The goobers! :]

"Catalyst, don't worry. We'll get away from them and then we can deal with those injuries of yours. Just try not to yell out, for both of our lives."

[Catalyst, clasped in Foxglove's arms, clutching their blood soaked shirt, didn't say anything but nodded in acknowledgement.]

"Alright, Oh son of a-!" [A revolver is pulled and a single shot is fired, resonating through the chamber as the pursuer falls to the ground in a grunt, clutching their left kneecap]

"They'll be all over us now, just hold on, there's an exit door." [There's a creak of rusty hinges, a door slamming, and the sound of something being pushed in front of the door. The 2 have ended up in an alley way, sopping wet and out of breath.]

"Anyone on the line? This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. Our mission went off the rails and Catalyst has been injured. Requesting assistance."

[The only response was yet again, radio silence.]

"Any station, please respond. This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. We have just escaped a zoraxis pursuit, but Catalyst has been injured. A tourniquet has been applied and pain relievers have been administered. Requesting assistance ASAP."

[An audible grunt of pain is heard as Catalyst moves their shot arm and Foxglove gently holds their wrist while quietly chastising them for getting shot.]

“Buggy i’m outside! Agents Catalyst and Foxglove was it? Do you have any idea where you are or should I start trying to track your signal?”

[she places the two stuffed raccoons at the door, Patrick hisses at them and goes to his corner]

Should keep him in maybe… ALRIGHT LETS GO!

Also Wraith is the partner I was talking about I think!! HI WRAITH BUDDY!!

[Her phone is propped up on the dashboard, and there’s a bag on the floor of the passenger’s side. The phone shows a map with two red dots, the dots disappear and reappear randomly.]

"That's good. I would suggest you get here in less than 40 minutes, I think our pursuers have found out where we went."

[She hops into the passenger’s seat]

"Phew, thanks. I think the crate was about to fall over from the amount of banging on the other side."

"Sir isn't going to be happy with the fact I got injured, is he?"

HIII! Sir? OH GREY RIGHT? The nice friend? OH ALSO YOU OKAY? I KNOW SOMEONE IN MEDICAL WHO CAN HELP YOU BOTH!! Oh for now though need help getting patched up? I can help with that!

"Catalyst, don't worry. We'll get away from them and then we can deal with those injuries of yours. Just try not to yell out, for both of our lives."

[Catalyst, clasped in Foxglove's arms, clutching their blood soaked shirt, didn't say anything but nodded in acknowledgement.]

"Alright, Oh son of a-!" [A revolver is pulled and a single shot is fired, resonating through the chamber as the pursuer falls to the ground in a grunt, clutching their left kneecap]

"They'll be all over us now, just hold on, there's an exit door." [There's a creak of rusty hinges, a door slamming, and the sound of something being pushed in front of the door. The 2 have ended up in an alley way, sopping wet and out of breath.]

"Anyone on the line? This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. Our mission went off the rails and Catalyst has been injured. Requesting assistance."

[The only response was yet again, radio silence.]

"Any station, please respond. This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. We have just escaped a zoraxis pursuit, but Catalyst has been injured. A tourniquet has been applied and pain relievers have been administered. Requesting assistance ASAP."

[An audible grunt of pain is heard as Catalyst moves their shot arm and Foxglove gently holds their wrist while quietly chastising them for getting shot.]

“Buggy i’m outside! Agents Catalyst and Foxglove was it? Do you have any idea where you are or should I start trying to track your signal?”

[she places the two stuffed raccoons at the door, Patrick hisses at them and goes to his corner]

Should keep him in maybe… ALRIGHT LETS GO!

Also Wraith is the partner I was talking about I think!! HI WRAITH BUDDY!!

[Her phone is propped up on the dashboard, and there’s a bag on the floor of the passenger’s side. The phone shows a map with two red dots, the dots disappear and reappear randomly.]

"That's good. I would suggest you get here in less than 40 minutes, I think our pursuers have found out where we went."

[She hops into the passenger’s seat]

"Phew, thanks. I think the crate was about to fall over from the amount of banging on the other side."

