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violet hurriedly put mine!!! and chikory back into their pokeballs, then raced to her room to plug her pda into her computer so she could print the picture out. she plopped down onto her amethyst bedspread and plugged her pda into her laptop. nothing happened. she flicked the screen in frustration. "oh man oh man, gotta find someone who can help me figger this out!" she poked her head into the hallway and looked around, but no one was around. "harumph!" she pouted and crossed her arms as she leaned against her doorframe. she then spotted the printout tacked to the hallway bulletin board.

she squealed as she tore the sheet from the board, pin flying. "yeeee, lucky day for me! now gotta get to seth!" she made her way through the building trying to find his office; she had found said room during an earlier game of hide-and-seek with flume and scramps (well, "hide-from-crazy-trainer-while-she-tries-to-get-you-to-play"), and was trying to jog her memory.

as she wandered through the hallways, she came across a rather pissed-off-looking kunai, and squeezed herself against the wall, looking down at the floor as her pink-haired superior passed. (as addlebrained as she was, she knew better than to draw attention from someone that angry.)

hoshiz! as kunai yelled into her face, violet reactively froze, wide-eyed. she couldn't remember the last time someone had yelled at her, especially at this close range. usually they just hid and avoided her, or told her to go somewhere else. "yuh...yes, kun-i mean, ma'am...i mean, yes, miss agent ma'am....i mean, uh...." her eyes darted back and forth between kunai's bold green eyes and the sharp pointy weapon in her hand. at the sight of this, violet stretched up as tall as her 5'3" frame would allow, keeping her back as straight as a board. though she was slightly taller than the elite agent, kunai scared the wits out of her. thank goodness she had the wall against her back to hold her up, otherwise her now shaky knees may buckle underneath her.

when kunai demanded her precious picture, violet's eyes started to tear. she looked to the picture of seth in her purple-gloved hands. "th-this paper? but...but...it's my special picture, 'n i wanted to get seth to sign it for me..." her voice wavered and faded out as she glanced at kunai's weapon. she gulped, then handed it over with on hand as she wiped away a tear with the other.

violet let out a small whimper as her paper got crumpled up in kunai's hand like dirty old newsprint or used-up wrapping paper. she kept her gaze on kunai's fist as she answered. "tacky? but...but dinnit you take the picture and send it to me? i think i saw your name on the email i got...well, uh, ya see, i got this email from i think it was you, and then i went back to my room to print it out but it wasn't working. so i wanted to find someone to help and then i saw this one printed out on the wall so i brought it with me." her eyes glistened with tears - a mixture of sadness for her lost picture and fear for what the elite agent would do to her with the sharp pointy object.

she glanced once more at the knife and muttered underneath her soft sobs, "and i'm not an idiot..."

Poor, poor Violet. Absolutely naive little creature she was (despite being taller than her superior at the moment). It almost came across that she didn't think before she spoke and she didn't value her good looks.

The moment she dared to mention the fact the email came from Kunai's email address, the Elite instantly lashed out with her weapon-bearing hand. The motion was quick, and Violet's eyes might not have seen exactly what happened. Yet, the sudden sting across her cheek was a pretty decent hint as to what happened. A small line of red soon enough seemed to bubble up from her cheek, marking exactly where Elite Agent Kunai had cut her face. To add to the insult, Kunai then stabbed her knife into the wall. The knife was literally jutting out through her hair, pinning the girl into place by the hair (though several strands were unable to handle the sharpness of her weapon and simply fell down, cut at the point where the knife had made contact).

"Grunt, you have only further proven your stupidity." For using such harsh words that were seething with hate, the pink-haired girl's tone was actually flat. "Obviously you know nothing of my conduct, which shows that you are absolutely ignorant. And an ignorant Grunt will always remain a Grunt in rank. There is no excuse for ignorance in this organization, Grunt."

She might have been shorter, but Kunai knew how to intimidate even the tallest of Agents. She leaned in, eyes glaring intensely into Violet's. There was no personal space bubble. Proximity was nearly everything. "Grunt, look me in the eyes!" There was a pause, only long enough to wait for her eyes to pull up to her own green ones.

"That 'picture' as you phrased it was nothing more than a shoddy photo manipulation. It was low quality at best. I would never send off something so pointless and stupid to the whole network. Now..." She pulled her knife away from the wall where she had stabbed it in, leaving a pretty decent hole where it had dug in.

"You will take me to where you found this picture." The Elite took one large step back. "Get a move on, Grunt!"

There was no warning as Kunai threw her knife towards the girl. One might have assumed that Kunai had missed, seeing as her knife was now sticking out a mere inch away from Violet's hair. However, her aim had been absolutely true.

In an almost growling tone, Kunai pointed out Violet's error. "If I wanted you to tell me where to go, I would have asked you to tell me. Let me repeat my directions, Grunt. 'You will take me to where you found this picture.' Those were my exact directions. Follow them to the letter or I will toss you in the brig myself."

Pause.

"Move it, NOW!!"

Again Nyx had to stop rather abruptly while following behind Nadja. Luckily her mind was able to switch quickly from taking a mental count of how many experiments she was involved in that would have to be restarted to commanding her feet to stop.

The mess of white fluff shifted to an angle as the head it was anchored on cocked slightly. The mind underneath was still going through a mental checklist of numbers and charts and chemical compounds. Nyx stood there for a brief moment, staring half at Nadja's face, half at nothingness itself, with her mouth slightly twitching and the faintest of sounds escaping as she finished her train of thought. Her finger made some sort of motion back and forth and then Nyx's attention snapped back to reality and something akin to turning a light on happened in her face.

"Ah yes! Ooh..." Nyx groaned slightly as a remnant of her previous thoughts caught up and then fled again, then continued on. "Mm, I noticed the fight you had with Elite Seth. The thought occurred to me that you could do with a laugh at his expense. Ma'am." She stated rather blatantly.

"Yes ma'am, I understand" Nyx nodded, and even though her actions could be viewed as undermining Seth's rank, it was nice to see the Elite laugh for once.

Rather suddenly Nyx glanced to the side and contorted her face in some sort of mental agony, "Not that too... That took a whole week of work!" Apparently that checklist wasn't finished running itself. There was a reason she was an agent scientist, and it wasn't just her combat paralysis and good looks.

She looked back to Nadja, a subdued rage in her dark little eyes. "That thing was forwarded to just about everyone in Headquarters, ma'am, by the look of the 'send to' bar. Who do you think is responsible?" It didn't need to be said that Nyx would love to get her hands on the joker; They'd inadvertently caused her to lose a lot of work. Maybe they could test that experimental brain thing on them?

Seth had gone back to work to deal with the security breach so that the network could get back online. His hands flying over the keys with great speed. However... he paused as the pink piece of paper landed on one of his screens... and he reached out to take it off and stared at it for a moment.

Teeth gritted and his hand clenched in a fist over the paper. A drawer was opened in the side of the desk and a flat head screwdriver was brandished, a hateful glimmer in his eyes as he glanced up towards the grate. He was going to get that vermin if it killed him. Some curses were muttered under his breath as he climbed the desk and stood on its top. Using the screwdriver to remove the grate, it was tossed to the floor.

"Where are you, you little pain in the a**?!" Seth shouted as he put his head in the vent to seek out the black fluffball.