Thanks again to Cornova, the creator of the Pokewars universe, for proof-reading the chapter and allowing me to write in the universe they created.
A blue orb buried itself into the ground as it was struck down by another attack. The silver metal dividing it into quarters sparked as the phaser's focuser on its sides snapped out as it began to levitate again. Two smaller disks on the top and bottom sparked as the damage prevented it from levitating any farther than a couple inches. Red energy sparked along the silver lines and focused at the intersection before a red beam shot at something further down the battlefield. A metallic screech filled the air as one of the phasers meant to focus the energy was torn free by a bullet seed. It spun violently before it struck the ground and bounced into some shrubs. Archs of the red energy seared the undergrowth and it quickly caught fire as the machine self-destructed.
The drones were often used to capture powerful, rogue pokemon and it was well known that they were a fire hazard if they were damaged. Their antigravity boosters didn't get along well with electricity, and there was so much power in the phaser that if it was damaged energy tended to leak and react with the boosters. They also tended to explode when the circuits were overloaded and further agitated the fuel cells within the metal sphere.
Watching the fire rapidly spread to neighboring trees, it was no wonder that the heat and ash didn't cause the other drones to overload.
Alexander cursed as a series of purple rings grazed his cover and obliterated the burning foliage. If the attack had been meant for him- which it wasn't- then he probably would be paste. The Supersonic may have slowed the fire but as wood chips and leaves scattered it roared higher as the drone finally burst and released a new wave of energy that ignited more of the falling debris.
Alexander barely saw the Trumbeak that unleashed the attack as it seemingly appeared over him. He twisted his body to the side as it etched a groove in his chest plate before its beak buried into the tree he had been taking cover behind. He raised his submachine gun to fire and was knocked aside as more Bullet Seed struck the side of his armor from another angle. Staggering he fired a couple rounds in the direction it came from and swung his weapon to club the Trumbeak as it made to drill him again. It averted the attack as he swung and fled as another drone appeared to give chase.
He didn't have time to take a breath as a boulder smashed the tree's trunk into splinters. Alexander had to launch himself to the side as the rest of the tree came down where he had been standing moments prior.
The chaos had only been going on for a couple minutes now, but already it looked and felt like hours. Scorch marks and nearly incinerated corpses marked Kara's path when she tried to clear a route out for the trio after they had been ambushed and cornered by the fastest assailants, and craters marked cargo that had taken the drones' top priority. Fires raged as the drones were quickly being annihilated by the attacking force and Alexander wondered if this might have been apart of Chief's plan as more pokemon tried to stop the fires from spreading into their remaining territory instead of targeting the root cause of their losses. It was giving them the chance to escape. The locals' attention was too divided among all the distractions to effectively target the three humans slipping through.
Alexander couldn't ask if it had been Chief's intentions, though. They had been separated during the initial onslaught and now Alexander had to babysit Connor while the man dicked around elsewhere. He wasn't a good babysitter. Connor had slipped away on him nearly as fast as Chief had and he had been trying to catch up to the coward.
The scientist was the only reason why he was even still there. Fleeing was the best option but Chief would rip into him if he had left their best chance of extraction behind. That was all Connor was anymore; without the mission, he would have been dead weight. The extraction had changed that- the company wouldn't find time in their schedule to extract only two of their soldiers. They would gladly try and extract their leading scientist on ultra-space, who just so happened to have two of the security detail following him around.
Quickly traversing the torn landscape Alexander dove behind another tree as more seeds tried to puncture his armor. Through the splinters being dislodged from the beating Alexander saw Connor dodge a Toucannon with a beak rippling with heat. In a swift motion, he shot the bird before it could attempt to use Beak Blast again. Feathers erupted from its chest as the bullet exited but before Alexander could say anything else a beak blocked his vision as it suddenly protruded from the tree a mere inch from his helmet.
A beam of energy struck the Toucannon before it could try again and slammed it into the ground, sending feathers sky bound. He had to count his blessings, the drones were probably the only thing keeping them alive. Kara could only fight so many at once, and by the sounds of it she was being over numbered as a surge of energy forced the bird pokemon back. She may not have the raw strength the wild Pokemon had but she made up for it in speed as she darted across the length of the field to fend off a couple more pokemon that had tried to get behind Alexander.
Alexander noticed the following surge of energy and ran as he made another dash for Connor. The cover behind him shortly caught fire and the feathers turned to ash as Kara cooked three of the assailants. The survivors turned to her and soon they were outside of Alexander's field of vision as she led them away.
