Laboratories

Once you get pass the keypad, and thick steel doors, the smell of antiseptic assaults you. When your tormented nostrils adjust, and the halogen lights no longer blind you, one can make out the scientists bustling about their business. Cages, filled with screaming pokemon, line the back wall. Other doors open into surger rooms, and shelves full of fragile vials. Unless you know what you are doing, or want an extra eye, please refrain from touching anything.