Set Up

   “Are you sure about this one???” The Rotom chimed from Viggo’s handset as he tapped a finger on the side of the cell, like he was counting the seconds as the minutes ticked over.
   “When did you become so whiny?” The man scoffed in return, locking the screen to hide the Pokemon from his sight, causing him to zip out of the device. The elevator clunked, like it never seemed to stop going down.
   “When did you become so… So..!” Viggo cupped his hand around Watt like a stress ball, basically silencing him.
   “Stay quiet, keep hidden, and maybe you won’t blow this one.” He nodded to confirm his point and Watt accepted defeat, though not without a large pout and an annoyed spark. The Rotom zipped back into the phone just in time to settle back into Viggo’s inner pocket.

   It had been a while since Viggo had tried to meet anybody face to face, sometimes it had gotten a bit rough… And the first time? He tried not to think about that. He had needed to make some changes to the way he looked at the world if he wanted to stay standing.

   The elevator clunked to a stop and the doors opened to a dark hall, though it didn’t seem anybody was there. Wintervale was always known for its haunted hotspots, Viggo knew them well, but in a place like this he wasn’t expecting some Gengar or Gastly to jump up on him. Still, suspicions were raised as the doors closed and the elevator began its descent again. If Watt was able, he’d be gnawing into his fingernails with anxiety.
   A bang followed - the elevator shook. It even made Viggo jump, like something had dropped on top of it as it slowly crawled down the shaft. A few seconds of Silence, Viggo reached into his coat and held his hand safely on his firearm - something he would never have carried before he had gotten himself into such a mess. With his other hand he adjusted his suppressor under his turtleneck; he had been wearing it all day, and it was making his skin crawl now.

   The Elevator shook and one of the panels near-missed Viggo, and in jumped a woman covered head to toe in black. There was little to no hesitation when she began her assault, throwing punches with knuckles made of some sort of hard-coated cybernetics. It was sure to do some damage. Viggo may not have been the youngest or fastest person in the world - especially after his encounter with the fog - but a fight? He knew his way around. He pulled the weapon from his coat, but was met with the arm of his attacker, blocking his clear shot and just about trying to break his arm to wrestle it from his hold. He brought a knee up and thunked her hard in the abdomen, maneuvering so that he could twist out of the vice grip. There was scuffling, though Viggos punches seemed to disway the woman very little if at all. The punches thrown his way would bruise at the very least, a good winding shot and a hook to the cheek.
   Before he had any opportunity, he was pinned - those shiny metal knuckles gripped tightly around his neck. The suppressor beeped like an alarm, his TD went a bit mad - just a flicker was all it took for the suppressor to short out after such a long day. Viggo struggled to break the hold on him, even the heat from his hands did nothing. He squirmed if nothing else, eyes darting down to the firearm on the elevator floor. With whatever strength he had left, his arm reached out, and his psychic ability kicked in as a saving grace. It was hard to perform at all with a suppressor these days, but it was like breathing fresh air when he could. The weapon jostled on the ground lightly before shooting into his grip, and when held right - he fired. A perfect shot. Viggo and his attacker both slumped to the bottom of the elevator, the unmentionables might have blasted against the wall and left some unsavoury marks.

   Viggo gasped, sitting in his slumped position, attempting to wipe the blood from his hands and wherever else he might have gotten it off. He pressed into his side with a sharp inhale, checking for any extreme damage. Mostly bruising.
   “Fuck.” He exasperated, bumping his head back against the wall. Watt zipped out immediately.
   “I didn’t say anything.”
   “Should have seen that miles away. My bad.” Viggo wiped his face off on his sleeve, the flame on his head flickering and dying down some as he caught his breath. He pulled himself up off the ground, combing his hair back messily. The elevator dinged, opened up to another dark hall.
   “Let’s get out of here.”
   “I can call the nurse!--”
   “No. We’re not doing that.”