The tasks I had to do were as Dr. T already informed to do, with more specifics added like support the researchers manually in the experiment in Lab 6 ( which means to tie the chains of Rapidashes as their horns are pulled out and replaced with a new mechanic horn with more attack features) , transport the discarded bodies of Rampardos and Purugly, etc, etc. Ten more relatable tasks like those were listed.
I was in a major dilemma of life whether I should complete the tasks truthfully to gain their support or make silly mistakes in turn to save them....
I finally considered to do the tasks honestly as if I make a mistake the Pokemons involved in the experiment has to go through more arduous tortures.
The task which caught my attention the most was to transfer the Pokemon 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗱 in 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗔𝗭 to Lab 4.
From this I can determine that there are 'sealed' rooms in this lab which protects the secret and I can't enter it without the main heads permission.
The other thing that bothers me, is the 'Room AZ' instead of numerics it is marked by alphabet. Is this a secret room for operations of any targeted Pokemon?
Like a patient in a general ward and the other in ICU.
I looked at the don'ts' and sneered.
❖ You can't record experiment details without authorization. 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱.
❖ You are all time under observation there is no blind spot. 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻𝘀.
❖ The captivated Pokemons can only be opened after order passed. 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲.
❖ You can't wonder around. 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱.
So in conclusion if a single hair is touched without permission from above you'll be killed. It proves indirectly that I'm an insignificant person who holds no value and can be finished anytime for it'll make no difference.
" Haah... " A deep exhale from soul.
I'm tired... But it's too late to retire for I have to relieve those Pokemons by hook or crook.
𝚃𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚃𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚃𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚃𝚒𝚗𝚐!
The alarm I set to get up for work rang. I groaned as I sat up laboriously and rubbed my joints to smooth the stiffness.
Two more coffees.
𝘈𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭. 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘥. 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬.
[ Good luck. She wished you too. ]
Silly bird : No! I told you to say 'Bang them Master! '
Absol : ....
Finally a smile appeared on me as Silly bird's pokeball vibrates. I can imagine the nagging silly bird and the silent Absol.
Opened the door and walked up with the GPS system unlocked in the ring. This also proved a tracking system is installed in this ring.
It wasn't time for breakfast so I went up straight to the Lab to complete my tasks.
Grrr....
Gulp.
My stomach rumbled with hunger as I swallowed water to keep myself stable.
The rest of the water I fed it to Buneary.
The hour hand crossed the 10th mark since the morning, now I felt a burning sensation of hunger coming from my stomach. The torturous scenes I've witnessed and the deeds I faithfully did to gain their trust racked my nerves to the limit.
I went to the Canteen and took the free sample provided. The taste was unfavorable, and every bite kind of gave me a subtle feeling.. it's like.. it's like.. I don't know how to describe. It felt like I shouldn't eat this as this was sinful but my stomach honestly gobbled those.
" Ugh why can't I eat peacefully?! Damn it! "
I grumbled pushed the remaining food aside and went out of the Canteen, when a sudden curiosity to know the reason for this feeling rose.
I walked back inside, into the Kitchen area and looked at the busy chefs.
" New face? what's up lad? " an enquiring voice came from behind the burning oven. The chef's hand didn't stop as it added ingredients and turned the boiling soup. The Chef's cap rocked back n forth left n right with his actions.
The kitchen was overall clean but still oilstains and other stains are still there. The tiles of the kitchen is getting yellowed and the smoke is not getting outside the ventilation is poor.
After the brief observation I stated the reason I came for.
" I wanted to look around as I'm new. The food was fulfilling but the favour didn't suit me. Can I ask adjustments? " I said in a deep monotonous tone.
My eyes sharply followed and observed the ingredients processed and quickly recognised the discarded parts and meat slabs from the pokemon...
" What? hahaha... quite a demand for a new face. Go! Go! either get your tongue adapt to the free meals or earn more points to give yourself fresh custom meals. Go, I'm already busy enough. The quality of the supplies are getting more bad lately... Damn! the soup overboiled! UGH!!! "
I nodded and went out, this place was no way suitable for me. If I could I wish to leave here immediately.
