Marshall smiles at Angie as she thinks about the possibility of extermination.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"Getting my dragonite on the wing is only part one of the plan. The escape is meant to get us out of their clutches - but in the not unlikely event that that should fail, we can buy time for the police to arrive. Should the party have to stop, those of us who can fight will do exactly that - but in the end, I don't think it'll come to them killing us. We represent a signifigant investment, and they've only recently been able to get good results - and that's mostly luck. They need us in order to consistently make successful hybrids."</span></span><br/>He hops down from the tree.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"We should get some rest."</span><br/>He walks towards a nearby tree, and hops into it. It hadn't occurred to him before, but he's never really been fond of heights - yet now, he climbs high into trees to sleep.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">Just another thing these scientists will have to answer for.</span></span>