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The scientist nodded her head. The silver thing had been tossed roughly during the last encounter, but had seemingly ended up undamaged. While it hadn’t told them anything juicy—something she doubted some secretary at a police station would have access to—it held some details of what kind of place this had been.
“We were digging through city records when the power supply went.” A deep sigh pushed past her lips. If looks could kill, the IT technician would be six feet under by now.
When the bird refused to engage, the feline looked almost heartbroken. His spring-like tail stilled as it drooped. Big, dual-colored eyes took on a pauperish, almost pitiful expression. Perseus had never eaten
a god before. It certainly had to taste better than the cans of premium cat food his trainer insisted he subsist on. Especially since she had switched to
diet. The cold-hearted bitch.
Violet eyes followed the distant building’s silhouette to its dim peak. It was a marvel of modern—or alien—engineering. It also did not seem the least bit like a
secret.
“All this time here and he takes us to a tourist trap?” Calpurnia clicked her tongue in false admonishment. But all playfulness ended when the Blacephalon turned its eyes on them. Or, at least, its figurative eyes. She doubted raves-in-a-ball could
see very well.
“!?” With matching hisses, she and her cat protected their eyes from the unexpected light. The same phenomenon that would likely turn this circus into a cannibal freak show.
When she could see again, the Ultra Beasts were crippled before them. Their festive heads slowly reinflated like balloons at a carnival. One of these was pounced on by Purrseus, who attempted to tear the rubbery thing apart with glowing slashes of his claws. Heart pounding in her chest, Calpurnia turned to face her savior. A dirty, nasty
Pokemon, but her hero nonetheless.
“Thank you.” The scientist says simply, her typically honeyed tones laid bare. There's a hint of anger and indignation to her gaze.
When the hand is offered, she’s quick to grab it. She isn’t sure what he plans to do, but anything is better than
this.
“Gladly.”As she squeezes Fern’s fingers, the Purugly bumps his head against her free hand. A strange tingling ricochets through her body as she feels wind whipping through her hair. It makes her want to scream, but electricity only sizzles.
What a wonderful feeling! The power! The speed! But the ride ends soon enough. Dizzy and disoriented, the scientist stagers for a moment, only prevented from tumbling by her cat’s considerable bulk.
Snap! A heel breaks off with a few sparks. A scorch mark is apparent in the fabric. With an irritable noise, she casts the shoe aside.
For a moment, her mind goes back to that letterman’s jacket. The blood stains on its sleeves and the name so similar to hers. She can almost
feel his presence here. The air is tinted with a familiar aroma.
Now’s not the time for sentimentality. She scolds herself and turns to face the building proper.
“Let’s go.” Jogging after the man and his bird, they soon cross the building’s threshold.
And, this place is
certainly no police station. But it seems exploring it would be a hindrance. The elevator is missing a door and there's no sign of a staircase. Apparently, Megalopans were also allergic to cardio.