I rushed to the Toilet and vomited whatever was inside, from the moment I knew the ingredients my stomach was churning.
Rinsed my mouth splashed water to my face and looked at myself in the mirror.
Looks so liveless...
*BEEP * * BEEP*
" 𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗛, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗔𝗭 𝘁𝗼 𝗟𝗮𝗯 𝟰 ",
the sudden reminder from the ring from my hand woke me up. I braced my self and walked towards the way shown by the map.
...
" 𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚅𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙳 "
I presses the ring inside the groove made for authenticity test. The laser scanning was done in a second then the second test of my iris was done then password was asked which was the otp which was send to the ring after the iris scan.
Finally the locked door slid open with fogs and I moved inside. It was was a huge room inside which can't be understood outside.
The air conditioning was high inside and I rapped the coat tighter to myself to prevent from shaking and walked ahead observing.
The most eye catching factor inside the room is the fucking huge aquarium the size of maybe Colosseum and inside moved the majestic Wailord.
Attached to the aquarium is numerous wires and the other end are connected to the smart computers which was flexibly manipulated by 10 researchers. In the big screen in the left of the room is a LED tv which was showing the real time changes of the Wailord.
" Oh you're here? Are you the intern responsible for the transfer? Ajish? " A short plum middle aged person with a crooked nose and disheveled hair came forward to me.
" Yes, Sir. " I replied crudely then looked towards the Wailord, " I'm new here can you elaborate how to transfer the Wailord? "
" Hm? ok. The Wailord will be transferable after few more examination. After the end, you'll print the final result as we remove the pipes attached. Then you'll collect the Wailord in the Pokeball and transfer it to Lab 4. " he turned around the notes in the File .
After few alterations and changes he printed few notes and stacked it. I followed behind him and stood at a reasonable distance and observed him and others.
" Here , take this. The instructions are clearly written follow this procedure after taking the Wailord inside the Pokeball and transfer. Read it here and ask if any questions. "
I took it and gave a thorough read. The Wailord's attribute is water, they tinkered in it and added Ice, which got easily accepted by the Wailord. They got bold and tried to add Flying attribute that's where the elemental clash in its body started.
Still the Wailord comprehended Bounce and can stay afloat for a long time ( 1 min) then fall down and do heavy damage.
They tried to reduce its weight to make the duration longer and it had effect of additional 3 seconds longer duration which regained their hope.
Currently the Wailord is not given full meal for 6 months. The Wailord is to be transferred for practical examination then another alterations will be researched.
I looked up at the numerous pipes which continuously injects and rejects the purple fluids. It contains high level glucose centoxide fluorosine hydride which acts as energy drink to the Wailord even if it doesn't take food.
The solution is very strong to digest and turn it into energy which makes the Wailord having indigestion. But the excess energy is gradually turning as fat according to the report but it is not adding weight as it stays in semi liquid which they believe that the Wailord can use that stored energy in emergency cases just like Snorlax.
