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The bullet had sailed passed them and hit the Elite. Crap.... It probably would have been better if she were to jump in front of that shot. She cringed when she saw that Kunai didn't even grimace from the shot. By her pokemon's reaction, she knew that she was still thinking straight and when she gave the order, Cal nodded and watched as the other grunt sped off to the central gallery before her.

Hurry up Skye! That Growlithe could sure take a punch, but he was looking weak. Of all of Skye's moves, Thunderbolt was the most useful in the situation; Dig wouldn't be a good choice, the marble flooring didn't look like something he could easily burrow through. Sweet Kiss and Thunder Wave did no damage an would probably just prolong this battle. "Skye, Thunderbolt again." She balled up her fists, "Give it all you got!"

Skye was thrown back into a fiery mess. He rolled and managed to stand on all fours. His tail and ears twitched as he uttered a low growl. This battle was getting tiring, he began to pat as he watched his foe. He was still pretty close to the fire pokemon and when he heard Cal's command, he did not hesitate in sending another electric blast at the Growlithe.

"Good thing there is a whole museum full of things for you to take, then." Nyx chuckled as she looked quickly around the room. It didn't sound like there were any guards coming their way yet, and she and Mau could handle this girl easily if she broke free and tried to take the orb from them.

Beaker flexed her claws and swished her tail back and forth irritably. When would her trainer let her at this weakling? It was culling time, not chatting time.

Nadja smirked under her mask. Brazen little thing, and she'd met Seth somehow. Interesting. The lockpick clicked tumblers into place, one by one. This was delicate work, not suited for her Dusknoir's large hands. "You," the woman replied as the lock gave way, "are in no position to be naming terms, and I imagine he told you much the same thing."

Up by the stairs, the Growlithe found the last shock to his system too much to handle. It made one last fading snarl of defiance and slumped, jaws loosening and paws splaying across the bolt-blackened marble. It had done its best.

"Chop-" Flying types - his greatest nemesis! The Machop stumbled back, buffeted by the gust of wind that carried an extra type advantage, and dropped to one knee. "Maa.. chop!" Pushing itself to the limit, the fighting type lunged for Bobble. It wouldn't go down this easy. It wanted Revenge.

Usually criminals tried to run away from you, not past you. The guard lunged for Sam as she made a break for it, but missed, and grunted his ire. There was at least one left, though - he grabbed at Nikki with large hands, trying to get a wrist to twist behind her back in a hold. Willowy girl like that probably relied on her Pokemon to do all the work.

The Drifloon bobbled up and down in the air as the Machop launched its attack at him... and went right through. "Floon?" Bobble murmured with a blink as the attack did absolutely nothing. Being a ghost type was certainly advantageous! This guard apparently didn't know how to train his Pokemon. The balloon blew another gust at the Machop.

However, that guard made a lunge and Nikki found herself grabbed. Teeth gritted in anger and you could practically see the veins bulging from her forehead as she turned and aimed a knee at the man's groin. She was not as weak as she appeared!

There was almost a moment of disappointment as Sam managed to elude the guard as she fled to the second floor. Almost. A brawl might have been good to take the edge off. Nothing like adrenaline to see a goal through. However, the mission above all else.

She approached the door to the second floor slowly. With a nod, she sent Teru scouting through the door. No sense in surprising her allies- or alerting her enemies.

(( Edited because I'm a moron who can't keep numbers straight. ))

Nyx knew better than to ask Nadja how it was coming, but it was an urge she had to fight. The longer they were there, the more nervous she became. Why weren't there any more guards? Why weren't the cops there? Their missions never went this well.

"Stop your yammering, girl," Nyx frowned, she was distracting from her worry time. "Even if thats true, we don't need some twit with only a bulbasaur who can't even beat him." Nyx jabbed a finger in Mau's direction. "Seriously. One vaporeon? And now you're trash talking three of the bad guys?" Her hands went to her hips. "You're pathetic."

An invisible Newton started floating closer to the trapped girl.

Kunai waited until all of the grunts that had been on her team had fled to where she had directed. She stood there, gripping onto the railing of the stairs behind a large feline-esque Pokemon, and when her team had all but disbanded temporarily, the smallest member of the team merely had to think out Move before the large Pokemon moved aside.

