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While 1337 interfaced with the mainframe, Hayes set up his own half of the operation. He shrugged carefully, working the backpack off his shoulders and gently lowering it to the floor. The unusual care he took made sense once he unzipped it and drew out the hard drive.

It was the size and shape of a thick, squat book, brushed silver and practically seamless until he turned it around to reveal a dark row of ports set into the back. The way he carried it suggested a weight and density owing not only to matter but the sheer compressed potential for information within.

As he retrieved a sleek black laptop and the proper cables, Hayes turned his head slightly to watch 1337 work out of the corner of his eye; he could match up USB ports by feel, and what his ersatz partner was doing was, let's face it, far more interesting. Beside him, the laptop hummed to life. Bright blue lights glowed as it came out of sleep mode, bringing up a screen displaying a command line window.

Hayes' real part in this had been completed much earlier, carefully written, compiled and debugged. Executed through the database's own systems, a withdrawal of all the Pokemon stored for the Kodo region would take several hours. What he'd provided was speed. All that was left was to execute it.

When 1337 gave notice, he plugged his own machine in and leaned over, pale light bouncing off his features as he began typing. White lines scrolled past on a black background, and kept scrolling as he straightened up.

"Fifteen minutes."

He twitched as the lights went out, his body freezing shortly after as he tried to focus enough to see at least what was around him. However due to the darkness, even his normally keen eyesight wasn't doing him much good. This was less than amusing to him. He waited however, calling out a Pokemon might attract more attention than he wanted, and thus he carefully gloved Azra's Pokeball.

Waiting was something he was good at, but he knew he might need to act on the fly soon, and that almost bothered him.

There was one disadvantage to having the set up which 1337 had.

His computer screen was how he saw when wearing this contraption. Had he been a p***y, he might have freaked out at the sudden lack of sight. Yet, he calmly traced with his fingers along the cable that had been attached to the pillar and tugged it gently out from the mainframe. Next, he reached to the back of his strange visor where some wires were peeking out. Pushing a button along the back, he managed to reboot his own system.

As he waited patiently for his vision to return (which would take about a minute), 1337 uttered what a lot of the others must have been thinking.

"We've got a snitch amongst us." Of course, he wouldn't be able to see the reaction yet, but in the meantime, he tended to his cord, tucking it back to where it belonged on his glove.

Hayes looked, for the briefest of moments, startled at the word of approval from his supervisor. It was generally agreed that an acceptable forecast for a cold day in Hell was Seth saying a nice word to anyone (except possibly TRP) and 'good' was practically effusive praise from him. Then he ducked his head, ostensibly to look at his screen, and allowed himself a private gri-

Everything died.

Maybe it was rather chilly in Dis.

The full system shutdown brought that tingle to the back of his neck again, and the thought, which had been overshadowed by his programmer's pleasure at a project well-executed, returned with a smug vengeance. Told you so. The blond closed his laptop and started disconnecting things the moment the power died and Seth swore, fitting them into his backpack with deft alacrity. It wasn't a complex setup; he was half-packed and rolling up cables with practiced movements by the time TRP gave the order to pull out. "On it."

Keira was helping to keep a lookout when the power went out. What the hell? Did they get caught? No..she didn't hear an alarm...but something about this wasn't right. Esther was on edge, staring off into the distance. SHe had a very uneasy feeling about this. Dammit they never even got to finish. But at least something was better then nothing.

When 1337 mentioned a snitch Keira frowned. Someone among them was a traitor? Impossible! Who would defy Team Rocket like that!? They should know the concequences. Well it wasn't up to her to decide to listen to what 1337 said and deal with a traitor. It was the executives decision. For now they just had to take what they could and get out of there.

She heard the footsteps as well, her heart started pounding in her chest, She didn't dare waste another second when Seth and TRP gave out their orders,
she had a pokeball in her hand so fast as she side stepped out of Seth's way, glancing to the others before she took off herself, following his lead.


She wanted to say that she was surprised when they were stopped, but she wasn't, she was angry, but not surprised.
grip tight on the pokeball in her grip, she eyed the situation darkly, where the cop was standing, what gun he had, who he was pointing it to, and if there were more around.
With that damn light it was hard to make out much, she stood frozen, but ready. not trying anything yet, the last thing she wanted was their leader in front to get shot.

Alice froze, moving only enough to catch the pokeball she was still playing with. She didn't look particularly alarmed by the sudden arrival of the PokeFeds, though she wasn't really one for facial expression. The only other movement she allowed herself was a glance at Seth, to see if the signal for crazy ninja attack had been given yet.

Then she felt a little sad that there was no such signal in the rule book, and she sighed.