The mall is in its closing hours a majority of the crowds have died down, but still certain types linger in the stores and hallways little else to do before the final dings of the clock ushered the remaining shoppers out of the shopping complex. So far the lingerers prove to be a blessing as the agent being led happens to fit in fairly well, on the surface at the least. He was young, attractive and while many who wandered were aimless Rowan had a sharpness to him. Miles believes its this combination of things that makes him perfect for the mission. He was a man who got the gist quickly and was able to act.

“You’re clear in 3....2.... “ there’s silence on the comms for an extra second, “Now. Take the hallway to the right and enter the PokeShack employee entrance.” Miles gaze fluctuates through various cameras noticing oddities among the guards, in that many seemed to be gathering.

“the door will be unlocked when you get there. Something to note; We’re in luck it seems. a pokemon battle on the first floor has the security detail focused move quickly.”

They had about twenty minutes from this point to complete the job as the surveillance room guard was set to shift. If they weren’t out or leaving in that window the game was over.

That said, they’re making good time, good enough time that Miles feels comfortable fielding a question to the ground agent in the interim. “Rowan you have quite the impressive resume. I have to wonder why team rocket. You’re clearly wise enough to visualize your endgame and so I’m curious what’s here for you?”

Of course the man was free to maintain silence Rowan’s job ultimately required more focus, and more over not everyone enjoyed Miles snooping in their business and understandably so.

As rowan rounds the door a red light on its handle would flash green with a quick ‘click’ accompanying the lock, Miles’ expertise at work. “There’s no door that will stop you, for the next 18 minutes at the very least. It’s my promise to you Rowan.” his voice is smooth eyes flitting from monitors to assortments of controls. The set up was simple and studied in preparation for the job, he’d learned from watching Lulu Flint work. He knew science, formulas of all sorts and the bases of hacking and theories, but the woman was a meister of machinery, and more than admittedly his better in that field. Still, this was light work and he expected more from the Lilycove department store though Miles wasn’t one to kiss a gift mudbray in the mouth.

“A victim of circumstance. I understand all too well my friend.” Miles of course had his own story, but there was work to be done.

“Follow the employee hallway to the split path then you’ll be forced to maneuver through the second vent on the right hand wall. You’ll have two minutes to get in and shut the vent behind you. I’ll be off comms while you work.”

Miles would do as said the line dying upon delivering his instructions. Despite the silence on Rowan’s end the scientist’s eyes remain on the monitors closest to his ground agent switching radio channels all the while. There were other pieces that needed to be set in motion in the meantime.

The radio would chirp back to life after approximately two minutes.

“Do you believe you’ve come into that power or rather acquired what Mr. Merlino has promised? You seem rather skilled by my eye Rowan.” What exactly Sharp seemed to be edging at who knew, but progress was being made swiftly and that was all that truly mattered.

Having seen the beast himself a time or two and having felt the pressure of just being in its presence there certainly was something enticing there. Not quite Miles' want for himself but he could see how one would lust for it. And to say the bird didn't give Gavin power was simply untrue. That said, Miles didn't believe that the Lugia was the source of the man's power either. "Take your first left in the vent, follow past the second. You'll be lead to fan. It should be moving slow enough to pass through, time yourself carefully." He no longer has eyes on the man of course, but he's memorized the layout of the vent system or at least the portions of it necessary for the operation. "You'll drop through the ceiling at your first chance following the fan, but the floor below is pressure-sensitive. I trust you to be light on your feet."

It's now that Miles stands from his chair beginning to pack his own things lest he misses the opportunity to make his own escape. "As per our conversation with all due respect my friend, there's no power like that that doesn't come without due consequence." Miles doesn't know the specifics of the contract the shadow bird had with Gavin, but he's sure the terms and conditions of their union aren't all in the rocket's favor. "Of course there's no reason to dissuade you, but a word of advice. He thinks back on knowledge the departed had given him long ago. "I was always taught there's a tool specific to every job. A hammer for a nail, a wrench for a bolt, etc. Are you seeking the proper tool? Something to think about." Though as far as the hammer that was shadow lugia everything might as well be a nail.

