Angie was silent, unable to think, unable to reason. She covered her face behind her knees. It was all too terrifying.<br/><br/>Bruce gave Marshall a dark look at the idea of smashing this man turned monster. "He isn't fully stone, and maybe you have a higher level of tollerance than everyone else here, but regardless, you aren't doing that. It's desecration of life, even if that life WAS one of them" His eyes turned to the scraps of black clothing that had been on him. On the front of the shirt was a large, red R.<br/><br/>Angie wrapped her arms around her knees. "Please.... just leave him alone, Marshall. They probably have recordings of the transformation, so there's no need for that..."<br/><br/>Speaking of the devil, the doors opened, and in came a few of the thugs with a few Psychic types to help with the heavy lifting. However, they didn't look oblivious to the pain as they normally were. They were somber as they ordered their Pokemon to use Psychic to lift the Onix. After all, this was someone they knew, their friend. He had told one of the scientists off, exclaiming that this wasn't the right thing to do, and he was used as the example of what happened to people who disobeyed. The door shut behind them, and everything was silent again.