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 Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 6:04 pm
Seth grunted slightly and folded his arms as he came to stand next to Faleen. He had thought as much, but it hadn't hurt to try to trace the signal. He nodded thoughtfully as she then told him the recent plan, approving. "Good, hopefully something will turn up soon."
He then glanced down at the agent. "If you have nothing better to do, then see that a chopper is prepared. Once was know the location of the explosion, I will be taking a scouting team there immediately. I want you and Agent Frost there as well. Even if they're already gone, we might be able to find some sort of lead."
They had to find something. Coming back to the Boss empty handed was clearly unacceptable and he had no intention to disappoint.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 6:24 pm
Fa-leen?
All the commotion had roused the little butter yellow bundle nestled in a coil of spare cables. Alphard unwound his streamers as he rose up, rubbing a sleepy eye with one tiny fist, and spotted around for the second-most-familiar head of blonde hair. Since Hayes' disappearance he'd been sticking close to the female agent, but her work often involved a lot of difficult dangerous things he would watch from a distance, eventually dozing off.
The star-shaped legendary blipped out and reappeared just over the female agent's shoulder. Little white hands rested on her jacket. Busy?
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 6:39 pm
When he stepped up by her she shifted her hazel eyes to watch the other two work, hoping that this was going to work out they way they needed it too.
Seth spoke again, she felt him move and look at her, so she turned, and gave her attention back up to the Elite when he voiced his approval for the new approach. She was glad it was accepted.
"I can do that Sir," she answered. "Everything will be prepared." She reassured the Elite, her eyebrows arching slightly.
She took a moment to step over to the other two Grunts, reaching out to put a hand on one's shoulder as she bent over and spoke to them.
"I'm leaving this with your two, when the hackers get here please fill them in and let them know what their job is. I'll be prepping one of the choppers, please keep in contact with me."
Once she got confirming motions from them she smiled and pushed herself up, Glancing around for Frost as she made her way out of the jet and toward the section of the hanger where the choppers were set.
As she drew closer, she heard a little voice in her head, and before too long a little hand on her shoulder.
Faleen paused, glancing over at the small flying legendary that she had been looking over for the last week or so.
"Yes Alphard, everyone's very busy." She replied gently. "We're trying to find Hayes and the others."
she reached a hand up, cupping her hand as she gestured the Jirachi up, then stepped up into the chopper.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 6:46 pm
It was on the way back to his temporary desk from filing away some routine folders that it dawned on Alba: police reports. A desk he had been passing had news websites filling the screen, and the idea stopped Alba in his single-crutch tracks.
He'd been a police officer once. He knew the jargon. He could catch the keywords that others might miss.
Alba hobbled back to his desk and lowered back into the wheelchair. In no time at all, the screen at his workspace was crowded with every blotter and reporting site he could find. A growing list of regions, locations, and notes covered a notepad he had found for using as well.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 6:51 pm
Hayes? Alphard's face lit up like a small sun; he went a good three feet up in the air as if he'd been tossed and blipped out at the top of his arc and reappeared in the cockpit. She was getting in a chopper; she was going somewhere! Fa-leen! Hayes? It was clear from the Jirachi's excitement he thought they were going to the place his trainer was. Alphard dropped into the passenger seat and looked at the agent, holding the tips of his feet. Hayes!
The Jirachi shaped his mouth into an 'o'; he'd remembered something. A little frown of concentration crossed his face, and then the seatbelt snaked out and buckled itself. Given his small size, it missed him and secured his streamers to the seat.
Alphard nodded at Faleen. He was ready.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 7:38 pm
As Faleen started readying one of the choppers, Seth started to assist by grabbing equipment they might need on the scouting mission. They had time until someone found the location. Retrieving a couple cases, he moved towards the helicopter that Faleen had suggested and tossed them inside. However, something caught his attention and he frowned.
Blue gaze was leveled on the Jirachi sitting in one of the seats. Ugh. He hated those things. "What is -that- doing here?" he asked.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 8:04 pm
"Don't get yourself too excited Alphard" Faleen warned him, being realistic. watching what she was doing as she made sure that the checks for take off were all set, as well as the fuel level.
"We still don't know where they are, we're just hoping to follow the first lead we've gotten since they were taken."
It was just like a child, it was as Izaya had described it one time during one of their discussions.
While a lot of pokemon behaved in ways that could be very inelegant, having the thing speak into your head kinda put it at a different level then other pokemon.
It creeped her out in all honesty, when she would suddenly catch herself absently thinking of the Jirachi as an orphaned child.
As she waited for one of the engines checks to respond before she activated them she glanced over to the excited, and now determined little Jirachi.