He's enjoyed the conversation with Rowan thus far he was ambitious and sought something Miles found himself needing to a degree for reasons not too far from his own. With his own set of tools wrapped Miles spies the monitors a final time noting the guards had broken up the battle and were on their way back to their positions.

"The target will be in the center of the room once you land. The power is set to go out in 30 seconds, disabling any laser security in the room. That leaves you with about 15 seconds to free the target. Once you remove it the auxillary power will activate and the alarms will sound. There's no way around the alarms so I'd suggest being as blunt as you are quick in your removal of the target. Once you've secured it I'll facilitate your escape. I'll no longer have eyes on you as well." Something to note.

There's silence on the comms for a second too long.

Alarms sound as the protective glass shatters. Immediately steel shutters slam on the showroom floor. Three sides contain him in a steel cage while the final is a massive window pane overlooking the city. With the parcel in hand, Rowan would find himself trapped. The pulsating, headache-inducing red emergency lights glow fiercely as the sounds of steps grew louder between the sirens. The shuffling of cops It'd become a situation.

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An elevator sounds and Miles finds peace in the cool night air. He watches over Lilycove for a moment, the fading sirens just beneath serve as a sign all has gone according to plan. From afar he spots flashing headlights - a quick response from the police. A pokeball falls and a shadow soars in front of the man it's red eyes waiting for a command.

"Focus on where the red lights originate. 3 floors below."

As the pokemon dives a finger moves to his ear; the comms device lighting as it'd done so many times before.

"Rowan, it's do or die. You have 25 seconds. Break the window pane and jump."

It was a lot to ask of the man, to leap from the 7th floor of one of the tallest buildings in the entirety of Lilycove. Still, for all the man spoke of power, and freedom those things were most often paid with resolve. It was time to see if the young elite could afford that which he sought.

Trust me.

Miles can hear the glass shatter from above, he briefly glances over the side to see that gray blur swoop down at incredible speeds. He turns away calling a second pokemon out for its orb. this one, quite clearly a garchomp. "Follow Caelum." His hand rubs the dragon type's rougher skin briefly before mounting the pokemon. He can hear an assortment of footsteps and so he too was about out of time. Just as the door opens Miles is Airborn The Landshark pokemon completely defying its title as it soars in the midnight sky.

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Aerodactyl dives deep spiraling toward the falling elite agent before effortlessly scooping the boy up with its claws, just careful enough not to impale the brave Rocket. The momentum changes and almost like a bungee cord the aerodactyl would begin its ascent moving away from the scene of the crime. Moments later Miles and Rowan would meet face to face for the first time soaring above Lilycove.

"I have to say, I'm impressed Rowan. Your execution of the job from start to finish was flawless. You even hurled yourself into what could have been certain death on what had essentially been a whim." His gaze falls from the man to the city beneath them with its innumerable bright lights, hundreds of thousands of lives just below them.

"Would you consider those people down there free Rowan?" They don't have the record you do nor the lives we do, but I'm sure each person has their own set of struggles." He thinks for a moment. "I suppose my real question is what determines freedom?"

"The power to choose..." He mulls it over for a moment. In truth, he and Rowan weren't so different, but then again the same could be said for many in Rocket. An organization of refugees people who needed to make something happen for themselves because society let them down, the world claimed their options and so they were left here, doing anything they could to survive. Miles still can't help, but feel there's something more not to Rowan's claim but to the situation the two find themselves in with Rocket.

Silence lingers for moments more, "There's always a spot open for you in the labs Rowan, I welcome you to stop by anytime. You're brighter than you give yourself credit for, and forgive me for overstepping but I see a bright future in you. I just pray you don't have to sacrifice it to find your truth." It's honest, all Miles can be as they soar through the night sky over yonder. Perhaps one day Rowan would take him up on his offer.