Marshall grins a little. He leans in and whispers.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"The plan isn't escape - it's just to look like it. My plan is all about getting the authorities here, so they can free us. I do believe the police will see to it that noone's left in the care of these damned bastards."</span><br/>He leans back again and smiles at her. The next bit comes telepathically.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"I have every aspect of the plan clear, it just needs detailing. But the plan will leave no room for anyone to be left behind, and it involves the complete decimation of these guys' project. As long as the final objective is accomplished - getting my dragonite into open air - there can be no middle ground."</span></span><br/>He ruffles her hair gently.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"So try not to worry about it. The strong will fight continously for the hours it may take the police to reach us. And we'll have pokémon with us that may be used against these guys too. We'll be fine. And should the plan go awry, I'll point out my psychic abilities and chalk it down to mental suggestion. I'll be the one to take the fall."</span></span>