>>13480140The details load up on your Xtransceiver successfully, detailing a secret laboratory on the other side of the world, in a completely frosty and mostly barren region.
Russia.
Just as you head out, the Skrelp that you refrained from making contact with earlier approaches you, his mouth ducky with the duckiest of duckface.
"Hey, you, hey! I'm talking here!"
"Hm? Who are-....what are you SUPPOSED to be?"
Skrelp hops up and down in anger, oozing a mysterious purple goo from his mouth, "That isn't your concern. What is is Bimeacla, isn't it?"
"Were you eavesdropping on me?"
Skrelp spits out a glob of purple goop to his side, "That's right! Listen guy, I personally think you should think twice before going to their HQ, it's DANGEROUS. Life-risky dangerous. You won't last!"
"*I* won't last? What makes you think that? I mean hell LOOK AT YOU, you're some gross squid thing."
"I'm a leafy sea-dragon, and if you don't heed my warning you're gonna be as good as gone. Trust me, I know."
"Why should I?! I'm an officer for Interpol you know, you don't need to tell me shit like that!"
"Because...I used to invest in Bimeacla!"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bW7Op86ox9gAfter juggling the idea of a tag-along, you pick up the Skrelp and make your merry way on out, "Fine. But you're coming with me then, and NO goop in the face, or worse, the hair."
Skrelp narrows his red eyes, "Ooooh, we got a slick guy here..."
Returning to the stables at the front, you return a snoozing Tauros back into his poke ball just in time for the Agency copter to come along.
You leave Calcuttistan with the intent of taking down the bastard that approved the idea of rage-inducing bath salts.