[center][h3]Ω [color=gray]Niamh Elin Reimer[/color] Ω[/h3][/center]

The sound of an explosion in the distance alerted Niamh first, and the sudden tense in her muscles caused the Metang to stop instinctively, awaiting orders. [color=gray]”Head towards the explosion,”[/color] Niamh ordered, slipping her clipboard and pen into her backpack before standing again. As soon as she cleared the trees, the source of the explosion was clear: an Electabuzz, bright yellow-and-black, zigzagging through the forest with its rebel owner. 

Here Niamh’s choices opened up—she could either fly over and try to capture the rebel, or she could act the fool and simply fly over to the wreck. However, should anyone see her in the air right now, they guess that she had no intention of capturing the trainer and therefore no loyalty to the Regime. [i]I suppose a bruise or two would convince the cocky airheads in the Interrogation Department that pretty face can’t do much outside of the lab?[/i] Niamh thought, frowning. [color=gray]”Metang—head towards the escapees, pronto.”[/color]

Metang obeyed, gliding over silently but quickly. Niamh knelt down, gripping the installed metal handles for that very purpose as the pair came to a drifting hover over the Electabuzz and its trainer—a black-haired girl, by the looks of it. Niamh sighed. [i]Well, here goes nothing.[/i]

[color=gray]”Hey!”[/color] Niamh shouted down at the girl. [color=gray]”Stop right there!”[/color]

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[@A Tattooed Girl]