[RAID ORP] Prepare for the Worst

[BlackPidgeot]

There was a bit of distaste in her mind about being ordered around by another agent, but from what she remembered, Agent Faleen was a pretty capable and decent Rocket. Thus, without a word, Nikki went into action to start packing away the projects. She wasn't all that tech savvy, but she knew enough to be careful, though she tried to hurry as much as she could. Still, she kept an ear tuned to what was going on around her as she worked.  

[Catzandbirdz]

Down the hall in Security...

"And I want everything in this missions cabinet shredded and burned, Agent." Harvard slapped a palm against the metallic filing cabinet indicated, causing it to let out a resounding thrum. "Then get a fire Pokemon to roast the inside. I want no scraps left between the cracks."

"Y-yes, ma'am!" The poor Agent that the woman had been hounding with orders for the last minute eagerly bowed away to begin his first task. And right as Harvard's Dex beeped with an urgent message. Oh, what now?

"What is it?" she snapped when the line to KO was open. She listened to what he had to say, meanwhile pointing and signaling directions to other Rockets hurrying around. At least this Trainee KO knew how to appreciate being brief. She could definitely give him that. "Prisoners are secured and en route to the hangar, to be airlifted to a new holding location. Are you able to operate evacuation procedures without them?"  

[Blood_Goddess]

Jerome was part of the transport team, so he had at least had some training on gathering up transportable goods and getting it going, He had been assigned to the team to help with the Robotics.

Given his task by the women he knew to be Izaya's partner, Jerome jerked his head in confirmation before following the scared man to get the cases.
He had picked up a few cases and started out when Aulus asked his opinion on the case he had opened.
"... Looks like a ball t'me, an that's a G." He admitted with a light shrug.
Bro' arched his eyebrow from behind the Gangster and nodded, gathering a care in his arms as well and following the Agent out.  

[Gwennythe]

Well, the nice thing about delicate robotics and tech was that most, if not all, of it already had its own storage and travelling container in case it was ever needed on the field, or needed to be secured while no one was in the Tech labs.

"Understood." Tambrey found herself throwing an awkward salute, then looking to who she'd be working with, before moving toward one of the work areas to begin matching cases with projects.
Organization was good in the labs, so matching objects that absolutely had to go in their own case was just a matter of serial numbers, and standard packing cases for anything else were right there.

Tambrey moved to quickly, and gently, pack away something resembling a black box with an aerial (that she thought she remembered seeing used to hijack a Galactic vehicle on one of the missions she'd been present on), before moving onto an assortment of tools.  

[TawnyAngel]

"Yes m'am," KO replied, perhaps it was taking a small liberty but Faleen had just said he needed to be sure they were taken care of; pushed as they were for time he wasn't going to go tugging her sleeve to check it was alright. "Just needed to be sure they were secure, appreciated, over and out!" Right! Now then, where could he help out? Maybe over with the handsomely inked one and the scarred one, there were just two of them there and more people elsehwhere. Taking initiative/liberties again he moved over to the two men. "Need some help there?"

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Ball with a G, good enough, and here was a helpful serf. "Take this," Aulus closed the case and shoved it at KO, "And take it to Faleen. Check it with her, get it packed. If it's not the G-ball get your arse back here and tell us so we can keep looking for it specifically."

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KO accepted the case with a bit of a forced smile at the abrupt manner. Sooner he was out of this red uniform the better. "It would be my pleasure, sir," he replied, and if there was a little coil of over the top obsequious in his voice surely it was only the stress doing it.

Hastening over to Faleen again he cleared his throat. "The two prisoners are secure and en route to the hanger according to Elite Harvard. Is this the G-ball you were looking for?" as he spoke he cracked open the case, awaiting only the tiniest indication of acknowledgement from the agent so that he could deliver the case to the machokes.  

[BlackFireKitsune]

The door to the robotics division swung open as Claire stepped in, purple eyes scanning the room before coming to rest on Faleen. As far as she was aware, the agent was the only one normally in this department, and thus directed her question to her, "Do you need anything else in here? More cases, more help...?" She trailed off, leaving room for Faleen to suggest anything that the group as a whole might need - or anyone else who knew if they needed something in particular - and the elite put one hand on one hip. "You guys'll need to head down to transport pretty soon."  

