And Your Mission Is...

Lysander sat in his room, once again sifting through papers and other pieces of information. This time his digital clock read 11:39.

A knock on the door sounded, then another two shorter knocks.

"Come in," Lysander said.

The door opened, and Bryony and Celosia entered the room.

"Have you decided on a location?" Lysander asked them as soon as the door was shut.

"Yes, sir," Celosia replied, "we have found a room on the second floor that will suit our needs perfectly."

"Good. And you have brought everything that you will require?"

"Everything we need, but in limited quantities," Bryony answered. "There was no way to get as much of our supplies as we would have liked onto the plane without risking something breaking and starting a reaction."

Lysander regarded her with his usual emotionless expression. "But it is enough?"

"It is," she replied, "we just can't waste any."

"Very well. How long do you require to set up all of this equipment and supplies?"

"Two days, at the very least," Celosia answered.

"Two days is all you may have. We must have time to procure the information we need and run some tests before this seminar is over in five days."

"Sir," Celosia said, dipping her head respectfully.

"Bryony, I'm putting you in charge of this. Do not mess it up, " Lysander said. Celosia scowled at her but said nothing. "You know your mission. To gather mineral. That girl you saw today with the Champion is the daughter of the scientists Celosia killed almost eight years ago. Do what ever you deem necessary to capture the girl and get her to tell you where the mineral deposit her parents were studying is."

"Anything, Sir?" Bryony said raising an eyebrow over the rim of her goggles.

"Anything. Only make sure you get the location out of her."

"Sir. And what should we do with her once she spills the location?"

"Take her back to Lysander Labs. I'm sure Xerosic can find a use for her."

"What should we tell the Champion and the Elite Four has happened to her?"

"Leave that to me."

"Sir."

"And what if she won't talk?" Celosia asked, her face still scowling.

"I'm confident you will find a way to make her see that talking is her best option," Lysander replied.

Celosia's face lost its scowl and she almost smiled. "Yes, Sir."

"Good," Lysander said, and went back to sifting through his papers. "You are dismissed."

The two scientists left the room, closing the door soundlessly behind them. In the silence that followed, Lysander smiled, his eyes narrowed to slits. Only a matter of time now...