond to that? Well, that's how she would call it nonetheless. Feeling cheeky after the various graceful demonstrations before her, Arcadie also chose a leaping format, failing to notify the Pidgeot beforehand that she would be crashing onto its back with her arms haphazardly flung around its neck. The bird squawked and complained and struggled to right itself from the sudden impact, eventually settling into pace with the others.

"Well done, Birdy," she said, grinning in spite of her trembling hands. Next time she would climb on from a stable surface. "Look how alive I am. That's fantastic!"