he/him
forty-eight
December 26
Slateport City
asexual
Enforcer
grunt
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Grigori Sokolov
INCENDIARY [TT]
POSTED ON Jul 30, 2024 15:51:42 GMT
“Understood,” Grigori said. Moments later, a soft click cut through the gentle hum of the neon sign. He recalled the Mimikyu before he gently pulled the door open. Soft lights lit the way forward into the building, which he took after grabbing the second canister.
The back was clean at least, dirt obfuscated in the shadows and corners of the hall. Bulletin boards clung to the walls, notices and alerts and rights hung in neat, organized lines. Steps for care, rights as an employee. He gave them second glances as he tiptoed around the area.
Not the doors on the right, aptly labeled what Zev described. He took the left.
And immediately flung himself to the other side of a cracked door. That was the break room, alright. And inside were two of the three described nurses.
‘I need to find another fuckin’ job’
‘Oh come on, it ain’t bad here.’
‘It’s boring, though. Doesn’t help that Gus gave me three overnights in a row. Three! What’d I do to piss him off?’
‘Oh, I don’t know. Say, you remember that page in the office someone left behind? Something about a–’
‘Yea, yea, I get it already! Shit, you do one prank and everyone thinks you’re an asshole…’
‘Well…’
Thank Arceus, they didn’t notice him. Grigori took extra precautions to ensure his payload did not make any unwanted noise. Even better, when he left the small bridge between the break room and the overnight kennels, no one was to be seen. It left one unaccounted for, but if he was lucky, then it wouldn’t matter.
But unluckily, the records room had the light on, and he could hear the clacks of a keyboard. Someone was typing up a storm, furiously jamming their fingers into the keys.
“Mr. Harcourt, two nurses in the break room. One in the records room. Permission to deploy your Chandelure to distract the last nurse and any Pokémon in the kennels?”
He spared a glance towards the wall of cages. Most of them looked empty, but a few had clipboards that dangled beneath the ones with closed doors. And thanks to the pitch-black light, it was nearly impossible to see what they had in store-- but one looked distrubed by his mere existence, rustling inside the cage the more the seconds passed...
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