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 Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 12:15 pm
Nyx watched the head scientist leave, then turned her attention to the elite.
"Nyx, ma'am. And Newton." She pointed to the balloon pokemon still caught in the baby charmander's death grip.
"Floon..." Newton shook the grasped string. This was becoming a problem.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 2:30 pm
"I'm Panther." he said not bothering to introduce the charmander. He doubted the elite cared about a pokemon's name. But he'd rather not be called Newton. The only reason he didn't leave then was because he thought it would be rude to the elite, one he hadn't seen before.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 4:03 pm
"H'm," Nadja acknowledged them in a neutral tone of voice with a slight tilt of her head. Then she was gone, heeled boots tap-tapping down the corridor.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 4:15 pm
Turning to Nyx he sighed a little. "Well our mission is done." he reached up and pulled the Charmander's hand off the balloon type's string, and grabs the limb. He handed it to Nyx. "And I'm on break now. I'll you around." he turned and left, going for the elevator.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 4:18 pm
"Alright. See you later, Panther." Nyx took hold of Newton and wandered off someplace deeper in the labs. She was disappointed that it looked like they weren't going to be let in on what legendary was in that case... Oh well. Eventually she'd know. For now, she had work to do.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 4:48 pm
A week passed, mostly harmlessly.
Then, quite out of the blue, both grunts received an e-mail. It was only one line: 'Report to the cloning labs at noon. -- Nadja.'
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 4:58 pm
"Ding!"
'1 E-mail from Nadja, Elite' The notice popped up in the corner of Nyx's computer screen. A white squirtle had been sleeping in the desk chair and had been startled awake by the alert.
She glared at the noise-box and jumped off the chair to climb onto her owner's bed and tap on her face.
Nyx sputtered and flinched as a squirtle-paw came down repeatedly over her mouth and eyes.
"Ah! Beaker, what are you doing?" She grabbed the little turtle by either side of its shell and lifted it. Beaker pointed at the computer.
Nyx slid out of bed, turtle under arm, and read the e-mail. She looked at the time on the computer. Heading out now would be a good idea.
She left the room and marched for the labs, albino squirtle still tucked under her arm.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:16 pm
The past few days hadn't been fun. At least he had the small luxaery of sleeping in, janitory duity was best done in the middle of the night.
But today, he recived an e-mail. He read it over, wondering why he was being called to the cloning labs. The only reason he could think of was one of the pokemon he had ordered recently, but the tone was wrong.
He got ready , snapping 5 pokeballs to his belt. Before he left, he glanced at the flame sleeping by his bed and shook his head. She would be fine till he got back.
A few minutes later he was there, early.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:38 pm
Nadja was waiting for them.
The elite was leaned against a lab bench, long-gloved arms folded under her chest and her legs stretched out in front of her. There was no subtle tilt to her chin or arch of her brows; she leveled a stony gray gaze on the grunt and looked back to the door, saying nothing.
When Nyx arrived, the redhead stood up. "Both of you. Come. And put that away." She shot a glance at Beaker. Her tone was a low murmur, brisk and clipped. Nadja began walking further into the lab without looking back.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:11 pm
Nyx looked surprised, but put beaker away in her ball. Oh yeah, Nadja was the elite she kept catching glimpses of for the past week or so.
She followed, wondering if maybe something was wrong... Were they in trouble?
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:16 pm
He recognized her... was she Nadja? Who ever she was, she was definitely an elite. From her reaction to the squirtle, he was glad he had not brought down Nika, who still wouldn't get in her ball, despite his attempts.
Were they in trouble? He didn't know... he recalled her being in the car when he got kicked of the beach trip a while ago. He followed her without a word.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 4:25 pm
Nadja paused briefly to swipe her keycard through a door marked 'AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY' in stern red letters. The room beyond it was dimly lit and the hum of machinery filled the air. On either side, forming a corridor of indeterminate length, were heavy-walled tanks full of an unknown fluid. Some contained Pokemon, suspended and dormant - others, just wires.
The elite stopped in front of a tank sizable enough for a Wailord and faced the grunts, lips pressed thin. One brow arched dangerously.
"Explain this." She pointed a slim finger over her shoulder at the creature floating inside.
It was a Pidgey.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 4:31 pm
Nyx looked stunned for a good while. Her head turned slowly to the side. Maybe this would make sense at a different angle.
"... I think Will gave us the wrong DNA." She stared at the bird, mouth agape.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 4:46 pm
Panther looked at the pidgey for a long moment, frowning. He had never been in the labs, but he wondered why they needed so much space for a pidgey in a tank.
Then Nyx spoke, and he turned to look at her, frowning. Finally he looked at Nadja. "It looks like a pidgey to me." He gave a shrug. He didn't have any idea what was supposed to be in the DNA they brought form the outpost, and a million different things could have happen. If this was the DNA, he had done his mission perfectly. Clearly it was good enough to clone.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 5:10 pm
Nadja gave Panther what could only be described as a Look.
"Well done." You could chill drinks with her voice. The fiery-haired woman's gaze slid to Nyx.
"Unless this bird breathes fire and burps lightning I would say he did. Who is Will and why is he incapable of checking sample numbers?" Moreover, her expression suggested, why are you. Her tone was tight, but she sounded willing to hear the two out.
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