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Officer Edward Anderson swept his flashlight from side to side as he paced his section of the museum. Despite his boredom, he forced himself to pay attention. The museum wouldn't have hired extra officers if they weren't worried about thieves. The fact that they had hired a middle-aged pokemon-less man like himself said they probably weren't too worried. That or they didn't want valuable artifacts demolished by exuberant pokemon or young hotshots. Either way, his job was to watch this section of the museum. His flashlight lit the area ahead of him, a steady metronome sweep.

Grunt Cetus kept her pace even, hoping to not lose too stamina in unfortunate moments where she might get herself into a chase. As she reached the intersection of a long, adjoining hallway, two flashlight beams sparkled both at her right and left sides. The Galactic grunt paused. This was the unfortunate moment she was hoping to avoid. From her left was the image of a young woman, the right, an older man. By just their uniforms alone, it was obvious they were of the officer variety.

Even though her insides jiggled with great trepidation, Cetus played off her discomfiture with a mocking tone. "Hey loves." she grinned with both palms patting her waist. "Busy Combees tonight, hmm?"

Reina's eyes widened a bit in surprise, she certainly had not expected to encounter someone. With her long trench coat and mocking tone she certainly seemed like a thief "What are you doing here, Civilians are not allowed on the premise after hours. Please escort yourself out our we will be forced to do it for you."

"Dang it," Ed muttered, taking off after the fleeing girl. "I'm too old for this stuff!"

The corridor became rather angry and cut the Galactic Grunt off to an abrupt end. She had passed the keep she hid herself and only had a few doors to spare.

"Ah," she breathed as wind caught itself in her throat. "Which one . . . ?"

Seeing the two officers near upon her, her sea green eyes turned to her left and took the last closed barrier embedded into the wall.

"What's behind door number three-?!" she yelled as she brought up her foot and kicked the door in. The lock gave way under the pummel and swung open with a harsh slap to the adjacent wall. She slid in, slammed the door shut, and fixed the lock the best she could (her kick had done in the mechanism more than she had realized).

"Crap." The room she chose to escape into was the men's bathroom, urinal and all. "How the heck will I get out of this?"

Reina growled in frustration, she was getting tired of this. She pushed the older gentleman aside, he didn't look like he was going to do anything to get the woman out of there so she would do it for him. She didn't bother with anymore words, words were wasted on criminals. She inspected the door, the lock was already damaged, so i wouldn't be hard at all to get it open. She took a few steps back then, summoning all her strength, brought her leg up and kicked the door soundly, breaking the lock further and causing the door to swing inward.

Any room, no matter how incredibly small or large, has an escape route. This path, however, was one of the dangerous sort. Cetus would've had it a bit easier if she fought her way passed the two officers and slid into into another adjoining room or ran for it. Who said she wasn't fond of challenges, though? During the imminent seconds that ticked on by, the Galactic Grunt picked up the aluminum garbage canister and swung is hastily at the double windows past the twin sinks. It shattered the fragile glass, creating an open route for her escape.

When the young female came dashing heroically in with hopes of an arrest, the once captive vigilante was climbed her way out. Childishly, she blew a raspberry to the duo and fired her wrist grappling hook to a erected flagpole a few feet away. Though lacking in the flag department, it served as a great beacon for the treble. It wrapped around the thin base twice and with a sharp descent, the grunt cascaded through the air and dropped down a story to the below floor. She caught footing onto the ledge of a window, peered inside, and saw she was much farther from the jewel's display than realized. With a heavy huff, she banged and broke the square of the window's paneling, turned the lock, and crouched inside. She was now walking in a cabinet of the museum full of evidence of the Cretaceous period. It appeared lacking of any source material; all those fossils that once existed there were brought to life by that avaricious Jirachi. Even so, there was probably something of worth there to take back with her and sell online or something.