A drone above the battlefield exploded and rained a shower of burning steel as another Supersonic struck it dead on. They had about four left with a shit-ton of pokemon still focused on them.
Alexander managed to grab Connor as he ran by and dragged him from the corpse he had been kicking. The scientist was too emotional of a fighter. Hell, this was probably the first time he was in a life-or-death situation. A boulder smashed Connor's previous hiding place and they sprawled under a fallen tree to escape another onslaught of bullet seed.
Alexander's blood was pumping and his headache wreaked vengeance with every screech and explosion. There was too much going on for him to absorb at once, he felt nauseous trying to figure out a plan of escape. It didn't help that there was a familiar little tingle in the back of his head whenever he came close to death. It pushed him further, excited him more. It wasn't bloodlust but it sure felt similar as Alexander watched another Trumbeak turn into bloody chunks and feathers as a drone collided with it.
Connor lay beside him cursing as he wildly looked for a way out. He had lost track of Chief in the chaos and couldn't find him. They had to go now, once the fighting drones were gone a solitary drone that Connor had programmed was going to detonate the reactor. It was already in place, once it stopped getting reports from the other drones it would be all over. The entire area would be scrubbed from existence.
There was a sudden break in the onslaught and Alexander felt Connor roll away from him. "Don't-"
Too late. Connor was already on his feet and bolting for the tree line. Alexander rolled to his knees and raised his weapon to cover him. He still wasn't used to the recoil the weapon had and the learning curb was brutal. Not that the egghead had bothered to ask about that before relying on his shot. He might care a bit more if he took a stray 7.62 round to the back by mistake.
Alexander, despite the total anarchy happening around them, was distracted by how Connor ran. The nerd stumbled over every little object in his path and his arms were flailing as he tried to keep his balance in the uneven terrain. It was ridiculous to watch and he almost started laughing at the spectacle.
It was Connor's lack of grace that saved him. He seemed to sink a couple inches- tripping over something most likely- and a bird pokemon that had escaped Alexander's notice buzzed by his head as it tried to skewer him. The suddenness of it jarred him back to reality as another swooped in for a try at the human's life. The stock of his submachine gun slammed against his shoulder as he quickly pieced together a trajectory.
Alexander's burst of steel nearly bisected it as it got close and the lifeless body stuck Connor in the back. The man collapsed down an embankment and out of sight as the grunt dashed out of his cover after the scientist.
You better not be dead. Chief's going to kill me, and then I'm going to have to kill you.
Unlike Connor, Alexander wasn't even remotely hindered by the debris and covered the distance in seconds. He found the scientist in question at the bottom of a trench, flailing as he tried to push himself away from the bloody mess beside him and only succeeding in splattering more blood over himself. Alexander felt a jolt of pain shoot up his legs as he landed nearly on top of the man.
Connor tried to swing his weapon up but Alexander's foot came down and flattened his arm against the ground. A solid swat with his free hand knocked some sense into the man and he quit struggling all together. Alexander stepped off of him and pulled him to his feet after a couple seconds of strained silence.
"Stick together!" Alexander commanded as he hauled Connor further along the trench. He let go as they reached the end and the duo cursed as a drone crash-landed at their feet. Alexander stepped forward and punted the metal orb back out of the trench and moments later a wall of fire engulfed the one side. Connor slowly lowered his arms from his head and looked at Alexander with what could barely be considered respect. Before he could say anything Alexander's transceiver beeped.
"We have two drones left; Kara is protecting the one so we can get ahead of the blast radius!"
"What about Chief!" Another pokemon flew overhead and fled as bullets claimed its tailfeathers. Connor had to repeat himself before Alexander heard him.
He grasped a root in the side of the trench. "Kara! Where is Chief?" He waited for a reply but instead of a verbal response, three letters flashed across the screen. "K.I.A."
Well, that sucked. He had expected Chief to last much longer than that. Alexander couldn't say he would miss the man but his presence would have kept Connor in line when things got worse. The plan was still the same: survive.
The last drone was hit and its indicator flickered red; the plan was suddenly going to be much harder to execute. Alexander's heart skipped a beat as it tried to regain control. "We gotta move now!"
Connor saw the display as well and visibly flinched. In unison they leaped out of the trench as they made a final break for the forest. The trees grew closer and Alexander flinched as seeds ricochet off his armor. One nicked Connor's ear and the man ducked down to keep his head protected.