She still had a bullet in her right shoulder, yet that wasn't her concern at the moment. She stepped forward, trying her best to not seem weak. All the guard could see of this girl were her green eyes. She was so small, and had all of her features obscured, save for her eyes. Yet at the moment, there was nothing more frightening for the guard than what seemed to be his personal Grim Reaper. She stood in front of him, maybe leaving an arm's length in distance between them.

"Normally this isn't my style," she began, voice disturbingly emotionless, despite having been shot. "I am not a fan of guns." She held out her hand which was gripping onto a Kunai knife, which she skillfully flicked about for show as the guard was forced to watch, gun still pressed to his temple. "I'd rather slice you up myself, but that takes too much time." The knife was flicked back to her palm and soon enough was swiftly put back into her pouch.

"No, I won't give you that much time. It is only fair, after all. You gave me a bullet wound. I should get to give you one." There was a thoughtful pause. "Too bad I actually know how to aim." She lifted her right arm, which was quite sore from the bullet wound, but she ignored the pain for now. With only her pointer finger and thumb sticking out to make a crude gun of her own, she pointed it at the man who was now desperately trying his hardest to squirm out of the psychic hold the Mewtwo had over him. The only things that were able to shift were his facial features. Terror loomed over all of his features, desperation to get out of the situation however he could.

"Bang."

The echo of a second gunshot sounded through the museum as the Mewtwo obeyed orders once again. Only two sets of eyes got to see the murder. Kunai's and the Mewtwo's. Nobody could pin it on them, since the guard had technically shot it himself, leaving only his own fingerprints all over the weapon.

Before the two left to meet with the rest of the group, the Elite stood herself up by the wall, using her fingers to brace herself into standing up for the next thing.

Remove the bullet from the wound.

Without hesitation, the green Mewtwo's eyes glowed once again, and with all of the gentleness of a Tauros, the bullet was ripped from the girl's body.

Inside of her mouth, her teeth grit down hard, but she didn't even seem to wince, yelp, or do anything that would have been seen as a sign of weakness. Her left hand lifted up and she opened it up, snatching up the offending bullet in the palm of her gloved hand.

When the pair exited that particular hallway, the Mewtwo had its trainer in its arms. Neither one said a word about the corpse they had left behind.

"Chop?" The Machop looked equally as surprised at its completely ineffective attack. It was supposed to be invincible! Ghost types weren't a problem! ..when it used Foresight first. The Pokemon's mouth made a little 'o' of realization just as a second Gust sent it head over feet to collide with the first step to the third floor.

The guard, however, was not quite as lucky. In the darkness, a knee caught him in a rather personal place. "Hni-!" he squeaked, voice going up several octaves, and dropped into the knock-kneed crouch of incapacitated males everywhere. It would be a few minutes before he could walk.

"Hey," Hayes hissed as he caught up to Nikki, his work in the surveillance room done. It was pretty obvious what his partner had done to the guard, and the blonde knew for a fact her knees hurt.

The collective male sympathy didn't stop him from delivering an elbow to the head that sent the other man sprawling, though.

Hayes gave Nikki a slight grin and headed for the second floor.

The exhibit rooms surrounding the central gallery were dimly lit and deserted, presenting a clear path toward the orb. If Sam had taken the stairs on the side of the museum Kunai's team had been covering, however, it would be witness to a less peaceful scene indeed - a guard levitating in the air, a gun pointed to his own head, and behind him, Kunai and her Mewtwo.

And then a gunshot.

Might she ask her name? "You just did," Nadja pointed out, before another gunshot came from the eastern stairwell. Kunai. Who knew what was going on there. Under her mask, the elite frowned slightly, and looked over the assembled Rockets - nearly all here.

Leonard's report got a brief "Mm" of acknowledgment. "Then move out. We're leaving." Nadja keyed in a brief message to all on her Rocket Dex, including the ground team: Rendezvous. All teams to roof. And a second, to her fellow elite: Status. Require aid?

Signaling Mau and Nyx, the redhead moved for the stairwell. They would exit the way they came.