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[Blood_Goddess]

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The words were growled in a thick German accent, the deeply dark Umbreon with gleaming white rings like moons contrasting the deepness of his black.
He was facing a group of his team mates, though his solid silver eyes trailed over to the figure sitting with her knees pulled up at a desk across the foreign surroundings of the large studio apartment.
It was a singular room, with wood flooring, high wooden beams supporting the area that was vast and mostly empty, enough light coming in from a window that spanned the far wall over the streets of the city, a kitchen tucked away at the other far corner, surrounded by a counter with various treats scattered over its surface.

The women held the form of their trainer, though it was clear after the four days they had spent with this women that it was not their trainer. Who this was, none of the pokemon knew, and thus didn't quite know how to respond to it. There was no logical reason it wasn’t their trainer, so none of them were willing to risk injury to her.

Zoroark flattened her ears back, lowering herself forward onto her long purple claws, and drawing herself to the Umbreon's height.
The one who called himself Nachtara flattened his ears as well, frowning at her as she studied him, between them the much more tiny form of the one they called Burakki, The cloned offspring of the late leader of this team and the one who Nachtara had taken personal charge of, staring up at them with large eyes and a gaped mouth, not to dissimilar the the Scraggy standing at Zoroark's side, his toothy frown lightly open in a dumbfounded expression.
Zoroark muttered through a hollow tone, haunting the ring of still dark types.

Umbreon retorted, casting a glance to the water type and only non-dark within the vicinity.
The frog, who had been turned toward Faleen during the conversation, cast his gaze to the side to look direct at Umbreon in a silent, almost pointed stare.
The dark types returned the look before turning back away from the human who had indeed turned her head toward the Pokemon with her own wide eyes stare, though did nothing else.

Absol retorted almost apathetically

Nachtara grumbled back to the Absol

Absol retorted with a chill in his voice, the fur along his neck prickling, turning his now widened eyes onto Umbreon, who in response frowned

Umbreon explained

There was a silence that followed this statement, the only movement came from the two youngest in the group who turned their heads curiously from one pokemon to the other.

Again the hollow echo of Zoroark's voice muttered into the circle.

"Yeah it is. I'm pretty curious myself what you're planning on doing?"
The voice of the human came across the room, each one of the dark types jerked their heads over to the humans, unsure if she was talking to comeone else.
Each set of eyes widened however when they saw the human still staring directly at them.

"Are you going to attack me?" The Agent tilted her head, pulling herself forward from the chair and allowing one leg to drop off of it.

Umbreon asked tentatively.

"Maybe we should clear the air here, before things get too complicated and start making our whole situation awkward." A hand was lifted to her chest, pulling herself up to her full height as she faced the pokemon, and slowly started to walk over.
"I am Faleen. Everything you see here, everything you hear, and everything that exists here in this mind is Faleen." She stopped a few paces from the Pokemon, staring down at them with large hazel eyes "But obviously, there is something different, something very different. So I'm going to let you make a choice here..."

<... What choice?> Zoroark asked, her eyes slightly narrowing.

Faleen held a scarred hand out toward the door "Whatever you want. You can stay loyal to me, or... eh really you can go do whatever you want to do." The Agent put her hands on her hips, leaning back a little and laughing as she smiled down at the pokemon.
This action seemed to universally creep the dark types out, as their fur bristled.

"But hey, times you're time in choosing. But you might want to keep something in mind when you make you're decision." She leaned forward again "This is Faleen."

This left the pokemon speechless, none of them daring to move, let alone speak.
Faleen took this as a cue to move onto her next task, brushing her hands together she strolled back to the desk "Well kids, I have to run some errands. I think I need to look into getting my gloves back, those might be important." Again she laughed, reaching up to push her hair out of her face once again with a lightly annoyed twitch of her hand.

She was dressed in a new outfit today. one of many she had picked out on her first day on the streets. Along with a long sleeve turtle neck and gray cargo pants, she rarely took of the coat.

Without letting the pokemon gather themselves, Faleen re-laced her boots up and made her way to the door, smirking back at the pokemon as she slid the door closed behind her.  

[Blood_Goddess]

In one hand a USB stick was twirled between her fingers, the other stuffed into her pocket along with the beginnings of a list of supplies that she would be asking from the KSO for this particular batch of information.
It was a fare trade she felt, starting small with information like... the identities of the Rockets they had hidden away in the Police force, as well as the remaining information on the Dark balls.
She would of course be asking for her gloves back, first thing no less.

Convincing them to give her the gloves back took a little more coercion then she had expected, but as she was used to, she got her way. She could tell that they weren't 100% sure she was going to be getting in touch with them again, she would of course have to come up with a better way of trading off her information... then again going into the offices whenever she so wished had its own set of thrills.
Eventually they would learn to be thrilled with her too, considering she had to be somewhat careful with the kind of information he gave them... work her way up to the good stuff, hold enough power over Team Rocket to keep them off of her, until she was ready....

The Rocket pulled her gloves back onto her hands as she exited the KSO office, hazel eyes lifting to the streets bustling with all kinds of different people. It was hard not to be awed by it.
more then just Rocket.... more then just one kind of person. People she might like, people she would hate maybe even more then she hated Rocket. It was interesting how much of her automatically just hated every single one of them.
It seemed so petty though, didn't it? Hard to understand where it was coming from or why? Where did that all start and how could it have grown so strong.
A reminder had come previously, in the form of a conversation with the KSO, the conversation of traitors, and the memories flooding back of a disheveled looking red haired man, and another of him being shot through.
The second came with the meeting of another man, this one with red eyes.
disappointment was most prevalent, but the emotions that flared were much too strong and short lived for her to decipher what they really mean to her.
Her ex-partner, and a fellow ex-trustworthy Rocket. It would be interesting to face him again. As unlikely as that was.

Her hands closed into fists once she had her fingers fitted back into her gloves, a grin spreading over her face.
She wanted to feel more, more, more SO much more!
This was new! this was exciting! and she was free, free to go anywhere, see anything and feel everything all over again like she never got to before!

With her coat billowing out behind her, Faleen once again started back down the street. She had a few errands to run today, She had some ideas of what she wanted to do to better herself.
Better get on that while its still warm out.

(Sloppy writing, I know, will fix up when I'm not tired)  

[Blood_Goddess]

Bishop did not like to have to sit in front of the higher ranks and explain something as unpleasant and dangerous as this situation was.
The news that one of their Agents, one who had always been of great service to the organization turning into a traitor was hard enough to swallow, but the worse of it, was that the kind of information she had access too even as just an agent was troubling enough, but the real question was... what else did she take?

It was still under investigation just what information she had, taking four of the tech's hard drives was worrying enough, but as tech had reported, a few of her projects, including the micro bots she had been perfecting over the year were gone as well, and they could not access her computers.

There were so many questions left in the dark, They wanted to know why she was doing this... He didn't know... They wanted to know what she had... He didn't know. They wanted to know where she was, was she going to the League? Was there anything else she wanted, was he sure that her threat was real?
He had no idea about any of this. It was all on word.
Eventually, after being reamed over and over for the lack of information Rocket command decided that they were to take this threat seriously.

The investigation would continue, new teams would be selected to do recon on the missing Agent, Bishop would head them as well as be in charge of the investigations on base.

Rockets would be put under a strict order not to threaten or violently engage Agent Faleen until they could determine their next move. Any and all interaction with the Agent were to be reported and logged for further information.