They were so close. Twenty yards. Ten. Connor tripped and fell as a bullet seed deflected off his helmet but as Alexander ran by his free arm shot out and under him. He strained and lifted the smaller scientist to his feet and all but dragged him the rest of the way. He didn't let go when Connor regained his footing and they held onto each other as they finally broke the tree line.
Branches were shattered as seeds were fired aimlessly around them and leaves rained around them from the assault. Connor had tucked his head as far down into his chest as he could as he ran and his helmet deflected another seed for his efforts. Alexander felt his armor shudder as it easily withstood the attack and he staggered. The force behind the attacks felt like live rounds.
The frequency of the projectiles diminished as they ran further from the clearing and thicker trees were put behind them. Alexander had begun to slow after a minute of sprinting so Connor shot past him, dragging him in turn as he scrambled around an old stump. "We are nowhere near safe!"
Alexander nodded between gasps and they continued on. The terrain was rough and soon both of them were stumbling as they tried to run. It was expected from Connor but Alexander had to concentrate so that he wouldn't fall behind. Leaves above them fell as they were pursued, but now the pokemon had their own set of obstacles to deal with instead of open skies. There was a sudden humming and a couple branches exploded; a burning corpse tumbled out of the new hole in the dense canopy and vanished in some shrubs. A deafening boom rattled his teeth and Alexander's eyes widened. He felt Connor tighten his grip and pull him closer a couple inches. His shoulder slammed into a tree and Alexander stumbled as his body was whipped into another obstacle. Connor wasn't slowing down for anything and tried to let go of his hand.
Hell no, egghead.
Alexander tightened his grip and pulled himself alongside as another explosion rang out directly above them. Fighting past some saplings that blocked their way the duo found themselves sprinting onto a trail. Breathlessly they took it with stride as they put distance between them and the blast radius, clear of most the obstacles hindering them.
An orange blur shot past and Connor yelped when another corpse struck the ground in front of them. The man had never been in an actual fight before today. He was too emotional and stupid to keep his mind focused on the basics of running and gunning. Alexander shoved Connor forwards and literally began dragging him along.
The trial slowly morphed into a dirt road and a rusting steel barrier cropped out of the earth to block them. Connor finally started running again vaulted it with ease, but Alexander didn't have the same success
Connor pulled ahead and vaulted it with ease but when Alexander tried his foot caught the top of the barrier. The armor and equipment weighed an easy hundred pounds and the weather was stifling without all the fighting. The combined forces were sapping the energy out of him- he couldn't get enough oxygen in his lungs to replace was he was spending trying to escape. The added weight once again worked against him as Alexander tripped and slammed into the ground. Gravel and loose dirt bounced off his helmet and he grunted as all the weight transferred to his neck. He slid a couple feet before he managed to shove an arm under himself and push; lifting the weight from his neck to his shoulder, then his back, and finally to his boots as he rolled to his feet.
Alexander's tunnel vision was broken by a horrified teenager wearing ranger gear. There was a patch on his shoulder in the shape of a Starmie outlining an alolan Exeggutor.
The radio in his hands cackled to life. "James, what's the situation?"
It had suddenly gone silent. No explosions or birds calling to each other; only their labored breathing broke the silence. "We can talk this out..." James whispered weakly. The kid looked like he was going to faint and had was eyeing the machine guns the duo had. He had three pokeballs on his belt, and his hand that wasn't white-knuckling the radio was hovering above them. He slowly made a show of pulling it away. "See? No issues, right?"
The radio cackled again and repeated the question. Alexander saw the truck parked on the side of the road. Environmental protection officer. It explained why he was out here. That's who this kid was, some poor greenback fresh out of training who wasn't expecting to encounter the bad guys he had heard rumors of.
"We're the International Police!" Connor barked as he started towards the truck. "We need to evacuate the area immediately for your safety and our own."
He was using the cover story that the company had given them. It was well fabricated and was supposed to gain access to the ARK and explain the nature of their cargo, should it be discovered. It wasn't meant to be thrown at civilians. They held reservations that could last longer than the actual mission.
James might have bought it. He suddenly stood taller and passion burned in his eyes as he retorted, "That fire is threatening the lives of-"
"Get in the truck!" Alexander barked. He would not waste another second to try and convince this kid to leave. He took a step forward and James took a couple back, nearing the side of the road.
