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Lore nodded in agreement with everything Hayes said. "Right enough, no need to go sprinting down corridors. We just take our time and deal with each obstacle as they come. I'd say a good first step is getting back in there." He jerked a thumb back at the door they'd entered so many hours ago.

When Xander presented notes detailing blind spots Lore arched an eyebrow, looking impressed, "Man, I don't even know why they send Elites and Execs on these things, you guys've totally got this. Right-o, so we follow these notes and snake our way back to the central room. F'you've got any ghosties let them join the party." He glanced at Espresso and Cappuccino, "And you two remember we're in sneak mode."

The two Whimsicotts nodded in unison and lined up behind Lore.

Everyone seemed ready enough to move out, so with a cheerful onward gesture, Lore helped lead the group out of the room. He looked to be having a fantastic time, feeling right in his element. Nobody really knew what he did at HQ, but it obviously wasn't as exciting as this.

The back halls and stairs didn't offer a tremendous amount in the way of security. It was the interior workings of the museum that threatened a minefield of unseen sensors and cameras. When they slipped from the drab employee area to the glistening museum proper the tension of the mission rose tangibly. Everyone would need to keep their eyes peeled and rely on available ghost types to draw attention to any unseen danger. The gallery hallway they exited into seemed cheerful enough during the day. At night it looked long and ominous.

Lore's eyes swept up and down the hall. The only security measure visible from their current location was a single camera near the end. They weren't in its field of vision. Just as Hayes and Xander had said, the security was focused on exhibits and provided adequate blindspots. Lore spoke to the group in a whisper, "Stay close to the wall and move slow. If anyone spots anything suspicious we all stop."

Ghosts? Oh, shiiii-oot. Alba had really been hoping to not need Trick so so early on. Before leaving the employee areas, he pulled out the respective pokeball and released the Shuppet. Trick twirled once in the air, then proceeded to glare at Alba, as if questioning how he could dare to contain her for so long. "Just bear with it, okay, Tricks?" he whispered in a hurry. Unlike with the rest of his party, food bribes didn't work so well on this Shuppet. Alba tried a different approach. "I'll give you a day loose in Ambergris if this goes well? And you get open buffet on any guards that find us?" Why, as the duo followed after everyone else, did the fact that Trick accepted the compromise--and with such a sinister grin--make Alba feel even less at ease with her?

Hayes, too, lifted his eyebrows and grinned as he took the notebook and looked it over. "Good thinking," he told the agent, skimming down the list. "This seems pretty complete; just watch for the trip sensors across the doorways." So saying, he handed it back and set off down the hall, toward the front of the group.

Deserted and dark, the museum's rooms - airy and spacious by day - seemed looming and cavernous. Stone monoliths from dead civilizations towered, lit in stark contrast by the spotlights. Hayes' sneakers, with their worn treads, provided a minimum of noise. Still, the smallest sounds seemed to echo - breaths, footsteps, the movements of clothing.

"We didn't go over things with a fine-tooth comb, so we might've missed something," Hayes muttered at a moment the group was gathered together. "Keep an eye out for anything in the walls - gaps, ports, plates." Years of tabletop gaming prompted him to add, "And watch the ceiling."

Tambrey didn't have any ghosts... And any pokemon she let out would likely not be very good at being stealthy. At least, not if she wanted them to be anyway.

She found herself with a rising paranoia that came to be somewhat helpful as it kept her focused on looking around for cameras and things.
The employee only part of the museum had been... well she couldn't really even say it had been that interesting yet.
Maybe if they'd been in a proper storage area; it was much more interesting to get back into the museum proper, even if everything had turned into the set from 'The Relic'.
Why'd she think of that? That was a bad move.
Ooh, but everything was still so interesting...
She tried not to get too distracted, refocusing on the mission; this meant a strange combination of excitement, paranoia, apprehension and fascination was wobbling around with each movement. It was fun and terrifying all at once.
She was trying to keep her expression serious though.

If the elite (still such an unfamiliar way to think of himself) hadn't seen how Jerome had scaled the walls and disappeared into the ceiling before, he might have raised protest, but he'd seen what Jerome could do. "Go for it," he murmured, squinting down the hall. They hadn't run into any patrolling guards yet, but luck wasn't the same as safety.

When Hayes gave him the okay, Jerome replied with a curt nod, glancing away to make sure he had enough clearing to double back the way he came and find a better stop to get himself up to the ceiling supports.

He had to be more careful this time, not to make a lot of noise, but he eventually climbed and jumped his way up the holds on the walls he could find to level himself on one of the beams.

Looking down from above, he made his way level with where the party was, glancing around to make sure everything was clear for them, as well as clear on his level.

Everything seemed okay, but when he noticed the black boxes, Bro hesitated, toothy grin turning down in a puzzled frown as he drifted closer to observe the doorway.

He didn't know what these were, but it certainly was odd, and he was supposed to report odd.
Drifting back toward the group, he reached a hand out and touched the person in the lead on the chest to stop them and get their attention.
"Gar, Gangar." He whispered under his breath, a glowing hand appearing from the air to point toward the doorway.

So far everything seemed to be going okay. Well, better than the last two missions he'd been on. No fighting, no crashes, and no bloody Galactics. As Bro attracted the attention of the Rocket in the lead and pointed to the door, Aulus frowned. "So how to we disable those things without raising the alarm? Can one of the ghosts just drift behind them and pull out the wires or something?" He wasn't stupid, he knew he wasn't, but he was feeling pretty ignorant right now; he knew just about zilch about infiltration like this, the last two missions had been nothing like it....

Which just went to show that he dealt well with crude violence and simple tactics rather than something more cerebral like knowing how to disable a sensor without it sensing you.