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Clay walked down a lone corridor, towards the back end of the building. This group had requested the use of the warehouse space as living quarters, and with good reason. He walked at a fast pace, but without looking like he was in a hurry. He'd heard rumors of people who hadn't been prepared for what came out of their door and been sent to the medical area. He wasn't about to make himself another casualty.



Some of them were busy working on some sort of machinery inside their 'hangout', with Karly herself playing welder, Brick for drilling and general moving of pieces around, and Spoonman giving instructions when not helping manipulate the metal to the exact shape Flashpunch wanted it in. They were in a cordoned off area that kept the loud noises they were making from the rest of the room, which looked almost like an open aired loft, with everyone having their own 'area' to call their own and spruce up. The center and part of the wall space was dedicated to their communal 'workshops', which included several computers and high-tech devices, as well as some heavy machinery. They were known for their highly destructive traps and elaborate distractions, as well as offering up gadgets to the Rocket mooks to try.

The houndoom girl was their 'leader' in the general sense; she had been one of the first, and was one of the cruelest amongst them. Even Flashpunch, the Flaffy morph, backed down from challenging Karly about anything. Then again, with Knives, the Skarmory morp, following Karly about, it wasn't a surprise that everything ran fairly 'smooth' in whatever operation they happened to be on.

A rather plain looking cat-girl with purple hair sat at the computer terminal in the center of the room, tapping away at keys while listening to Flashpunch explain the configuration needed to make the electrical system effective for the machine being worked on, which the Delcatty morph was writing the program for.

Flashpunch paused and glared at the blond surfer wannabe layed out on a nearby couch. "Spoon! I thought you were in -there-" she pointed for reference, "not out here lounging around!"

Spoonman looked up and smirked. "Since when have I needed to do a hands on?" He pulled an arm from behind his head and wiggled his fingers at the Flaffy morph. "They're doing fairly well without my help, and I can give any help they -do- need from here, where it's comfortable."

The cat-girl looked up from the computer and pointed at the door. "Someone's about to ring the bell. It's not a bottom rung either, so someone had better answer it. I'll page Karly-san." She tapped the keys a few more times, clicked with the mouse, and wrapped it up with an enter before leaning back in the chair, tail swishing against the wood laminant flooring.


Clay pushed back some stray hair behind an ear and glanced at the warning sign which hung above a rather plain looking button. Huh...easy enough to understand. He pushed the button and nearly jumped out of his skin at the person standing in the sliding doorway. Sharp, near-purple eyes stared right at him and felt like they were measuring what they saw. This man nearly screamed money and taste, and probably would have fooled most until they saw the blade-wings that peaked over his slim shoulders. So...one of -Them-.

"You have business with us?" The man raised an eyebrow, looking both relaxed and coiled for movement with one hand touching the door frame and the other loosely hanging by his side.

Clay had to tell himself to stop staring and give the message, since that -was- the reason he'd been sent here after all. "Meeting. Burnt Umber complex, room Epsilon." He glanced at his own watch and made a face. "Fairly soon, so I'd get a move on, if I were ya'll." He nodded to the man and then trotted back the way he'd come. If they went to the meeting or not wasn't his problem anymore...



Karly walked out of the room she'd been working in, clanks and other noise following until she shut the door, thought everyone could still see Rhydon morph hard at work through the clear walls. "I've been paged for what?" she queried, sounding grumpy.

"Meeting, Lady Pyre. Who will you be taking?" Knives, the Skarmory morph, spoke while walking back to the center from the doorway. He already knew procedure, which was that three at most went to a meeting, as they usually had projects that needed to be continuously worked on.

"You and Frostsong. The other three can work on the project while we're there. Soon?" She wiped her hands with a rag and reached out to grab her cloak off it's chair, whipping it up and around to settle on her shoulders so she could pin it in place.

"Yes. Shall we be going then?" Knives opened the door and bowed, allowing the two females out before him.

Karly flicked the hood up with expert ease and started into a slow run, claws of her pawed feet clicking against the floor of the corridor and echoing down it. Frostsong, the Delcatty morph, adjusted the bag she'd slung on and kept pace, with Knives following behind.

The base felt a little empty; they were quickly at the appointed room and Knives opened the door...to a mad house.

[And...that's all I feel like writing at the moment. ;p Your turn, hun.]

Karly had grimaced within the hood, flipping it back and readying a glare for anyone stupid enough to stare. She'd been listening to the list, already knowing most of what he was tallying off already, when explosions occured. She glanced at Knives and nodded, as he was already speaking into the tiny microphone pager that looked like a letter R shaped pin in his tie. "Frostsong, get a move on toward the others. We shouldn't be long." A twisted smile worked over her lips, showing her fangs very prominetly. She wasn't sure about Psycho's subordinate, but -that- man and herself would probably have been sufficient...then she would have sent Knives with Frostsong to make sure that none of the works were touched. After all, they had been working on mass Pokemon capture devices, ones meant to get around the ID imprint of the various Pokeball types so they could be "downloaded" without actual confrontation.

She already started toward the set of doors that Allison had come in from, at a trot, lashing tail now visible as the cloak lifted up in the wind created by her movement. Knives followed like a silver shadow, silent on his feet like always.

Frostsong sighed and shoved the pad she'd been sketching on back into her handy disaster-proof bag, quickly rising to her feet and fishing a mini headset out of another pocket, putting it on as she raced for the door, hoping to get out before the rest of the nutcases did, or if failing that, get in front so she could start reporting the situation. Tapping the set once, she snapped out, "Code Blue, Code Blue, Defend and Destroy, no movement, rendevous there. Understood?" Nobody else could understand the reply, as short as it was, except the Delcatty morph, who proceeded to snap out new orders. "We need some sort of visual confirmation on location of intrusion; ETA to the R&D areas near us; number of members that we can snag along the way for any information." There was a reason she was constantly at the computer...her mindset allowed her to see all possibilities and choose some of the best solutions to problems, especially those in the real world.

[<.<; Don't feel like elaborating more...]