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A duo of Team Sigma grunts strode down the base corridor each with an arm full of paperwork. After screwing up their last assignment out in the field, they had been reassigned to distribute reports to the higher-ups throughout the base disguised as a regular cooperate office building in the middle of Sunyshore City. They grumbled and griped about the 'unfair' treatment and even started conversing on potentially starting a union. That is until they turned the corner and came face to face with one of their worst nightmares; the bright smiling face of Mr. Truman. All thoughts of unionizing and general ideas disappeared into a void as the two grunts snapped to attention and into awkward salutes as they balanced their stacks of papers.

"Good evening, sir!" The grunts chorused in unison.

"Good evening gentlemen. Excuse me, but I'm in a bit of a hurry." The grunts willfully obeyed the order and stepped aside to allow the portly man to pass. He disappeared as quickly as he came and left the two grunts to finish their rounds in silence. Meanwhile, Mr. Truman was busy fiddling with an old tape recorder in his hand after his little encounter with the two lowly grunts. "Report possible defectors 119 & 085 to re-education. Issue new order on adverse consequences on any talk of 'unionizing'." The memo, now added to his daily recordings, would ultimately seal the unknowing grunts fates.

The Team Sigma compound was smaller than the central hub that Mr. Truman was more used to, but the facility fulfilled its purpose and that's all that really mattered in his eyes. Plus with the smaller facility, came faster navigation and Mr. Truman soon found himself at the foot of the room that he had been looking for. 'R & D LAB', emblazoned on the filtered window of the door in front of Mr. Truman reaffirmed his location of where he wanted to be. Inside, the buzz and drone of top Team Sigma scientists filled the room, though the sounds of intellects fell silent in the presence of Mr. Truman except for a lone bubbling flask in the heat of a Bunsen burner. Everyone dropped what they were doing and snapped into crisp salutes.

"Good evening gentlemen," Mr. Truman offered with an easy smile, "Please, carry on. Though may I speak with the lead technician?"

"That would be me, sir," The lead technician didn't exactly step forward so much as his peers stepped away to reveal their colleague hiding near the back. Many of the other scientists sighed to themselves now knowing that they weren't the ones Mr. Truman had been looking for, but still kept tense and quiet demeanors.

Mr. Truman shuffled along the lab stations, careful to avoid the touch of the lower ranking engineers. "No need to worry my friend. Come; walk with me to the lab." He said, herding the lead technician along with him. "I'd just like to check up on the progress of project 'Epsilon'."

"Y-yes, of course! Right this way!" The lead technician nervously led the way to another door at the very back of the room. This door was unlike the plain wooden door with 'R & D LAB' neatly printed on it. This door was made of a solid block of reinforced steel with a steel frame that had been riveted into the wall. And unlike the wooden door with a simple dead bolt, this one had a numerical keypad on top of a facial recognition scanner with multi internal-tumbler locking systems. Now this may have seemed ridiculously unnecessary being that the safe like door had been set into a basic drywall, but this was a deception. Behind the crème colored plaster lay several inches of bunker grade steel that encased the entire room inside. In other words, only the few people who knew how to open the door would ever get into this room.

There was a pop and hiss as the internal locks disengaged at the lead technician's command inputs. The heavy plate of metal swung inward, inside, only a few lights illuminated the interior. Many of the other scientists not so discretely leaned away from their own work to hopefully catch a glimpse of what secrets beyond the door that their clearance denied them. Mr. Truman led the way into the highly secure back lab and activated the door's closing sequence on the other side's keypad. With another groan of metal on metal and the door resealed itself as the back lab flooded with more light. It was slightly larger than the fore lab and equipped with much more expensive and sleeker looking electronics. Computers hummed and pinged as automated information scrolled down the monitors. In the very center of the room was a chamber like structure with cables, wires, and tubs protruding out of every angle of it. Looking upon it filled the lead technician with a sense of wonder and fear on its capabilities. Mr. Truman merely smiled gleefully upon the crucial machine.

"How is the process going?" Mr. Truman asked, now walking up to the machine for a once over. The lead technician hastily made his way to one of the computers surrounding the ominous structure and cleared away the automated text. Some keystrokes later and he was reading the monitor over intently. At the same time, the front of the central machine slid aside to reveal glass container inside. The container was filled with a luminescent gold fluid, but more importantly was the creature that was held suspended within. Uxie, the legendary Pokemon of Knowledge, and now a prisoner to the whims of Team Sigma.

"Sir, the extraction process in at optimal levels. Receiving 2.2 deciliters per hour with 3.8 liters already extracted." Mr. Truman was impressed with what they have accomplished in just a short week, but this was only the start and much more needed to be done.

"And the other projects?"