"Sir isn't going to be happy with the fact I got injured, is he?"

HIII! Sir? OH GREY RIGHT? The nice friend? OH ALSO YOU OKAY? I KNOW SOMEONE IN MEDICAL WHO CAN HELP YOU BOTH!! Oh for now though need help getting patched up? I can help with that!

"Catalyst, don't worry. We'll get away from them and then we can deal with those injuries of yours. Just try not to yell out, for both of our lives."

[Catalyst, clasped in Foxglove's arms, clutching their blood soaked shirt, didn't say anything but nodded in acknowledgement.]

"Alright, Oh son of a-!" [A revolver is pulled and a single shot is fired, resonating through the chamber as the pursuer falls to the ground in a grunt, clutching their left kneecap]

"They'll be all over us now, just hold on, there's an exit door." [There's a creak of rusty hinges, a door slamming, and the sound of something being pushed in front of the door. The 2 have ended up in an alley way, sopping wet and out of breath.]

"Anyone on the line? This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. Our mission went off the rails and Catalyst has been injured. Requesting assistance."

[The only response was yet again, radio silence.]

"Any station, please respond. This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. We have just escaped a zoraxis pursuit, but Catalyst has been injured. A tourniquet has been applied and pain relievers have been administered. Requesting assistance ASAP."

[An audible grunt of pain is heard as Catalyst moves their shot arm and Foxglove gently holds their wrist while quietly chastising them for getting shot.]

“Buggy i’m outside! Agents Catalyst and Foxglove was it? Do you have any idea where you are or should I start trying to track your signal?”

[she places the two stuffed raccoons at the door, Patrick hisses at them and goes to his corner]

Should keep him in maybe… ALRIGHT LETS GO!

Also Wraith is the partner I was talking about I think!! HI WRAITH BUDDY!!

[Her phone is propped up on the dashboard, and there’s a bag on the floor of the passenger’s side. The phone shows a map with two red dots, the dots disappear and reappear randomly.]

"That's good. I would suggest you get here in less than 40 minutes, I think our pursuers have found out where we went."

[She hops into the passenger’s seat]

"Phew, thanks. I think the crate was about to fall over from the amount of banging on the other side."

"Sir isn't going to be happy with the fact I got injured, is he?"

"Catalyst, don't worry. We'll get away from them and then we can deal with those injuries of yours. Just try not to yell out, for both of our lives."

[Catalyst, clasped in Foxglove's arms, clutching their blood soaked shirt, didn't say anything but nodded in acknowledgement.]

"Alright, Oh son of a-!" [A revolver is pulled and a single shot is fired, resonating through the chamber as the pursuer falls to the ground in a grunt, clutching their left kneecap]

"They'll be all over us now, just hold on, there's an exit door." [There's a creak of rusty hinges, a door slamming, and the sound of something being pushed in front of the door. The 2 have ended up in an alley way, sopping wet and out of breath.]

"Anyone on the line? This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. Our mission went off the rails and Catalyst has been injured. Requesting assistance."

[The only response was yet again, radio silence.]

"Any station, please respond. This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. We have just escaped a zoraxis pursuit, but Catalyst has been injured. A tourniquet has been applied and pain relievers have been administered. Requesting assistance ASAP."

[An audible grunt of pain is heard as Catalyst moves their shot arm and Foxglove gently holds their wrist while quietly chastising them for getting shot.]

“Buggy i’m outside! Agents Catalyst and Foxglove was it? Do you have any idea where you are or should I start trying to track your signal?”

[she places the two stuffed raccoons at the door, Patrick hisses at them and goes to his corner]

Should keep him in maybe… ALRIGHT LETS GO!

Also Wraith is the partner I was talking about I think!! HI WRAITH BUDDY!!

[Her phone is propped up on the dashboard, and there’s a bag on the floor of the passenger’s side. The phone shows a map with two red dots, the dots disappear and reappear randomly.]

"That's good. I would suggest you get here in less than 40 minutes, I think our pursuers have found out where we went."

[She hops into the passenger’s seat]

"Catalyst, don't worry. We'll get away from them and then we can deal with those injuries of yours. Just try not to yell out, for both of our lives."