<p>After running the test for two hours, the results came out. <br/><br/>The Wailord was forcibly held by ten robotic arms equipped with claws and given midazolam injection ( used to produce sleepiness or drowsiness and relieve anxiety before surgery or certain procedures) . <br/><br/>I printed out the results and kept five extra photo copies as ordered in between the procedures. <br/><br/><strong>DRIP</strong>- <strong>DRIP</strong> * <strong>ORDER</strong> <strong>CONFIRMED</strong> *<br/>After the mechanic confirmation, the pipes detached itself from the big aquarium tank which produced thick purple smog . <br/><br/>We were already equipped with gas masks and the automatic ventilator fans started running and cleared the Lab. <br/><br/>The Wailord was seen floating at the bottom of the aquarium tank , it seems the dose kicked in effect very well. It has to be a very powerful solution to make that behemoth asleep so fast. <br/><br/>After the regulation checks and record scans of my identity and all from the ring, the Director in Charge of the Wailord came forward and gave the pokeball which was not seen in any of the Pokemon works back in my world. <br/><br/>The upper case was metallic silver and the lower part was darker grey. The ball was attached with wires in the trolley. <br/><br/>" Take the Wailord inside asap and move on to the designated way marked in the gps. " <br/><br/>I checked the ring the GPS showed no way . <br/><br/>" Wait, the OTP is send, copy it in the search box. " the instruction was short and crisp. <br/>After all the things he found necessary to say was over he turned to move away. <br/><br/>I did as told. <br/><br/>" What does the wire do? ", I asked nonchalantly as per my character setup. <br/>" How does it matter to you? " question back. <br/>" No deficiency should be kept in work. "<br/><br/>After a quiet and quick eye contact fight the answer came. <br/><br/>Running his fingers through the wires he stated, " Any real-time changes in the Wailord will be notified through this and as you guess for any mishaps by 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 to give them freedom or by people with itchy hands for profit..." , he looked at me with a hippie smile, " the Pokeball which is attached to the main computer~ Whenever it detects any - literally any error from the plan inputed- the weapons will be activated in the designated direction given in the GPS and then it'll go 𝗕𝗔𝗠! 𝗕𝗔𝗠! 𝗕𝗔𝗠! 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗!!" , he finished his tale with fanatical eerie laugh with excited eyes. When the excited eyes met the " are you done? " eyes the man clicked his tongue and sued to fuck off. <br/><br/>After understanding the whole thing my cognition was again refreshed. This world was too turmoil and dark. To be honest, I really took the mission in complete light manner ( a little bit after not getting the threat and pressure) 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 the proper planning and execution. Though I studied before from the Black app, when the matter of real execution came all knowledge came short. In this field everything depends on 'on spot reaction' , clever handling and experience or steel nerve to meet any situations. <br/>𝙸𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝? <br/>" Haah~... nope. I've got to brace myself. "<br/><br/>●○●○●○●○<br/><br/>*Walking through the path shown in the GPS* [ this is a secret path, not discovered before ] <br/><br/>They really hid it hard, the effort behind to build this kind of a secret lab which looks so tiny but God knows how much space it holds, doing more unimaginable things with Pokemons is.... nerve wrecking. <br/><br/>Nah, let's focus on the thing at hand. <br/><br/>I glanced at the Pokeball and thought of the details about the Wailord I read. The guilt growing with every step. I'm pushing it to another Hellhole with my own hands... <br/><br/>* Gulp *<br/><br/>I'm really pushing the trolley with the Pokeball, it weighed far more than the weight of Wailord. <br/><br/>" Nah... Focus. Yes! focus on the way. "<br/><br/>* after few minutes *<br/><br/>Damn. <br/><br/>Dozens of cold sweat tracked down the spine with every turn, as time grew I became more sensitive and can already pin point the direction of more than enough CCTVs camouflaged in the walls, corners, floors, flowerpots and even the portraits eyes moved it really freaked me. <br/><br/>I have a little stage fright and the intense attention on me put great pressure like I'm bulldozed by thousand of Tauros . Unknowingly, the psychic energy of mine seeped out. It worked exactly like a passive skill trying to protect the body subconsciously. <br/><br/>The Pokeball of Absol close to my heart shook thrice bringing me back to my senses and the psychic energy also cancelled out. ( I still didn't realize it) <br/><br/>" Ufff....Let's calm down. Haahh--- breath in n out... in n out... " <br/><br/><strong>TRANG! </strong>-- <strong>TRANG!</strong>- <strong>TRANG</strong>!<br/><br/>" ???!!!!! " <br/><strong>THE FUCK</strong>????!!!! <br/><br/> The surrounding was covered in red dye with the constant sirens. <br/><br/>𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔! 𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔! 𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔! <br/>Like in transformer movie, the walls shook and rotated 90° and revealed raser guns and all of them aimed at me. <br/><br/>A big spot light fell on me. <br/><br/>The protagonist. [ like hell, I am!! ]<br/><br/>What happened ? How did it happen? I didn't try anything... WTF!!!! WTF !!!! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! <br/><br/><strong>THE POKEBALL SHOOK. </strong></p>
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