"Yes sir," the lead technician moved to another lab station. Charts, blueprints, and a couple handwritten notes were strung about the chalkboard and workbench. Though what really stood out was what those papers were used for; the 'Mk-III' as the plans had labeled it was set up proudly on display right next to the setup. Humanoid in appearance, but with some obvious differences, the 'Mk-III' was a technological marvel. The entire unit stood 7 feet tall and the chest and shoulders were wider and larger to accommodate its internal power source that sat behind its 'ribcage'. It's 'head' and 'face' were much more angular than a real human's and its 'eyes' were two fixed cameras set into the head behind red lenses. Finally, its legs were much larger than the norm as to support and balance the entire construct.

The lead technician moved the notes away from the table to find a CD case hidden beneath. "Thanks to you and your pokemon's operation at the gala we now have the final component for the 'Mk-III' prototypes. With another week or so, they should be ready to deploy for field testing."

The production seemed adequate, but only that; adequate. "I want them ready for full deployment within the next week."

The lead technician gawked at the demand, "But sir, we haven't even completed initial computer simulations! We can't-" A cold glare cut him off. All sense of an easy going individual disappeared from Mr. Truman's face behind the callous glower as the lead technician quivered in fear.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but. When a superior gives a subordinate an order, the subordinate is to carry out said order without question, correct?"

"I-I-I understand sir, full deployment will be ready in the next week."

"Very good," Mr. Truman shifted back to his calm demeanor as quickly as he shifted out, "I am glad that we could come to an understanding. And as for the other project?"

The lead technician pulled a clipboard down from the chalkboard, careful to avoid any eye contact from now on as he flipped through the clipboard's pages. "Th-the electron-accelerating magnifier that you retrieved from the auction has been moved to the western hub for further breakdown, sir. My lab doesn't quite have the necessary equipment to do, uh, what you've asked." The lead technician expected Mr. Truman to strangle him right there and then and braced for the imminent punishment. One, two minutes passed without a word further drawing more cold sweat from the shaking lead technician.

"…Oh well, it can't be help." Mr. Truman finally broke the silence. "I'll put in the requisition forms for any equipment you need once you assess you inventory. I would like for you to request the EAM to be brought back here in the meantime, understood?"

"Yes sir!"

"Good. Then I guess I shall take my leave, have a good day."

"You too, sir!"

Mr. Truman left without another word and left the lead technician in the lab to begin the overwhelming tasks that he had been assigned. He was already anticipating how many hours, if not days, of sleep he was going to lose because of this.

Description
A duo of Team Sigma grunts strode down the base corridor each with an arm full of paperwork. After screwing up their last assignment out in the field, they had been reassigned to distribute reports to the higher-ups throughout the base disguised as a regular cooperate office building in the middle of Sunyshore City. They grumbled and griped about the 'unfair' treatment and even started conversing on potentially starting a union. That is until they turned the corner and came face to face with one of their worst nightmares; the bright smiling face of Mr. Truman. All thoughts of unionizing and general ideas disappeared into a void as the two grunts snapped to attention and into awkward salutes as they balanced their stacks of papers.

"Good evening, sir!" The grunts chorused in unison.

"Good evening gentlemen. Excuse me, but I'm in a bit of a hurry." The grunts willfully obeyed the order and stepped aside to allow the portly man to pass. He disappeared as quickly as he came and left the two grunts to finish their rounds in silence. Meanwhile, Mr. Truman was busy fiddling with an old tape recorder in his hand after his little encounter with the two lowly grunts. "Report possible defectors 119 & 085 to re-education. Issue new order on adverse consequences on any talk of 'unionizing'." The memo, now added to his daily recordings, would ultimately seal the unknowing grunts fates.

The Team Sigma compound was smaller than the central hub that Mr. Truman was more used to, but the facility fulfilled its purpose and that's all that really mattered in his eyes. Plus with the smaller facility, came faster navigation and Mr. Truman soon found himself at the foot of the room that he had been looking for. 'R & D LAB', emblazoned on the filtered window of the door in front of Mr. Truman reaffirmed his location of where he wanted to be. Inside, the buzz and drone of top Team Sigma scientists filled the room, though the sounds of intellects fell silent in the presence of Mr. Truman except for a lone bubbling flask in the heat of a Bunsen burner. Everyone dropped what they were doing and snapped into crisp salutes.

"Good evening gentlemen," Mr. Truman offered with an easy smile, "Please, carry on. Though may I speak with the lead technician?"

"That would be me, sir," The lead technician didn't exactly step forward so much as his peers stepped away to reveal their colleague hiding near the back. Many of the other scientists sighed to themselves now knowing that they weren't the ones Mr. Truman had been looking for, but still kept tense and quiet demeanors.

Mr. Truman shuffled along the lab stations, careful to avoid the touch of the lower ranking engineers. "No need to worry my friend. Come; walk with me to the lab." He said, herding the lead technician along with him. "I'd just like to check up on the progress of project 'Epsilon'."