Faleen blinked a couple of times at him, her eyebrows arching lightly as she just watched, before a small smile spread feathered the corners of her lips.
"I'm going to have a much more important job for you to do when its time for us to leave actually." she started, flipping the switch then looking back at Alphard.
"Later today, while we're gone, I'm going to be recording the new Transformon episode," She spoke this in her usual tone, as if this were a task she was discussing with one of the other Agents in robotics.
"While we're gone, I need you to watch it, and make sure that the whole episode records for when Hayes gets back, okay?"
Around this time she heard someone coming into the chopper, she glanced around to see Seth, though he had already spotted the Jirachi.
"Sir, this is Hayes' Jirachi, its been in my care since He went missing..." She explained, though wasn't too surprised that he would probably want it out of the seat.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 8:20 pm
Alphard stopped humming and kicking his heels long enough to listen to Faleen. They didn't know where Hayes was. Hayes was still lost. They were going to look for Hayes. I'll help, he nodded. He could help; he was good at finding things. He always found Hayes no matter where he was on base, or Hayes' glasses if they'd been knocked off the dresser.
The little legendary resumed humming while he watched Faleen flip apparently arbitrary switches on the control panel. He did not flip any of the switches, because Hayes had taught him that, and his attention was diverted as soon as the agent mentioned a very important job for him.
Alphard tilted his head, taking in her words. Transformon was important; Hayes and Faleen watched it all the time. But what she wanted to do meant not looking for Hayes. Looking for Hayes was important. Alphard wasn't sure Transformon was more important.
Mmm.. The Jirachi put a hand to its mouth and mulled over this logic.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 8:28 pm
"Remove it. You should know better than to have it here." He said with a bit of disgust. He'd had plenty of experience with Jirachis, mostly TRP's. They were like small children, and small children did not belong in a place with expensive, potentially dangerous machinery. Especially if it wasn't her Jirachi. A Pokemon wandering around without its trainer was a liability. It should be kept in a Pokeball until Hayes returned.
Seth huffed and then hopped out of the helicopter again to retrieve more supplies. Cute Pokemon were something he just was not fond of. They were nothing but troublemakers.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 3:07 am
There was not, Frost decided, a single thing he found appealing about Elite Agent Seth; his attitude made even his pretty blue eyes rather less pretty. Still, the man was not paid to display good manners he supposed. "Naturally," Frost replied placidly, "having picked up the signal I would not contemplate staying behind and no more would Faleen I imagine. I shall be ready to depart as soon as we have news." With this said he turned to head after Faleen, still pawing over the map of Kodo. Mmmh, did they even know that Kodo was where the Galactics were? They did not. If they didn't get any leads was there much point scattering their forces to the winds? He wasn't sure. He didn't like the idea of doing nothing though.
As Seth's campaign against small cute pokemon went on Frost perched on the edge of the co-pilot's seat and finished marking up the map of Kodo. With this done, and currently little else to do, he moved onto a map of Johto; now that he had his hand in it wouldn't take long to do it for all the regions. Of course, just having done it didn't mean very much in the end; if they had no leads they certainly didn't have the manpower to search all of this ground in time to catch signs of whatever had befallen Galactic. If they did pick up a lead however he could pass the maps straight over to Mr. Elite and let him bludgeon people over the head with the section he wanted them to be responsible for or whatever it was the temperamental man felt the need to do.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 5:49 pm
Nope... Nope... Still nope... Okay, seriously. How many Purrloin and Skitty could get stuck in trees in a single day? Alba groaned and wilted in his seat. He wasn't getting anywhere at all with his search. It probably didn't help that he was still too old fashioned to know the ins and outs of computers like most everyone else around him. Either way, it boiled down to his bright idea not working.
"Sir, I just heard. Some campers have been reporting smoke sightings in Hoenn." Alba didn't pay much mind to the Grunt chattering away to an Agent behind him.
"Probably a bunch of hippies getting high in the woods. Stop bringing me gossip and find something useful!"
The Grunt left in a flustered mess. Alba, on the other hand, had perked up considerably, and was typing away on his computer. In the woods, it was usually more difficult to see off in the distance if you were on the ground. Multiple people seeing smoke had to mean- Aha! "Sir!" Alba flagged down the Agent. He proceeded to explain his thinking... or tried to. As with the other Grunt, the Agent waved it off as happenstance and left. What could an older Rocket who was still a Grunt, and in a wheelchair no less, know about tracking and finding people?
Frustrated but knowing he was on to something, Alba printed the reports he had found, took a single crutch under his right arm, grabbed up the documents from the printer as he left, and seven minutes later was hobbling away from the elevator and into the garage. From what he'd been hearing, a team was already preparing there to leave the moment a location was found.
