Marshall, smiling as Angie dodges the enforcers,  leads those who got away down a few hallways. While many seem to be sprinting for their lives, Marshall himself seems to find the pace rather easy. He looks to Angie.<br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"Judging by the density of pipes in the hallway, and the rime on said pipes, we're getting close to a cooling tower. A cooling tower means a server room. In any research facility, that's a hub - a crossroads - so we'll find a map there. If we have the time, we could also smash some of the servers to bits to make rocket's life awkward."</span><br/>Turning a corner, a single terrified scientist bangs on a door that indeed reads "SERVER ROOM". Marshal grins. These guys won't open the door to save one of their own if it means their research will be in danger, and this guy is clearly not in a state where he will think clearly. Calmly walking over to the scientist, he grabs him by the coat and makes a threat display of his elbow blade, putting it next to the scientist's neck. A brief moment of resistance ensues, but the man in the lab coat quickly yields.<br/><span style="color: #BF4000">"Alright! Alright. You got me. Please, don't hurt me."</span><br/>Marshall growls at the scientist, delivering a punch to his stomach just to show he's capable of doing just that.<br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"You have three seconds. Where are our pokémon!?"</span><br/>The scientist gulps. Marshall can feel the fear on him, and as the man speaks, there is no deception.<br/><span style="color: #BF4000">"Straight the opposite way, second stairs on your left side. Two floors up."</span><br/>Marshall whacks the man on the head, knocking him out cold instantly. He then turns to the control panel on the door, on which<span style="color: #FF0000">LOCKDOWN</span>can be seen in bright red letters. He shoves his elbow blade into it, sealing the door - and trapping anyone inside. He then turns to the rest of the party.<br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"You heard the man. I'm on point. Angie, stay right behind me and see if you can sniff out trouble before it arrives. Greg, you take up the rearguard. Bruce, next to me. Everyone else, be prepared."</span><br/>Leading the party onwards, Marshall moves as fast as possible, not daring to leave anyone fight-capable behind.