"Y-yes, of course! Right this way!" The lead technician nervously led the way to another door at the very back of the room. This door was unlike the plain wooden door with 'R & D LAB' neatly printed on it. This door was made of a solid block of reinforced steel with a steel frame that had been riveted into the wall. And unlike the wooden door with a simple dead bolt, this one had a numerical keypad on top of a facial recognition scanner with multi internal-tumbler locking systems. Now this may have seemed ridiculously unnecessary being that the safe like door had been set into a basic drywall, but this was a deception. Behind the crème colored plaster lay several inches of bunker grade steel that encased the entire room inside. In other words, only the few people who knew how to open the door would ever get into this room.

There was a pop and hiss as the internal locks disengaged at the lead technician's command inputs. The heavy plate of metal swung inward, inside, only a few lights illuminated the interior. Many of the other scientists not so discretely leaned away from their own work to hopefully catch a glimpse of what secrets beyond the door that their clearance denied them. Mr. Truman led the way into the highly secure back lab and activated the door's closing sequence on the other side's keypad. With another groan of metal on metal and the door resealed itself as the back lab flooded with more light. It was slightly larger than the fore lab and equipped with much more expensive and sleeker looking electronics. Computers hummed and pinged as automated information scrolled down the monitors. In the very center of the room was a chamber like structure with cables, wires, and tubs protruding out of every angle of it. Looking upon it filled the lead technician with a sense of wonder and fear on its capabilities. Mr. Truman merely smiled gleefully upon the crucial machine.

"How is the process going?" Mr. Truman asked, now walking up to the machine for a once over. The lead technician hastily made his way to one of the computers surrounding the ominous structure and cleared away the automated text. Some keystrokes later and he was reading the monitor over intently. At the same time, the front of the central machine slid aside to reveal glass container inside. The container was filled with a luminescent gold fluid, but more importantly was the creature that was held suspended within. Uxie, the legendary Pokemon of Knowledge, and now a prisoner to the whims of Team Sigma.

"Sir, the extraction process in at optimal levels. Receiving 2.2 deciliters per hour with 3.8 liters already extracted." Mr. Truman was impressed with what they have accomplished in just a short week, but this was only the start and much more needed to be done.

"And the other projects?"

"Yes sir," the lead technician moved to another lab station. Charts, blueprints, and a couple handwritten notes were strung about the chalkboard and workbench. Though what really stood out was what those papers were used for; the 'Mk-III' as the plans had labeled it was set up proudly on display right next to the setup. Humanoid in appearance, but with some obvious differences, the 'Mk-III' was a technological marvel. The entire unit stood 7 feet tall and the chest and shoulders were wider and larger to accommodate its internal power source that sat behind its 'ribcage'. It's 'head' and 'face' were much more angular than a real human's and its 'eyes' were two fixed cameras set into the head behind red lenses. Finally, its legs were much larger than the norm as to support and balance the entire construct.

The lead technician moved the notes away from the table to find a CD case hidden beneath. "Thanks to you and your pokemon's operation at the gala we now have the final component for the 'Mk-III' prototypes. With another week or so, they should be ready to deploy for field testing."

The production seemed adequate, but only that; adequate. "I want them ready for full deployment within the next week."

The lead technician gawked at the demand, "But sir, we haven't even completed initial computer simulations! We can't-" A cold glare cut him off. All sense of an easy going individual disappeared from Mr. Truman's face behind the callous glower as the lead technician quivered in fear.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but. When a superior gives a subordinate an order, the subordinate is to carry out said order without question, correct?"

"I-I-I understand sir, full deployment will be ready in the next week."

"Very good," Mr. Truman shifted back to his calm demeanor as quickly as he shifted out, "I am glad that we could come to an understanding. And as for the other project?"

The lead technician pulled a clipboard down from the chalkboard, careful to avoid any eye contact from now on as he flipped through the clipboard's pages. "Th-the electron-accelerating magnifier that you retrieved from the auction has been moved to the western hub for further breakdown, sir. My lab doesn't quite have the necessary equipment to do, uh, what you've asked." The lead technician expected Mr. Truman to strangle him right there and then and braced for the imminent punishment. One, two minutes passed without a word further drawing more cold sweat from the shaking lead technician.

"…Oh well, it can't be help." Mr. Truman finally broke the silence. "I'll put in the requisition forms for any equipment you need once you assess you inventory. I would like for you to request the EAM to be brought back here in the meantime, understood?"

"Yes sir!"

"Good. Then I guess I shall take my leave, have a good day."

"You too, sir!"

Mr. Truman left without another word and left the lead technician in the lab to begin the overwhelming tasks that he had been assigned. He was already anticipating how many hours, if not days, of sleep he was going to lose because of this.