[Catzandbirdz]

As KO spoke, Harvard had moved on to another cabinet to box up the files that were best taken with them. "Harvard, out." Pocketing her Dex, it freed up both hands for moving things, and her attention was no longer divided. Her eyes skimmed over a folder label here and there to check she was getting the right materials, and there wasn't something she knew could be destroyed now to save space.

Another Agent hurried over and addressed the stern looking woman. "The land vehicles for cargo transport are ready and waiting, ma'am."

"Perfect. Thank you Agent." With a nod, the man turned and left to resume work, and Harvard turned back to the files. Of course that meant she noticed the label on top. Well, now, that was an interesting label. Had it really been in this cabinet the whole time? Casting a glance around, she slid her own messenger bag closer and slipped the folder inside, boxing up the rest. A Charmander was scorching the inside of a cabinet not far away. "Agent Marcus, please direct your Charmander to this cabinet when done with that one. Agent Sal, please take this stack of boxes to the transport bay." That taken care of, she moved to assist the group crowded around the paper shredding machines.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Setting the case with the hard drives down by her foot, The blond agent turned her attention to the console where she began typing in her codes, pausing only to glance up at the Screen "Its on Standby, return to your pokeball."

The image flashed of a black porygon-Z who twirled his head in the screen "Yes Ma'am, Return: processing-"
The pokeball that was hooked to a port on the consul flashed red, indicating that the pokemon back it back to its storage in time before the Agent finished typing in her code, and the screen flashed red.

With a light frown she watched at it began to destroy its self, at least getting her attention pulled away when KO reported back to her about the prisoners.
"Very good-"
She took a moment to take the case from him, kneeling as she opened it up. "This is him. Please make sure they understand this is a priority item, if we lose this we can't make a new one." She told him, snapping the case shut again and this time setting it to lock.
Standing back up she handed him the case.
Keeping the hard drives in her hand she turned to pull the ball out of the console.

"Elite Clair-" she greete with a nod "I think we're okay, we should be finishing up here soon, we'll have what is most important packed up, anything we leave behind at this point is stuff we can remake." she let out a sigh at the thought, it was a shame she didn't want to lose anything else.
"I'm going to gather my micro tech while they finish up, and then we'll be ready to go."

As she spoke to the Elite, Faleen stepped over to a hunkered up robot, turning Porygon's ball she snapped the connecters she had installed into the port on the robot,
Once she pushed the button on the Pokeball the Robot suddenly wired to life and in one smooth movement the Robot stood up, teaching to just under Faleen's weight, but with a slender build.
"Porygon you're in charge of this." she handed him the case. He was holding the back ups, the life of the Robotics department, everything they had ever worked on and ever planned on working on, She would not let those out of her or her pokemon's sight.

"Confirmed." The robot's mechanical voice droned, reaching out to clamp the handle tightly.
With that, Faleen hustled off to get her more delicate projects.
"AH! Someone make sure to grab the new Rocket Dex Redux tech!" She remembered  

[TawnyAngel]

KO nodded. "Understood." Turning on his heel he marched over to the Machoke and pressed the case directly into the hands of the one who seemed to be dominant. "I am entrusting you with this. It is irreplaceable, and if it goes missing it's your head on the block now." Glad to have passed off the responsibility he turned around and headed back to where Jerome and Aulus were.

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A familiar voice made Aulus part turn from grabbing cases. He didn't smile at Claire but that was because of the situation not because their 'thing', whatever it had been, was fizzled out. It had left a solid friendship behind it and he couldn't argue with that at all, but at the moment he couldn't spare time for it either. Hefting six cases and directing Char to take several more he hurried over to get the things packed.

"Nice day for it!" he commented to Claire as he passed by her, but there really wasn't time for more than that.  

[BlackFireKitsune]

The elite nodded once to show her understanding, taking the chance for another quick sweep of the room at the various grunts and agents - and trainee - moving around and working to evacuate the room of its important items. It did look like everyone had a handle on things, so she nodded again with a small, forced smile at Aulus as he passed. "Oh yes, perfect day for it."

