Chapter 22 - Start to Hunt for a Cure
To say that Cyrus was emotionally imbalanced was a technical understatement.
Butch might have said the man was almost psychopathic, if his own body would have let him. It was as though the man was out to kill everyone in the building who would have set him off, which was everyone.
And to top it all off, the girl's escape had placed everyone on their toes, including Charon, who was thought to receive the most horrible of punishments by the general community.
At this particular moment, Cyrus was pacing in his office, drinking strong coffee in order to not fall into the clutches of another one of Darkrai's nightmares. He was presently alone, a report from earlier in the morning lying scattered on his desk, containing the information concerning the failed attempt to capture the teen, who had somehow managed to escape from her cell without too much trouble. The Galactic leader had just issued the order that the leader of that Galactic squad be placed on clean-up duty for the scientists, whose experiments were becoming much more brutal. It was a wonder that none of the Pokemon had died yet.
But then again, these were the ones that had been used by the other-wordlers...
Cyrus' eyes moved to the warp panel as Charon stepped off it. The old man was visibly nervous, and looked like he would rather lock himself in his assigned room rather than face him.
"You called for me?" the scientist asked.
Cyrus placed the white coffee mug on his desk. "I want you to so something for me."
"Ask, and it shall be done," Charon replied with a calm shrug, using one of the more common phrases the grunts used.
"I want a Pokemon that can allow me to sleep. No dreams or nightmares."
Charon became slightly puzzled. "We could get a Pokemon that knows Hypnosis - a Drowzee or a Hypno, perhaps -"
"Those aren't the Pokemon I'm referring to." Cyrus eyed Charon with a glare. "I want you to find Cresselia."
Charon blinked in surprise, then nodded. "I'll send a squad out, see if they can find one. Would you like The Boy to -"
"No. Have him do it when you bring the Pokemon to me."
Charon nodded again, then turned and started to step back onto the warp panel.
"One more thing."
The scientist paused, one foot hovering over the panel.
"I want that boy watched at all times. Put a guard in his cell if you have to. I don't want him getting any ideas."
Charon smiled ruefully. "Of course, sir." He stepped onto the warp panel and vanished.
Cyrus turned his attention to his office window as he picked up his coffee, watching as lightning raced across the lower levels of the thunderclouds.