The weight of the weapon in Alexander's hand seemed lighter. It would be so easy to raise his arm and stop the situation from escalating. They could remain undetected. Nobody would find him for at least a day- maybe more if the explosion was as damaging as Connor feared. Either way, it would be more than enough time to disappear.
Alexander froze for arguably the first time in months. The company's elite would off the brat without a second thought. He wasn't the elite; he didn't cross that line so casually. Disgust wormed through his guts. He once again thought of the SABER program. They could have put this kid here to test him.
Was this even real? Or is this another test?
"Markus!" Alexander's cover name wasn't recognized and he looked at Connor blankly. He missed the sudden hitch in Connor's voice as James took a few steps off the path and into the jungle. The kid wasn't looking at him anymore and gazed nervously at something beyond Alexander. At that moment he noticed that the ranger's dark hair was being gently brushed aside by the wind.
A yellow warning symbol flashed across his visor. Alexander couldn't recognize anything other than it had existed because within the same moment a surge of energy struck him in his lower back. He heard his spine crunch as he was launched sideways and his lungs felt like they nearly ruptured with the force. He landed somewhere off the path and squeaked as the energy shot through him. The suit heated up as electricity raced through it and every square inch of Alexander's skin tingled with the sensation as it began to burn.
Before he could suck in a breath another deafening wave of energy descended on him.
A tree caught him as he was thrown by the force and he felt his helmet smash against its bark. Sheer winds lifted at his entire frame and kept him suspended above the ground as it tore into the rest of the jungle with ruthless abandon. An ancient hardwood toppled and the tree at his back jolted with the impact of it hitting the ground. Limbs nearly as large as the truck speared into the ground and Alexander felt his tree crack with the impact of something out of his sight.
Connor crossed his mind as Alexander mutely watched the forest around him silently crumble. If the little bastard survived this he would skin him alive. 'Nowhere near safe'- was he trying to get an award for understatement of the year? Did he even know how big the explosion was going to be or was this one of his little experiments?
The pressure on his chest dwindled suddenly and he would have eaten dirt if it wasn't for his helmet. Spots danced across his vision and he hiccuped, trying to get air into his lungs. His skin burned and he flinched as something within the material pricked his skin. A cold sensation began to seep from the area and Alexander grunted as it worked its way up his neck and into his limbs.
"Better?" Text filled an empty square on the HUD and Alexander squinted. "Your eardrums are recovering. We need to go; confirm if Connor is K.I.A. before the Toucannon come back."
There were now two hula dancers instead of three. Earlier it had been five, so Connor was counting himself lucky. The solar-powered figurines danced merrily from their plastic pedestals and seemed to mock his state of health. They were perfectly unharmed sitting on the floor and here he was wedged under the backseat of the truck with no recollection of how he had gotten there.
Thinking about it he had to give that grunt some credit for even making it as far as he did; a couple thousand-foot fall made his rollover seem minuscule in comparison. He couldn't even count how many of the cheap knickknacks were actually in front of him and remembered the grunt had been able to accurately shoot down the locals. It had to have been something the company was feeding him.
The stupid smiling faces diverged into three before melting into one once again. He swatted at it irritably and sent the dancer rolling somewhere under the front seat.
He still had coordination and proper control of his limbs. His ears were ringing, but what else was expected? He wasn't brain damaged, just delirious. Better off than the grunt, wherever the hell he ended up. His head was probably sprayed up a tree in a fine mist now, or flat under a fallen tree.
Connor blinked and quickly felt for his own helmet to check if it was still there. It was. Good. Brain damage was improbable after seeing what these helmets could stop.
Cursing, Connor reached out and grabbed the underside of the front seat and recoiled when he touched something sticky. Damn teenagers had no responsibility anymore. Wiping his hand on his pants Connor found a more sanitary handhold and tried to pull himself out. His vest caught on an exposed spring and screeched slightly as it dragged across the material. Not that he noticed, an orchestra of ringing was all that he could hear.
He winced as a piece of cold glass cut into his hand as he pushed himself up. There weren't any intact windows left and a hot breeze drifted through unhindered. Connor missed the air conditioning of his lab. The dry heat Orre had to offer was something he rarely had to deal with, but he had thought he had adapted to it. This heat was humid, a whole different thing to deal with. It tickled his lungs and he hacked out something that might have been ash or dirt- something that should not have been in his airways either way.
