Angie smiled at him, happy that he had a friend he could depend on. There didn't seem to be too many people here that tolerated him, but she really liked him. Sure, she liked everyone, but he was different from the rest. He was all too like her younger brother Alex, who had also been turned into a Psychic type by those mad men. 'Hopefully his life doesn't end like Alex's did...' she thought, closing her eyes and falling back to sleep.<br/><br/>She awoke to the sound of the metallic doors opening with a clang, and multiple men running in with their guns and nets. Her ears tilted downwards further as she saw a few of them approach Marshall's tree with a Hitmonlee in tow. The Pokemon gave a strong kick to the tree, sending the Gallade down into the hands of the guards, who quickly bound his hands and arms with an odd rubbery plastic that wound around his torso like a weird straightjacket. With multiple guns aimed at him, they led him away. Angie laid her head back down, appearing saddened. "Please... don't do anything you might regret..."<br/><br/>The scientists did their usual thing with newer PokeMorphs, almost identical to a checkup from a doctor, but a few extra things. Normally, this would be the end of it, but Marshall was far more developed by this stage than many of the others. One scientist looked to the other and muttered "He seems to be stable enough for the next step... Should we?" The other nodded briskly, ready to collect more data. With that, the Gallade was led into a blank white room, the only thing worth mentioning was the near invisible window way up above him, where a control panel and multiple scientists sat behind a thick pane of glass. Then, with the press of a button, the test began.<br/><br/>A bunch of small targets went flying from the walls, each with the instruction to not get hit programmed in them. This was to see how well he did in combat with multiple enemies.