Her ears twitched, he had a point. "But, I always assumed they were just tested further to see how they could use their skills to escape..." Suddenly, she was pulled into a hug. Angie blinked, cheeks flushed with surprise. Once he told her his plan, she nodded, though she still had her doubts. After all, it was much more useful to see what could all go wrong than focusing on the slim chance of them making it outside the compound.<br/><br/>Suddenly, those near the food let out shouts. Angie turned to see multiple men in black storm in, throwing nets over some of the PokeMorphs. "Oh no... not the testing" She could already feel the electric charges surging through her, the tight bindings as they held her down to a slab, the painful pricking of needles. This happened every few days: the men would come and gather up some of the experiments, spend multiple hours testing on them, seeing how their development was going, then released them back into the habitat. The next day, different PokeMorphs would be nabbed. It was a process, a painful, agonizing process, mostly for those at the receiving end.<br/><br/>And today, Angie was one of them. She didn't fight back as they netted her and pulled her away. She didn't even make a sound.