Getting to the garage and getting into the garage turned out to be two completely different ordeals. "For the love of Arceus! Shut! Up!" The people who had been trying to usher him away upon entering, either back to work or back to bed, did just that. It was pretty obvious they didn't approve of Alba being there and "wasting their time." Alba was sore. He was tired, and his leg was reminding him every second of how much he had just overused it to get down to this floor. To put it bluntly, he didn't give a Raticate's tail if these people didn't like it right now.
"Multiple reports of smoke sightings in the region of Hoenn's coast." A page was slapped down onto a table Alba had managed to lean against. "Majority of reports are from a large wooded area." A second page went down. "With tall trees." A third, "And low ground," and there went the last of the pages. His hand stayed down on the last page that had been put down. "Tell me, gentlemen: how, in the name of every Legendary that walks this earth, can people see the same smoke from locations that are miles apart, unless it was some. thing. more. than. a. camp. fire?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 6:08 pm
Frustrated with the lack of progress Frost stepped back out of the helicopter in search of news, or at least a little personal space. The murmur of voices attracted his attention eventually, and he drifted over to a conversation involving a man he knew as grunt Alba.
Hoenn.
The east cost.
Frost took in and let out a deep breath before attempting to don an air of entitlement. "Grunt Alba! You are in charge of refining our destination beyond the east coast of Hoenn! Take the reports from the hackers and comms department, take control of whatever expertise you need... orders of elite agent Seth." Why the eff not? Seth could demote him, but if this could bring him closer to finding Xander he cared not at all.
Leaping back into the helicopter Frost laid a hand on Faleen's shoulder. "Time to lift off. Heavy smoke on the east coast of Hoenn," he reported, "I have instructed competent operatives to supply further detail as we go. Hold tight everyone, if you wish to remain aboard that is." Clearing his throat Frost then called; "All able operatives get aboard! We are heading after our best lead on the Galactics!" And then the helicopter was in the air and heading away from the base.
((OOC: There's plenty of time for all present rockets to get into the helicopter before lift off.
Also, edited for my derp, Faleen was already in the chair Frost sat in which would be... awkward.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 6:51 pm
Seth heaved the last of the things they might need onto the chopper before he heard Frost saying something was -his- orders. This caused the elite to raise a brow, but he said nothing and instead hopped into the front passenger's side seat. Moving aside the Jirachi if he needed to, and seating himself next to Faleen as she prepared for take off.
"Where is it?" he asked of the agent calmly while buckling the seat belt, just as other Rockets started to climb on. He turned and did a head count of everyone that piled in, before sending a message through his dex to the communications team.
"We've pin pointed the location, the scouting team is departing."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 7:32 pm
Kunai was able bodied. Unfortunately, she was quite able bodied. She stepped on board the helicopter and gave a quick look about to see who was in charge. Behind her a much taller figure followed along with a large familiar grin stretched upon his face.
The short elite did not spend much time on board. In fact, all she did was locate the one who was obviously in charge of this excursion.
Elite Agent Seth.
Rather than settle down in a seat, she walked up to the tall brunette. In a plain tone, she merely stated "...I will not be accompanying this scouting team. However, I will keep in contact via Agent 1337." There was a distinct pause, almost as if the girl was expecting Seth to disagree with her.
"He will be my eyes and ears for this excursion... if he gives you any difficulties, please feel free to do as you see fit, though I will request you avoid damaging his gear. I would like to keep in contact with your team."
Said trouble maker had managed to snag himself a seat and waved towards both of his superiors with that usual obnoxious grin on his face.
Kunai didn't even spare the computer-hacker Agent a look. "...I will take my leave."
With a firm nod, she exited, arms crossed behind her back.
With mocked glee, 1337 clapped his hands together. "Oh goodie goodie! GOING ON A FIELD TRIP!!!" He laughed, not seeming to mind about the obvious serious feel to the whole ordeal. After a moment or two, he seemed to wiggle his fingers in a small wave before sending a message to his superior that was remaining behind.
HI SHRIMPY-PIE!!! Testing and all that jazz!
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 7:43 pm
When Kunai came on board and addressed him, Seth tilted his head back just enough to look at her. When she informed him that 1337 was coming along, he then looked towards the most obnoxious hacker he'd ever had the misfortune of dealing with. He was silent a couple moments before he turned back around.
"That's fine," he said neutrally. No argument, no grousing, nothing. 1337's remarks about a field trip went ignored. This was a serious mission, and Seth had promised the Boss he would come back with something. If 1337 did anything stupid or anything that jeopardized this mission, he most certainly would do as he saw fit.
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