[Catalyst, clasped in Foxglove's arms, clutching their blood soaked shirt, didn't say anything but nodded in acknowledgement.]

"Alright, Oh son of a-!" [A revolver is pulled and a single shot is fired, resonating through the chamber as the pursuer falls to the ground in a grunt, clutching their left kneecap]

"They'll be all over us now, just hold on, there's an exit door." [There's a creak of rusty hinges, a door slamming, and the sound of something being pushed in front of the door. The 2 have ended up in an alley way, sopping wet and out of breath.]

"Anyone on the line? This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. Our mission went off the rails and Catalyst has been injured. Requesting assistance."

[The only response was yet again, radio silence.]

"Any station, please respond. This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. We have just escaped a zoraxis pursuit, but Catalyst has been injured. A tourniquet has been applied and pain relievers have been administered. Requesting assistance ASAP."

[An audible grunt of pain is heard as Catalyst moves their shot arm and Foxglove gently holds their wrist while quietly chastising them for getting shot.]

“Buggy i’m outside! Agents Catalyst and Foxglove was it? Do you have any idea where you are or should I start trying to track your signal?”

[she places the two stuffed raccoons at the door, Patrick hisses at them and goes to his corner]

Should keep him in maybe… ALRIGHT LETS GO!

Also Wraith is the partner I was talking about I think!! HI WRAITH BUDDY!!

[Her phone is propped up on the dashboard, and there’s a bag on the floor of the passenger’s side. The phone shows a map with two red dots, the dots disappear and reappear randomly.]

"That's good. I would suggest you get here in less than 40 minutes, I think our pursuers have found out where we went."

"Catalyst, don't worry. We'll get away from them and then we can deal with those injuries of yours. Just try not to yell out, for both of our lives."

[Catalyst, clasped in Foxglove's arms, clutching their blood soaked shirt, didn't say anything but nodded in acknowledgement.]

"Alright, Oh son of a-!" [A revolver is pulled and a single shot is fired, resonating through the chamber as the pursuer falls to the ground in a grunt, clutching their left kneecap]

"They'll be all over us now, just hold on, there's an exit door." [There's a creak of rusty hinges, a door slamming, and the sound of something being pushed in front of the door. The 2 have ended up in an alley way, sopping wet and out of breath.]

"Anyone on the line? This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. Our mission went off the rails and Catalyst has been injured. Requesting assistance."

[The only response was yet again, radio silence.]

"Any station, please respond. This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. We have just escaped a zoraxis pursuit, but Catalyst has been injured. A tourniquet has been applied and pain relievers have been administered. Requesting assistance ASAP."

[An audible grunt of pain is heard as Catalyst moves their shot arm and Foxglove gently holds their wrist while quietly chastising them for getting shot.]

“Buggy i’m outside! Agents Catalyst and Foxglove was it? Do you have any idea where you are or should I start trying to track your signal?”

[she places the two stuffed raccoons at the door, Patrick hisses at them and goes to his corner]

Should keep him in maybe… ALRIGHT LETS GO!

"Catalyst, don't worry. We'll get away from them and then we can deal with those injuries of yours. Just try not to yell out, for both of our lives."

[Catalyst, clasped in Foxglove's arms, clutching their blood soaked shirt, didn't say anything but nodded in acknowledgement.]

"Alright, Oh son of a-!" [A revolver is pulled and a single shot is fired, resonating through the chamber as the pursuer falls to the ground in a grunt, clutching their left kneecap]

"They'll be all over us now, just hold on, there's an exit door." [There's a creak of rusty hinges, a door slamming, and the sound of something being pushed in front of the door. The 2 have ended up in an alley way, sopping wet and out of breath.]

"Anyone on the line? This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. Our mission went off the rails and Catalyst has been injured. Requesting assistance."

[The only response was yet again, radio silence.]

"Any station, please respond. This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. We have just escaped a zoraxis pursuit, but Catalyst has been injured. A tourniquet has been applied and pain relievers have been administered. Requesting assistance ASAP."