He banged his helmet on the roof of the cab and cursed. It had been crushed from the rollover and he wasn't making it out the back.
How was this happening?
A global crisis had unfolded and the company was on the brink of collapse. Those two things shouldn't be in the same sentence, or even individual sentences. They shouldn't be possible, the sheer amount of resources that the company had at their disposal was nearly in the realm of insanity. He himself had helped create life out of nothing for their amusement for Arceus' sake!
Bioweapons had suddenly been on the company's roster a while back. Connor had seen decades of data and research from just one event that had occurred in Unova. Some city had all its plantlife spontaneously die off and despite their best efforts the cause was never uncovered. It had led to tons of research that was abandoned until another incident occurred. They learned from that how other organizations had the resources to make bioweapons now, and they were suddenly in the next arms race to try and counteract the competition.
It was unfortunate that the company had discovered the creation of the bioweapons only after one had escaped a growing organization based in Kanto. They couldn't track it down after that, and the end of the search was never explained.
Team Rocket. Possibly the biggest threat the company had. They spread like bacteria and if they couldn't keep them suppressed in Hoenn, Connor had no doubts that even more violent methods would be pursued to shut the syndicate down. They couldn't risk having them grow, the group was already powerful enough that they could get their hands on restricted materials with ease.
The hula dancer rolled out from under the seat and stopped against his hand. Its joyful smirk leered up at him. His heart skipped a beat and the scientist's other hand reached out for the door handle. The damn kid was so messy that if a rattata popped out Connor wouldn't be surprised; he had seen vermin hang out in cleaner places. It still caused his heart to speed up slightly as he waited for an appearance.
The truck rocked suddenly and Connor yelped as the door by his head seemed to vanish. Light colored his pale face briefly before something blocked it out. Connor cowered against the floor and covered his head with his arms in preparation for an attack. He remained like that for a couple of seconds before he felt a light impact on a part of his exposed helmet. It happened twice more and slowly he uncurled. Blinking the spots out of his vision a gloved hand was outstretched and waiting for him.
It was the grunt. He pulled his hand back and started making gestures that Connor recalled as sign language. A smart idiot- that was rare.
"Are you injured?"
He shook his head and gasped when the grunt reached out and grabbed his arm. He tried to push him off as the grunt gave a firm yank and dislodged him from the cab. Connor cursed as he hit the ground and shot daggers at the incompetent fool. The helmet made the grunt impassive and Connor realized that he was trying to glare at somebody that he couldn't read.
Grunt either didn't care or couldn't be bothered with a reply as he left him to lay in the dirt. He pried open the driver's side door and leaned in. The tail lights suddenly glowed and the grunt moved to the bed of the truck. He stood still for a moment and strode over to Connor.
The scientist cursed again as he was manhandled. He was set on his feet and indignation settled on his face. The blank slate in front of him didn't care and the grunt stiffly grabbed his hand and started walking towards the edge of the road.
Connor was befuddled as they left the running vehicle to go for a walk instead. Grunt worked past some fallen limbs that still reached for the sky and Connor realized how lucky they were. They were no longer bathed in shadows, and as he looked up Connor could see a neat line where sheer winds had carved into the canopy. The treetops had been retired to mere obstacles for them to surpass.
Grunt suddenly lifted his weapon and fired into a fallen limb ahead of them. Connor heard the report of the weapon as if it was under feet of mud and he reached for his own firearm on impulse. He felt empty air and duly noted that he had lost his weapon.
Deciding it was safe Grunt continued on for a couple more feet before he was at the limb he had fired at. Connor's hearing was coming back and he realized that Grunt was talking.
Before he could voice his irritation, as if it mattered to the thug, Grunt suddenly turned and wrapped his arms around a thick limb nearby. Connor watched as the idiot struggled with it and almost began to applaud him when he moved it a couple inches. He stooped over it again and lifted, dragging it closer to the fallen limb.
He stopped and shook his head and Connor began to realize that his attention was focused on something under the limb. There were strange sounds tickling at the edge of his hearing. He couldn't decipher them and took a couple steps forward.
Grunt abruptly took a couple steps back and started unloading his magazine into a section of the limb farther down. Connor winced and covered his ears as the bark exploded and splinters quickly showered the area.
Grunt quickly slung his weapon over his back with a strap Connor had failed to see earlier and grabbed the limb. It gave where it had been fired on and Grunt pivoted it to the side, resting it on the other limb that had been moved.
