Angie gave a brief nod, keeping her ears erect for any sign of danger. As they turned the corner, they slowed their pace when they saw the server room door, as well as one of the terrified scientists. Greg chuckled to himself, cracking his knuckles. Angie on the other hand wasn't too happy about the abuse towards the scientists. Yes, he was one of the men that put them in this predicament, but she couldn't help but feel like scaring the fecal matter out of him wasn't the best thing to do.<br/><br/>Marshall speaking to her snapped her out of it, though, and she quickly followed him, the others not far behind. They soon came to a massive room, almost like a storage building, but it smelled of excrement and death. Angie covered her mouth and nose, disgusted and shocked at the state of the Pokemon in the room. Those that weren't sold to the highest bidder were under-weight, scrawny and distressed.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the sound of chirping, not like bird chirping, came from a nearby cage. A little brown fluffball pawed at the bars, calling out to Angie with gusto. "Crystal?!" Angie gasped, running to the cage and putting her hands on the Eevee's soft fur once again, tears in her eyes. "Briii!" Crystal chirped, rubbing herself against Angie and the bars. On the other wall of the room, Greg had also found his best friend, as he was smiling for the first time in ages, trying to pick the lock of a massive cage containing, what else? A snorlax. "We have to get them out of here!" Angie said, turning her head to look at Marshall. "We have to get ALL of them out of here."