Astral Domino! Your report, if you would.



Sir! I am pleased to report our operation went off, as they say, without a hitch. We have obtained, yes, all ten eevee, and edited the logs to say none were in the shop stock, as a precaution. None shall suspect anything for some time... with how the stock moves.



It will be... too late, when they do notice?



I am in agreement.



... and you and your team did this operation in... broad daylight?



Yah, sir.



... I hate to say it, but all of your reports, yours, those of each individual that was part of the operation, are impressive. I have to say, a very well done job, Miss Domino. Marks! Chapel, get that box down to our boys in the lab. Domino, should your promises hold true, Ill be informing the higher ups of this.



The look upon her face could have not been happier. It was the break she needed. My thanks, Cadel.



I know you need this. Ill see if i can sway Proton or her majesty into getting this team put together right... and that youre at the head of the operations. If I do manage it, Ill also send the right people your way. Marks, Chapel, Carren, anyone else you think would be fit for the opportunity...



He settled his elbows on his desk, placing his chin in his hands, looking her up and down. Eventually, he seemed to find what was bothering him. Wash that hideous color out of your hair as well. Tell your team the same, tomorrow. He notes, a sincere smile on his face.



She still hasnt managed to get her brain to decode her words correctly, but her new boss doesnt seem to mind her quirky speech one bit, ... you are meaning this, sir? Wash the flamingo out of my hair?



He doesnt let the chuckle escape his lips, one corner of his mouth pulling up slightly. He leans away from his desk, pulling his hands with him, stating as he motions about, We only make the grunts dye their hair. Gives them a sense of conformity and unity, when they first join. Also allows for hazing to be eliminated in most, look... Case and point is: are you a grunt, any longer, Miss Domino?



... no, sir.



Well then, Miss Domino. Youre dismissed. Ill be checking up on you bright and early, to see how the team buildings going.



I... I thank you, sir. I shall honorably accept my duties and position. She stumbles slightly, standing from her chair. She bows slightly, as she knows is proper in most Johto business practices. Making a move to open the door and leave, she finds that words stall her. Hold up ...Astral. Can you throw me a hint at your natural hair color? Youll look... different, tomorrow I feel.



She smiles, turning slightly to let him see her do so. Like the edges of the Murkrows wing. Then she escapes in a fluid movement, the door closing behind her with a soft click.