She pulled her 'dex out then, her fingers swiping and tapping away at it a few times to ascertain something, then put it away as her focus shifted to Faleen once more. "All right. The sooner, the better." That said, she moved to the door of the programming department, only taking notice of the loud hammering coming from within the room so she could call over it, "Lucas? Need any help?"  

[Suudonym]

"Nope." WHAM. "I've pretty much got this taken care of." WHAM. "It's therapeutic." WHAM.  

[BlackFireKitsune]

"Therapeutic, hm?" She echoed with a hint of sarcasm as she pulled out her pokedex again to sift through a few more screens. "Just don't hurt yourself. All right, let me know when your group leaves; I'm going to go check in with the other divisions." That said, she replaced her 'dex once more and headed towards the door to do exactly that.  

[Suudonym]

It wasn't long after Claire's warning that Lucas reappeared from the programming lab, lifting the goggles from his face and raising his hands to tap on an imaginary wristwatch. "Okay," he said, projecting his words throughout the lab, "time's running out, and we need to get to transport ASAP." He paused to withdraw his 'dex from his pocket, frowning at the screen. "All right, if you run - literally run - you can grab some stuff from your rooms. One bag or box, small enough to fit comfortably on your laps. Get to transport bay in five minutes, ten minutes tops. Ten minutes pass and you're not accounted for, there'll be hell to pay. Dismissed!" His part said, the elite moved to the collection of people and pokemon toting the packed materials to assist in conveying them to transport.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Having finished gathering the last of her projects, Faleen stepped up when Elite Lucas returned to tel them know that it was time to get ready to leave.
"Banette" Faleen spoke, prompting the Ghost to appear just to the left of his Master.

"Ban Banette" He acknowledged waiting for her orders.

Hazel eyes turned up to her ghost type "Return to the room, I need my gun case, with the ammo, the spare uniforms and the tools kits. put them in my bag and get back here as fast as you can."

The Banette nodded his eyes widening before he zipped off.

In the meantime she made her way toward the tanks, where the Carvanha were still swimming around excitedly.
Lifting up a metal ball, she returned all three of them into it, placing it back into a pouch by her belt.  

[TawnyAngel]

As soon as the permission was spoken KO sprinted out of the robotics lab. He didn't like to lose his air of cool casual like this but once again the day's priorities were on their head. Entering his dorm room still at full tilt he opened his trunk of possessions, grabbed his overnight bag and started to fill it. Pack light, pack smart. Only really room for one pair of shoes, those black ones went with just about anything. The white suit made it in, the light linen it was made of allowing it to fold up small. Shirts next; a black one, a white one and a red one and then a few changes of underwear and socks. A belt went in too, a couple of ties, a little box of personal possessions, and his travel washkit with the bare essentials*. After that the bag was full, and he wasn't going to risk being made to leave it behind because he'd over stuffed it.

By his reckoning it had now been about four minutes since he left the robotics department and so with a last regretful glance at his other clothes and possessions KO turned once more and sprinted for the transport bay.

*Razor, shaving cream, aftershave, shampoo/conditioner, comb, deodorant, toothbrush and paste, moisturizer, two small bottles of cologne, nail scissors and file, tweezers, and compact mirror.

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Five to ten minutes? Aulus cursed under his breath and hastened to his room. What to take? His camera was an obvious one, then a change of clothes and a couple of pairs of underwear and socks. Toothbrush and toothpaste, deodorant; other toiletries and grooming equipment did not make the cut. His laptop on the other hand was a must, and his external hard-drive with all his photography on it. His telescoping metal staff had gone onto his belt as soon as the alarms sounded so that was accounted for. What else?

Aulus looked around his room and realised that there really wasn't anything much else material that he valued in here. He didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing or just a... just a thing thing. Most of his nostalgic stuff was back home, he supposed. Whatever the case it left room in his little bag for a pair of trainers as an afterthought, a couple of cans of drink and a few bags of crisps.

Slinging the bag over his shoulder the scarred agent strode out into the corridor and headed down to the transport bay, closing the door on his room without a backward glance.