~Bryant would turn to Mason.~
Bryant: "Got an idea. Whatever happens in this lab stays in this lab. Understood?"
~Mason would nod. Bryant would gather a large amount of energy and turn it into liquid.~
Mason: "Dude, won't that make her powerful?"
Bryant: "Fuuck, no, we'll be dead men if we gave her freedom. This would make her insides combust. We need Amy in here; I'm sure she'll love to witness it."
~Mason calls Amy on the line.~
Dem: "She has paperwork to do."
Bryant: "She can do what she wants, so shut up."
Amy: "On my way, fluffies~."
~Bryant would turn to Dem.~
Bryant: "Open your mouth bitch."
Dem: "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Bryant: "I know it will have a negative effect on you. It's science."
~Amy walks in and grabs a pair of clear protective glasses. Amy and Mason would stand back, shut the door, and wait.~
Amy: "Can't wait to see this dog suffer..."
~Bryant would confidently pour the liquid down Dem's throat, expecting it to make her overload. Instead, it would give her more power than she ever had. She would be aware of this seconds after. He would stand back and watch.~
Dem: She'd pretend to suffer.
~Amy would get close and spit on Dem, then chuckle afterward. The scientists would begin working on another body.~
Dem: In her mind: Still going to bide my time. It's more fun that way.
~Amy would rest her hand against Dem's head.~
Amy: "Still getting that arm later soon; I'll play fetch with it with my dog..give it some real use and purpose. Won't be so useful on a shit corpse like this."
Dem: She'd grab Amy's arm.
Amy: "And after this, we'll gain your abilities, and Militech will become what it's always said it'd become."
~Amy would look down.~
Dem: "You really think I'm pathetic, Dontcha?"
Amy: "You are..now let go of me." She'd look visibly confused. "Isn't this dog meant to be dead..?"
Bryant: "She should be." He'd walk over and inspect Dem.
~Mason watches from behind.~
Dem: "No worries, I won't hurt you. At least not yet~."
~Amy would swipe her hand away from Dem.~
Amy: "Dispose of this animal!" She'd walk out and head to her office.
Dem: She'd laugh.
~Bryant grabs a knife from the counter and approaches Dem. He would then raise the knife.~
Dem: "Go ahead~ I dare you to even try."
~Bryant would swing the knife down, stabbing you in the chest. He'd then back away. He would look over at Mason and then back.~
Dem: She'd stand up and rip the knife out of her chest. "Pathetic."
~Bryant would fall to the floor in shock and slide back. Mason would pound the emergency button.~
