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"Hey, big brother! Big brother! Can I borrow your labtop? Please? Please!"

A certain grunt's room door was thrown open in a haste as the teal haired girl rushed in. She was obviously panicking, but the one who panicked more was the teal haired man who fell backwards in a clatter with his labtop. He blushed profusely, but that was not due to the fact he was just down to his boxers and a t-shirt. Whatever the case, he was hiding something . . . and he did not want his sister to see.

"Damn it, Len!" he cursed. "Dun' jus' barge inta 'ere without knockin' first! Gosh!"

Len pulled at her braidtails and flailed. "Sorano, please let me borrow your labtop, please!"

Sorano arched his eyebrows and clicked the little red 'x' on all his open programs and documents.

"Here, take tha' damn thing!" he said firmly and shoved it to her. "What d'ya need it fer anehway?"

Len took a seat upon Sorano's bed and breathed heavily. Opening up a word document, she began to type out a series of listed objects. Quickly, her fingers raced at quick speeds to get whatever she had in mind done quickly into documentation.

"While I was filing some work for the science department . . . " she began. "The paper got wet with a cup of tea I was drinking. At first, the writing was legible but than the ink began to bleed. I managed to read everything and keep it to mind before it happened but . . . I needed to retype it up again. That's why I need your labtop."

"Uh . . . why couldn' ya jus' go ta one of tha computa labs?" he asked.

"And let one of the science members see what I did with their important documentation?!" she blanched. "Are you crazy?!"

Sorano sighed. "With a sista like ya, I am."

For a few still moments, Sorano's room was only filled with the clatter of gloved nails to keyboard buttons. Suddenly, a little beep beep sounded and Lennyka clicked the flashing envelope icon. At first, she blinked but screamed to what came next. Sorano jumped and flailed his hands.

"Oh Arceus, Len! It not be what it seems!" he yelled but watched at those screams morphed to bouts of laughter.

"Wut? What are ya . . . Kwe . . . Kwehehe . . . KwehehehehEHEHEHE! HAHAHA!"

The rest was purely history.

violet was out in her favorite field having a playdate with mine!!! and chikory to play restaurant (more her idea then theirs). she had just finished wrestling the annoyed pidgeot into an apron, and was trying to convince the meganium to stop chewing on his chef's hat. "aw, come on chikory, if you chew holes into it, scramps'll never want to wear it! ewwwwww, drool!"

as she was wresting it from his mouth, her pda beeped at her. "oooooh, guys, i got an email!" she pulled out the lilac device and scrolled through to her new messages. "it's gotta be important too, the bosses have never ever sent me anything!" as the picture loaded on her screen, it took her a moment to comprehend what she saw on the screen. as it sunk in, she squealed in delight. "eeeee!!!! he looks so cute! oooh, i wonder if he's still wearing it now? i just wanna fluff his buttribbon so badly!!!!! c'mon guys, let's go see if he's around!" she ran back towards the headquarters with pokemon in tow, momentarily forgetting her game.

Unless she was in a meeting or absolutely didn't want to be disturbed, Nadja's downstairs office had an open door policy. This was probably not so much to demonstrate that she was a friendly, approachable superior, but rather to keep better track of what was going on in the hall. If this hadn't been the case, the next few moments would have been quite different and certainly less.. magical.

The redhead was mulling over a cup of coffee and an experiment report when the tiny white-haired scientist burst into her office with something, apparently, of interest. Rather uncharacteristically of Nyx, it involved pink. Lots of it.

"Oh?" Nadja raised a brow and took the pokedex from Nyx, glancing down at Bunsen before she had a proper look at the screen, and had another sip.

That was a mistake.

The elite swallowed hard on her tea and set her mug down with force. "Hrk-" A hand went to her throat as she made a noise half laugh, half cough, all disbelief. Despite - or perhaps because of the careless manipulation - the image had a certain arresting quality, and didn't stop her train of thought so much as broadside it off the tracks and send it hurtling into the canyon before the Lone Ranger could save the day. Nadja studied it for a moment, wearing a very odd expression, then looked up at her underling.

"Where did you get this?"

"Huh..." Nyx looked curiously as the computers went black, but shrugged. Probably a power surge. "Elite Kunai sent it to... most people, in an e-mail, ma'am." Nyx grinned at her superior, the humor of the image and the situation not lost on her. "I felt you should see it."

Bunsen trotted over and jumped into Nadja's lap while Nyx was speaking and not paying attention to him. "Vrree..." He murmured while he made himself comfy and caused his trainer to turn slightly pale when she finally noticed him.

It did not take a genius to figure out who was going to be most upset about the Sailor Seth picture circulating about the facility. Kunai never thought of herself as a genius. At least, not with the technological stuff. Yet, the shortest of the Elite Agents was perhaps just a bit less aggravated than the main victim, Seth. In victimizing Seth, Kunai had also been victimized as well.

Unlike a majority of the Rockets who did not seem to have a backbone (in her highly biased opinion), the short pink haired girl rather promptly decided to face this situation head-on. With a scornful frown that could only rival Seth's in rage, she walked to Elite Agent Seth's office. She knocked three whole times, all firm and consistent in volume and beat. When in character, she might have done something cuter, but that was not her style when she was simply Kunai.

"Agent Seth, this is Agent Kunai. Open up immediately." Her tone was flat and professional, but there was a hint of seething anger under her breath.

The only thing that hinted someone had found the image flood in the emails was the sudden beeping sound that his Rocket Pokedex made before it blacked out. 1337 lifted up his Pokedex, looked at the visual display.

In all of his wisdom, the computer hacker had decided to disconnect his personal tech from the network. Seth was a rage machine. It wasn't hard to predict something like this would happen. He disconnected from the network so he could still see if there was any sort of emergency (or raging) reboot. Yet, he also realized it would seem a bit fishy if he was still able to see. So instead, he sat himself down in front of the bulletin board. Then he picked a direction and just looked in that direction.

Alright, now to just remember that I am supposedly visually impaired now.