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It was another mundane morning at HQ. Outwardly things at Team Rocket seemed business as usual, but this really wasn't the case. Most everyone had been striving to continue their duties while making independent efforts to aid in the search for their missing teammates. Searching for signals, digging for leads, even using the web, their efforts hadn't turned up anything significant. It was looking bleak.

This bleakness finally lifted when the first breakthrough in the hunt occurred, entirely unexpectedly, where Faleen and Frost had been hard at work dismantling the stolen Galactic jet's engines. At approximately 8:30 in the morning the jet's radio systems received an emergency signal and flared to life. So far the jet's radio systems had been completely quiet. No doubt Team Galactic stopped using its frequencies once the vehicle was taken.

For roughly a minute, the jet received a transmission. The nature of the signal would suggest something disastrous had happened at Galactic HQ, momentarily scrambling their systems and sending out transmissions on disabled frequencies. Most of the message was scrambled, garbled with static, the sound of alarms and shouting.

The small blips that came through were:

"-ssive explosion in the rob-

"-ort side! We have to relocate! The plume of smoke will be spotted b-"

"-eard it was Sager. Nobody's see-"

"-et the power back on! We have to mo-"

After the minute of barely discernible shouting, the radio fell silent.

Faleen's job was finished here, but she had no intention of just leaving, instead she had chosen to remain with Frost and lend a hand with whatever he needed.

The blond Agent was crouched down by where Frost was working, keeping an eye on what he was doing, mostly out of curiosity and the deep love and desire to know more about Galactic tech.

It took a couple of seconds though when she realized that there was a strange noise coming from the jet's radio.
She become fully aware of it around the time frost did. and was on her feet and hurrying over to it as Frost was quick to grab his notepad.

"Interesting indeed..." Faleen looked across the room to where her data pad was sitting. "Porygon, contact the communications team, tell them to get to the hanger."
There was a soft flickers of the pads screen as her Porygon got to work.

Faleen looked over to Frost, stepping back over to him to see what he had managed to get from it, her brow furrowed.

She was surprised at first when she realized she couldn't make heads of tales of what Frost's notebook had written on it, but quickly worked out that it was shorthand when he prompted to read it allowed to her. Nodding in agreement to the suggestion he made to finish some of the words.

"Sager." she repeated, trying to shuffle through her memory to see if that name rang a bell, but she couldn't recall anything.
In reply Faleen shook her head with a soft frown
"We'll have our systems and other Rockets run it through and see if anything comes up..."
She looked at Frost, her hazel eyes set, and serious though her heart was pounding in her chest.
"If it is Galactic, and I don't have doubt that it is, then either this is an SOS from one of their ships, or its from their base..."
She spoke absently, bouncing these conclusions off of Frost as if to help herself sort them out in her own mind, and get Frost's input if he felt she was wrong or mistaken about something.

The engineer glanced over to the radio. "If we're right and that explosion was something to do with robotics, or one of their robots, then its looking in favor for their base."
Her face flushed pink
" 'plume of smoke' ..." she added her eyes growing a little wider.
"We need to get severance, every TV our informants and infiltrators, Rockets on the field, everyone needs to be aware to look for any hint or news of a large source of smoke"
With that she was striding over to her tablet, snatching up a glove from next to it and working it onto her hand before she slid her fingers across the screen.

At the same time she grabbed up her Rocketdex and contacted the Elite's. Most prominently, Seth, who was back on base helping work with the Tech department.
"We have revived a radio broadcast from who we believe is the Galactics from their jet, A communications team has been called to look into the radio. We think this is important, please come to the hanger, Agent's Frost and Faleen are on sight."

"Agreed, if I were to bet I would bet on their base." Perhaps that was just wishful thinking though. He wanted, needed to find it and recover Xander. Oh, and the rest of them. "We have no time to waste," he went on, "we can assume they will be swift with repairs. Anyone with a swift flying type should be out looking for this, once we create a suitable search pattern of course." He did not have a fast flying type. Well, he would just have to rectify that; he was quite sure that his service warranted a pokemon from the lab when he required it...

"Social media," Frost murmured after a moment, "people do share the most mundane aspects of their lives over the internet these days. Chances are good that if somebody spots a large plume of smoke they will post about it somewhere. As well as our own aerial search teams we need people searching online."

It didn't take long for Seth to arrive. The tall man came through the doors of the robotics hangar as promised, now wearing his elite uniform once again. A little odd after having sported an executive one and then a business suit for the past couple of months.

Blue eyes immediately shot towards Faleen as he approached at a quick pace, his arms folded across his chest. "What's your report?" he demanded, glancing up at the jet before taking note of Frost as well. An agent he barely knew really.

Faleen stood up straight, taking a step forward to greet the Elite as he walked in and over and asked for a report.
She didn't answer though, Frost took the lead with this one and she stood by silently, as he read off the notes to Seth, and gave him the rundown on what they discussed.

"Some of the departments have been given the heads up, as well as some Rockets I knew could start right away on the search, but that's about it."
She finished.

She nodded to Frost, then looked back to Seth "Sir, your orders."

Frost gave a slight nod of acknowledgement. "Faleen has already summoned them, I shall inform them of the situation when they arrive...." Ah, and there they were. Nodding again to Faleen and Seth Frost walked quickly over to the small group and passed on the same message as he had to Seth, along with the elite's orders.

The boss's voice came over Seth's radio, "My office."