Capítulo 58: EPISODE 58: Squadron*
The helicopter descends at the far reaches of the city. Each grunt is geared up with awareness and composure. They are determined as ever, with their eyes set on victory.
Trepidation succumbs to my mind, making it brittle and soft. I hop out of the helicopter, overthinking about what's to come.
Laboratory-P39 is one of the council's largest structures. It is only two miles away from the city, but even the slightest sound of terror and chaos can awaken the Pokemon Police Department.
"I don't like where this is heading," I tap Xavier's shoulder and cloaked myself with my arms, complaining about such an inadequate look.
"This is what it looks during a raid. Pokemons battle for us, while we obtain what the boss wants us to obtain." Xavier converses.
From the abundance of silence and serene comes the sounds of chaos and turmoil. Grunts start to attack the gates of the laboratory, gathering the attention of the wardens at the same time.
Pokemons against Pokemons, wrath against wrath, these are what my eyes see wherever they turn. I remain low and kept myself hidden from all the commotion. While they fight and stress their own selves, I look for another entrance into the laboratory.
Charlotte and Xavier doesn't know about this since their minds are busy fighting off the Pokemons belonging to the opposing organization.
At the edge of the laboratory, I found a small vent wherein crawling through is an option. I sent out Mawile to use Vice Grip on the vent doors. Her enormous yet odd jaw crunched the doors into tiny fragments.
The commotion continues to rage like a riot while I crawl upon the depths of the laboratory vents. Sometimes it's about outsmarting your opponents which leads you to success. Although, it is also possible to outmaneuver a person who is trying to outsmart you. That's if, you are fully aware of their plans.
As I crawl through the ceilings while making the most subtle noise, something caught my attention from below. I peeked through the blinds only to see professor Violet in an overwrought look. She seems to be complaining about something.
"Well, you could've told us sooner!" She shouts at the person she is talking to through her phone.
"Hmph! Alright, alright." Violet responds viciously to the person she is currently talking to. She takes a remote control from a wooden desk and presses a red button.
I grew curious about what she was trying to do but she scrambled out of the room immediately. Everything came off normal at first when suddenly my nostrils scented a peculiar and odd aroma.
I tilt my head to the back and that is when I saw a puff of green smoke heading to me. I look forward and saw the same puff heading towards me as well.
The closer the smoke gets to me, the harder time for me to breathe. I have no choice but to respond by punching down the vent door and jump to the room before the gas starts to suffocate me.
Once again, Professor Violet outmaneuvered me and my ideas. After jumping from the vents, I scramble to find a way out. My hands try to twist the doorknob with a boisterous pace yet it seized to open.
I start to panic as the green smoke enters the room gradually, suffocating me slowly. The speaker located on the upper corner of the room starts to speak with Violet's malicious laughter.
"Well isn't that nice, the murderer is trapped, trying so hard to escape." Violet disparages through the speaker. I respond with ignorance, trying earnestly to escape before dying due to suffocation.
"How I pity her yet she showed no compassion to her dearest sister," Violet adds. It irks my spirit. The sudden feeling of wrath intensifies as try to kick down the door.
I tilt my head upwards and saw the smoke entering the room. I estimated that it would take about five minutes in order for the smoke to fully succumb to the room, killing me in the process.
"What would her mother think of her. A daughter with the blood of an innocent being.
I want to help you, but I'd figure that it would be best to get what you deserve. Escape if you can, everyone is rooting for you. Oh wait, they're all busy outside. I guess you have to wait! Ta ta." Violet utters. She gave a vicious laughter at the end before disconnecting the speaker.
"Help anyone!" I plead. I am running out of options to the point I tried to dash and break the door. It stands firm however, keeping me inside as the smoke fills a quarter of the room.
Two minutes have passed and the particles start to enter my nostrils. I start to cough while my lungs slowly deteriorate due to the immense smoke. What kind of mixture did they put in that thing in the first place?
I seized to give up and tried to knock out the door with the energy I have left. I also continue to beg, hoping someone would hear my plead.
The smoke now fills half of the room, and the sensation of lethargy encompasses my body. My arms became stiff, my legs became numb, making it impossible for me to run or walk decently. My mind feels nauseous, and in the meantime, my lungs are somewhat heavy. My mouth then coughs severely.
Due to the lack of oxygen and stamina, my body decides to give up and lean on the door instead. "Help... help me." I plead with a hoarse and fragile tone. The last of my strength knock on the door one last time as the music of the ninth symphony starts to play. Now, hope seems like a figment.
REFLEXIONES DE LOS CREADORES 
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NotUse The traitor has been hinted. If you have a sharp eye, you've probably noticed it.
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