Snippet #1261352

Evelyn stood in a corner for the fight, praying that her future self would send a death ray back to this particular moment... only like usual nothing happened. She really needed to get that time machine fixed one of these days. She stayed motionless, pouting and leaning her back against the wall, that is until the military guy stepped in.

She could only assume that he had either gone through extensive body modification, or was perhaps the most naturally fit man she had ever seen. Still, at the mention that everyone they had ever known had had their memory wiped she crouched down and grasped either side of her head in frustration. She had so many research contracts and funding... and just like that it was ALL GONE. Worst of all, near as she could tell the man was being perfectly honest. The problem with having a 12th level intellect is that you are also hyper observant, and can memorize almost anything at the drop of a hat. As such, the man wasn't displaying any cues she could see of deception.

Her entire perception of the man changed however to respect, then adoration as he mercilessly punished the one who had dared to call her a little girl. Yes, one of her research subjects was being damaged in the process but she could always rebuild him later... maybe with a new brain!

She was extremely disheartened but not surprised when Metallica had asked the man for oil. Of course she would still need oil , she thought sadly. Those bastards cut so many corners with her... ah how I wish I could start scanning her now. She felt a mixture of both angst and joy at the thought of modifying what those fools had left unfinished. Still, there was the matter of the hulky-military man. Following Lady Metallica in suite she asked "And, if you want me to be doing ANYTHING, I'm gonna need a lab first."