The Accident [ II ]

<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>