Marshall looked over the room of pokémon, swiftly finding his team. Of all the pokémon, his Dragonite seems to have taken the worst beating, but still appeared energetic. All of them recognizes Marshall's scent, and he wastes no time setting them free. He then strides over to a nearby map, looking over it. He then turns to his fellow escapees.<br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"There's a storage room on the way out, not too far from there. We may find useful items. And -"</span><br/>He's stopped in his tracks by an observation.<br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"Hang on. Each of you have been transformed into a species of pokémon matching your favourite companion."</span><br/>He looked at his team. Noone even remotely resemling a Gallade was a part of it. He looked to the rest before snapping out of it.<br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"Nevermind. Let's just get out of here."</span><br/>He kicks open a door, finding the hallway beyond deserted. As he thought, security was based on intelligence and not force. With a little bit of wit, the facility's security could be defeated.<br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"Let's move! Don't let your pokémon fight unless absolutely necessary, at least until we've found something to patch them up."</span>