Basile was marched down a Corridor. Oliver had the Pokemon on his belt, and had declined the offer for an officer to guide them.
"When we get to my wing," he said, "You are going to do exactly what I say, and maybe, we'll realise you and your parents." He paused "If, they cooperate"
They came to a giant metal door. Oliver input a code on the panel, and it opened silently. They walked down a small corridor, lined with similar doors. Each was a thick, iron blockade, with a small sliding window on them, barly big enough to put a plate through, which is what Basile assumed they were there for. He was marched down to another large door, where Oliver stopped him.
"Now you have to trust me here Basile. Through this corridor, there is a subway station. I'm slipping one of the Pokéballs into your pocket. Feel it? Good. Now there will be an E-map on the wall, when the orange dot makes half way, send out Chespin and use Solar Beam on the wall of the car. In the confusion, run. Just take Chespin and run. I don't care where, but dump the cuffs early. I took the liberty of having one of my men teach him cut. Have him cut through the cuffs, they have a tracer in them. Dump them as fast as possible. Now-"
Basile cut him off, "Why are you telling me this? You wanted me screaming for mommy not ten minutes ago. Now you're helping me escape? Why? And how do I know I can trust you? You order the torture of my parents?!" Basile jerked his hands away from him, "Prove to me that I can trust you"
"Look kid." Oliver bent down to Basile's eye level. "I was your parents handlers. This whole division was founded by them. We would smuggle the rebels out of here, pretending to get information from them. We told them to tell no one that that's what we did here. We figured the less who knew, the less that could spill on accident. Dr. Zed is actually another opritive, and when we ship out to him, we get people out of Giovanni's hands. When your parents were made, well, it was partly my fault. Now, unfortunately, they are out of my hands. Every rumor that's gone around about the RID, that's happening to them. Me letting you go, well that's me trying to make it right. Now, as soon as that orange dot reaches that half wAy point, you know what to do. There's no signal there, so until someone goes manually, no one will know you've escaped. Now we have to go, they're waiting."
The door opened into a large room. There were two subway lines. One lead straight out into the ocean, and moves like a bullet. The other was slower, and lead into a dark tunnel. Basile hoped that he was to take the latter. He was marched up to an officer, who lead him into the Tunnel train. He had a Ratatta who sat on his shoulder, and a scar directly under his left cheekbone. He sat Basile down in a chair and turned to go to the head car. Basile was left alone in his mobile prison. After a minute or two, the train lurched, and they were off. Over the door, an E-map flickered to life, just as Oliver said it would. An orange dot appeared on the line, and began to follow it. Basile watched it, as it was really the only thing he could do.
After about twenty minutes, the dot was almost to its mark. Basile stuck his hand in his pocket, which was harder than he thought it would be considering he was wearing hand cuffs. He grasped the small sphere, and pressed the button, pulling it our of his pocket as he did so. Instantly, the ball increased in size, nearly tripling in to the size of a grape fruit. Basile threw it, releasing Chespin, who had been trapped inside. Beside knew that there was no time to waste, and yelled,
"Chespin, use Solar Beam on the wall!" The grass type tried power up, but there was no sunlight here. No sun meant no Solar Beam. Basile cursed. Then, an idea came to his mind.
"Chespin, use cut on these cuffs". The squirrel like Pokemon complied, and soon Basile was free of his bonds. He ran to the door, Chespin not far behind.
"Quick, cut again on the door lock!"
After Chespin slashed through the lock, Basile threw open the door, and went to work on the coupling. It was easy, and soon the lever was switched. There was something suspicious about this nagging in the back of Basile's mind, be he tried not to think about it. He pulled the pin, and his car detached from the rest of the train.
"Agent Twist, this is Leader. Has all gone to plan?"
"Yes leader, he bought every line"
"And was able to leave the train?"
"And has since moved on his way"
"Good... Good..."