[An audible grunt of pain is heard as Catalyst moves their shot arm and Foxglove gently holds their wrist while quietly chastising them for getting shot.]

"Catalyst, don't worry. We'll get away from them and then we can deal with those injuries of yours. Just try not to yell out, for both of our lives."

[Catalyst, clasped in Foxglove's arms, clutching their blood soaked shirt, didn't say anything but nodded in acknowledgement.]

"Alright, Oh son of a-!" [A revolver is pulled and a single shot is fired, resonating through the chamber as the pursuer falls to the ground in a grunt, clutching their left kneecap]

"They'll be all over us now, just hold on, there's an exit door." [There's a creak of rusty hinges, a door slamming, and the sound of something being pushed in front of the door. The 2 have ended up in an alley way, sopping wet and out of breath.]

"Anyone on the line? This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. Our mission went off the rails and Catalyst has been injured. Requesting assistance."

[The only response was yet again, radio silence.]

"Any station, please respond. This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. We have just escaped a zoraxis pursuit, but Catalyst has been injured. A tourniquet has been applied and pain relievers have been administered. Requesting assistance ASAP."

"Catalyst, don't worry. We'll get away from them and then we can deal with those injuries of yours. Just try not to yell out, for both of our lives."

[Catalyst, clasped in Foxglove's arms, clutching their blood soaked shirt, didn't say anything but nodded in acknowledgement.]

"Alright, Oh son of a-!" [A revolver is pulled and a single shot is fired, resonating through the chamber as the pursuer falls to the ground in a grunt, clutching their left kneecap]

"They'll be all over us now, just hold on, there's an exit door." [There's a creak of rusty hinges, a door slamming, and the sound of something being pushed in front of the door. The 2 have ended up in an alley way, sopping wet and out of breath.]

"Anyone on the line? This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. Our mission went off the rails and Catalyst has been injured. Requesting assistance."

[The only response was yet again, radio silence.]

"Any station, please respond. This is Agents Foxglove and Catalyst. We have just escaped a zoraxis pursuit, but Catalyst has been injured. A tourniquet has been applied and pain relievers have been administered. Requesting assistance ASAP."

Pal? PAL!!

*She runs up to Grey not knowing how paranoid he seems yet*

I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD IM SO HAPPY YOUR OK THANK GOSH THEY DIDNT HURT YOU!!

Oh…. Oh dear….

What-what happened?? What did they do to you?

…do you even want to talk about it?

OH!!! Have something in my office! Wanna see? Well it’s more like a bunch of things but the more stuff the merrier!!

*She goes behind Grey and starts pushing him to medical*

At least let me help with it! At least? Pleeeaaase with cherries on top?

*She takes his hand and leads him to her office*

Ok! Sorry that it’s a mess…. And also tiny….. OH WAIT THERE!

*She runs behind to her desk and climbs under it, she stands back up with a bunch of pillows and blankets, she goes to the corner of the room and spread them out on the floor so it would be comfy*

Ta da! You can chill there while I get some stuff to help! Patrick don’t let him leave back to his office, no working while your hurt!

"Alright, alright. I'm going."

*Buggy exits the office and starts traveling all around the agency, stealing a first aid kit, stealing some food, etc*

*She stops at the floor’s office…. Is anyone in there?*

…. Well an extra helpful hand would be nice…

*She knocks on the door*

Hellooo? Floor? Found someone! Come on!

Hm? Oh hey Buggy!

[Ash tries to escape from Floor's grasp to go on a rampage but Floor stops him]

*Buggy TKs Ash into the air*

Hm! Anyways someone we know is in my office come on!!

He’s not kidnapped anymore!

*She knocks on the side of the door to let Grey know she is back*

*She holds up a kit that she stole from medical*

[Floor takes the medical kit]

And from what I can see, this will be pretty simple!

Is...Grey okay?

*She goes over to her desk and grabs something, it’s a stuffed walrus!*

*her voice is just barely a whisper*

Hey….Wanna hug him, him? his name is Palko! Usually it helps to hug something…. Well for some people…

*She goes and sits down near him*