Marshall feeds the girl bits of food as she sits on his lap. As he hears Greg, he ponders for a moment.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">Might as well grive him the full run-down on things.</span></span><br/>He takes a deep breath. He lets Angie, Bruce, and Greg all know he's about to speak before detailing his plan.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"These people rely on surveillance and 'surgical enforcement' in order to keep us in check. The compound is large and well-protected, yes, but in terms of security manpower it's stripped to more or less a bare minimum."</span></span><br/>He lets the statement sink in for a few moments. As he continues, he details his reasoning.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"Think about it. When have you ever seen more than a handful of guards at once? There can be no more than three guards to each of us - and I doubt there are even that many. And, in a tight situation, at least Greg, Bruce, and myself should be able to take down a number of them with relative ease."</span></span><br/>Once again, he lets it all sink in before going on. By now, he's smiling a little - masking it by doing silly, funny things with the Eevee girl.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"Now consider this: these scientists and goons have a number of our pokémon in custody. I know they are alive - partially because I can feel them - the strongest of them - and partially because I know that they are important potential resources to these people. If we can find our pokémon, they will fight with us. We may look different, but they'll be able to identify us by scent."</span></span><br/>He takes a few bites to eat before going on.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"If we can knock their security routine off balance for a short while, we'll be able to use that to our advantage. These kinds of security setups rely on a very exact balance. And if we're all in on it, any lockdown attempted will prove altogether futile - what obstacles cannot be destroyed by our pokémon-like strength can be circumvented by normal human intelligence."</span></span><br/>He begins tickling the girl, who giggles uncontrollably.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"I understand that the fact that we're going for our pokémon will be obvious from the start. That's why we will not go in that direction when we begin our escape. We'll take a longer way, that goes through the testing areas. They'll panic and try to defend their equipment and data, and as they converge there, we change direction just before we're encircled. Scent, hearing, and my own ability to sense presences will allow usto time that effectively. Then, as we smash our way through the weaker line of goons, we'll be able to go straight for the place they keep our pokémon, virtually unopposed."</span></span><br/>Marshall puts the girl down, and makes a half-heard excuse that he's going for a drink. The final bit of telepathy is done as he walks towards the water.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"What I need is more time to do readouts. Finding out the pokémon they have available - by scent, most likely - and mapping out the areas between here and the testing area as much as possible. With that information, I can begin to make more reasonable conclusions and edit and elaborate the plan as necessary. But the end objective should be this - get my dragonite to open air. He's fast even by dragonite standards, and can deliver a message directly to the nearest police precinct - the resulting raid will set us free even if we can't get away from the facility before we're recaptured - which, thinking about the thurough security measures and the fact that we'll be dragging cripples and children along, is not unlikely. With my dragonite, however, we can safely assume police response time will be a maximum of two hours. They'll not be able to recapture -and- effectively relocate us within that time period."</span></span><br/>As he finishes his telepathy, Marshall smiles a little to himself. As far as he was concerned, he'd drawn out a very plausible escape plan with very limited information. What did the others know that he didn't, though? It was about time to figure out, he concluded, waiting for the three to make their observations clear to him.