He recoiled from something Connor couldn't see and the scientist flinched when he turned to him. His hands started to dance effortlessly again. "Stay, I'll be back."
Connor moved aside as the grunt stormed by. A pit formed in his stomach as he turned to the area Grunt had cleared. His feet betrayed him as they slowly edged closer. He saw a mop of black hair and with another step was standing over the prone form of the local fire watch.
The kid blinked slowly and Connor grimaced at the small trickle of blood running from the corner of his mouth. Lung damage. He couldn't tell how severe it was, but with his rapidly returning hearing, Connor could tell it was bad. One shaky breath in, and a wheezing cough that caused more of the dark red liquid to spatter on the kid's uniform.
It was easy to examine the near mortal injury because he never did have a kid of his own. Not that he had wanted one. The one thing you didn't want going into the organization was a family. They would become the Company's pawns to keep you in line. It worked- most of the employees were loyal to the very end.
Connor didn't have much of a family to begin with so they had resorted to other measures to keep him in check. One little tour through the supply chain for his lab's resources was more than enough to convince him that his loyalty would be vital if he wanted to retire. Preferably outside of a petri dish, as that was one way he could be 'retired'.
Grunt was back. Connor turned to him and blinked when he plopped a stretcher down beside the kid. The helmet shifted upwards a few degrees and his agitated voice crackled through the suit's speakers. "Move him onto the stretcher. Be careful of his legs, he's got two compound fractures."
Connor didn't budge. This broke procedures. "I know you can hear me- move it."
"You must enjoy flirting with the line, don't you? This counts as a Class B civilian, you are supposed to put him down!"
Grunt carefully reached under the kid's back and shifted him closer to the stretcher. The sound that came out of him startled Connor and he shifted on his feet as he was ignored by the bigger man.
"You do realize that with Chief gone I'm your boss, right? I hope you're ignorant or this counts as a Tier A infraction, which isn't excused by the current circumstances."
"Interpol had been trying to prevent a terror attack on the Alolan nation. The mission quickly destabilized with this new phenomenon and James here caught the tail end of it." Grunt monologed as he shifted the main bulk of the kid onto the stretcher. He did it with such utmost care that Connor had to wonder if he had done this before. "You said we were international police and James never saw the actual wreckage- there's no reason for him to be anything other than a Class D Civilian."
He said it so quickly and rationally that Connor needed a couple seconds to register it. Grunt waited a couple moments and continued. "Sorry Sir, but you seemed to have made a simple mistake trying to properly label this individual. Knowing your background you wouldn't be familiar with the systems we use, and under the clauses we have in effect I can and will help this civilian with or without your consent. There will be no repercussions on an attempt at one, or we will have an impasse and your seniority will be stripped and passed down to the next in command."
Connor stood struck dumb by the gall of this grunt. "How dare you question my authority and violate direct orders!" He needed assert who was in charge now, or this would end badly down the road. Mocking a deep breath, not unlike what Chief would do, he swelled up his chest and glared icily. "I'll give you one more chance to back down, kid."
Grunt seemed to freeze and Connor kept the smirk threatening to cross his face at bay. There was a faint sound of metal sliding against something and the supposed victory was forgotten as Alexander slowly drew a black kukri from seemingly nowhere in his suit.
"Off the record." Alexander paused and Connor realized that it was a command. The Rotom had probably stopped recording. He lifted the steel machete a couple inches and pointed it at him. "It would be a shame if the Toucannon came back. I'd have to report the loss of my comrades and then continue on with my life. You won't if you don't have your ass over here to save this kid's life in the next ten seconds. I'll hack you up into such tiny pieces that the local pokemon won't be able to put you back together. Do you understand me? You do not own me; you do not have the requirements now experience to own me. You are simply an equal at best, but if you want to stick to stripped rules then I'll play your game you won't like how it ends."
Connor felt the blood drain from his face. Grunt- no, Alexander, wasn't the idiot he thought he was. He knew the systems that he had tried to manipulate, and the soldier had no patience to play his games.
"It appears that we have reached an impasse. Code Lackluster is now in effect and the next person with seniority will be making orders now." Connor shuddered slightly as he could practically see the predatory smile on the other side of the plating. Alexander had him. A warning voice slipped through the speakers and Connor wondered with growing horror if he was in the presence of a psychopath. "Do you mind giving me a hand now? I think the local pokemon are coming."
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