#vntrustus

[puzzleprxfessxr]

@vntrustus

“Pardon me, but what are you doing out so late in the evening?”

[artxficialdesxgn]

@vntrustus has entered the lab

          Ƹ̵̡ ⁑ ☕ ⁑ Ʒ   ❝Hey, so I was hoping to talk with you for a minute if that’s cool. I brought cocoa if you want some.❞

[gruntboss]

@vntrustus as promised!

❝  Ｍａａａａｎ ！ Why’s it gotta’ end just when it starts to get good? ---And don’t say it’s ‘cause I get impatient! I’m the most patient guy I know ! ❞ White gloved fingers speckled with blood, pressed to the man’s chest as he spoke aloud to the dimly lit air of the ransacked pokemon day care center. Before him was a man, or well, technically, was, a man. The body was still warm as the Executive bent at his hip to squint disapprovingly at the lifeless eyes that stared aimlessly down. A series of wounds-- mostly shallow to derive the most pain as possible without lethality covered the man’s arms and neck. It had drenched down the man’s front-- creating a sanguin puddle against the floor where Proton’s boot stood. The Rocket shakes his head with a ‘tsk’ click of his tongue. It couldn’t be helped. Some people just couldn’t stand to lose just a little blood before they’d drift away. So boring. He didn’t even get to see the light drift from this sucker’s eyes, least of all any password. He kicked out the leg of the chair, making it fall backwards to clatter, tied up body and all down against the tiled floor as the light above flickered in and out, casting shadows against the mess of rubble and carnage. He sighs as he wipes each side of his knife against his pant leg, listening for a reply. Which he doesn’t get.

He huffs, hooding his eyes as he cranes his head in the direction of a hall when Petrel doesn’t answer him. 

❝  Oi! Petrel! Did ja’ get the thing open yet? I wanna see if we got anything worth the Boss’ attention ! ❞

He heads down the short distance, poking his head into the room Petrel was in. this was just a small time gig to pass the time. Proton’s idea of course, he was bored and managed to get Petrel to pander to him. Which honestly, wasn’t that hard to do. They got along often enough that Proton actually considered the other Executive a friend. He stalks over to the seated Petrel who at the time was attempting to break into the system. With no regard to personal space, Proton lurches over one of Petrel’s shoulders, squinting at the screen of the computer--- he can’t make any sense of it. It was a good thing he had Petrel come along. Getting any password out of the now expired daycare worker had been a bust.