[center][color=#008000][h3]Wyn Thomas[/h3][/color]
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[color=#008000]Location: [/color]  The Lab → En route to Serenity’s location
[color=#008000]Interacting with:[/color] Herself, Jason[sup][@GingerBoi123][/sup]
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[indent]The darkness that sleep brought dissipated, replaced by the dim lighting of the Coalition’s lab. Wyn’s cerulean eyes faced the metallic underside of a desk, limbs stiff and aching. She wasn’t sure how she got under here, but her mind didn’t linger long on the subject. This was far from the first time she’d fallen asleep in the lab after all. Hell, had it not been for the vibrating phone in the front pocket of her blue jeans, she’d probably still be sleeping. With a grumble, the redhead pulled her Samsung Galaxy out, cursing the caller a thousand terrible fates. 

Surprisingly, the caller wasn’t her foster parents. It was… [i]Jason?[/i] That in itself was arguably just as bad as her foster parents though. If you wanted to talk about a true paragon of the people, she’d gladly point you in his direction. Yawning and pulling herself out of her sleeping spot, Wyn let her phone go to voicemail, just like always. It was rare that she got a call at all, so she could only imagine that Jason was calling her because he wanted something from her. Well, whatever it was, she didn’t necessarily care. There was more important work to do!

Stretching as her legs carried her over to a chilled cooler, she could feel the sweat laced in the fabric of her clothes. No doubt she didn’t smell the greatest. The past few days had been spent developing a new type of aphrodisiac, something that would surpass the likes of Viagra and Cialis. Why? Because she could, of course! Plus, if this whole superhero thing didn’t work out, she could sell this product and become a hero to the elderly. Her total attention had been devoted to it, so Wyn hadn’t had too many opportunities to change or bathe, save for the occasional wipe down. 

Opening the cooler, her tiny hands pulled out a vial of a pale green-ish substance. Behind that vial seemed to be a thousand others, filled with the same liquid. As shut the door, a clear label was visible on its metallic exterior: [i]Caffeine[/i]. While some people had to have their daily dose of coffee, Wyn skipped the whole ingestion process and injected the chemical straight into her veins with a sterilized syringe. It was faster and more effective, though potentially more dangerous. Well, more dangerous to the average person anyway. 

Within moments, the doctor was feeling much better as the grogginess faded away from her mind’s eye. Now, time to inspect the fruits of her labor. The next cooler she came to was stocked with several vials of a light blue fluid, the new aphrodisiac she had been working on. In truth, the synthesis of this new creation wasn’t all that unique. It was a derivative of phenethylamine, much like the very illegal methamphetamine. Unlike methamphetamine though, it wasn’t quite as detrimental to the body though it did have the possibility of resulting in an addiction. Wyn picked up one of these vials, a smirk on her face as she examined her lovely art. The past few days, she had secretly been feeding the experimental drug to Serenity, albeit in small doses. Today was the day the doctor checked in on her patient! 

Thinking about it, flask of aphrodisiac in her hand, she could actually get away with testing its properties on a male. Jason was a man in good shape and could handle any nasty side effects, should they arise. Without another thought, the woman filled a syringe with the substance and marched out the lab to begin preliminary testing.

This wasn’t an uncommon practice for Wyn. Ever since she joined this band of merry gentlemen (and gentleladies), some of them, if not most of them, had fallen victim to some of her less harmful experiments over the years. Considering her penchant for crafting delights that shouldn’t be experimented on live humans, their use as guinea pigs was few and far between, lucky for them. If she hadn’t had something resembling a heart, who knows what the Coalition might have turned into? Perhaps a raving band of monstrosities? It might have been better that way though. Raving monstrosities would have been quite useful in the fight versus the masked man. Probably still not enough, but with enough genetic tampering, it could have been a closer battle.

As the doctor sought her patient, she mused about how she seemed to be the only one who honestly wasn’t all broken up about last week. So what if the mayor of Detroit died? Yeah, he’d been good at furthering the Coalition’s agenda, but time would tell if the next one did to. Even if his successor didn’t, with a bit of “persuasion”, they could be brought into line. As for the public opinion, to hell with it. Most people were idiots, especially Detroiters. And so what if the [i]abandoned[/i] section of the city got wiped out? Detroit was a shit hole. Had been since the automobile industry left. Really, there was a lot of positives that could come out of this. Wyn hadn’t told anybody yet, but she’d actually gone out of her way to buy some of the land that had been destroyed. They’d saved [i]loads[/i] of money for the city and reduced urban decay somewhat. Now when some prospective buyers came to develop that land, she’d be able to easily make a profit off of it. The loss to the masked man was a shot to the ego for Dr. Thomas, but that was it. Nothing more, nothing less.
	
Jason, better known to the public as “Blur”, wasn’t particularly hard to find. His reckless abandon left a trail easy to track, though if he had been trying to get away, it would be impossible for her to keep up. Striding up to the man, she pressed the syringe into his hands. [color=#008000]”You only call me when you want something, boyo. Take that, and I’m sure it’ll do whatever you want it to. After all, I’m a miracle worker, I am.”[/color] she spoke in her sing-song Southern Welsh accent. [color=#008000]“Now, if you’ll ‘scuse me, I have to go find me other patient. And shower. I spent three days gettin’ that perfected, I did.”[/color] With a wave, the redhead strode past her companion. Certainly he had questions, but the only way to find the answers was to sink the needle into his flesh and find out what happened. In the meantime, she was off to find Serenity, unknowingly going out into the world looking like a hot mess. Not that it mattered to her, if the doctor’s wild hair and drab clothing said anything.

Out in her car, Wyn took out her phone and selected an inconspicuous app with a simple W logo from the main menu, which brought up your typical map of Detroit. However, there was a single dot located near Riverwalk, this being the location of Serenity. To the side of the screen, a measure of vitals and blood pressure presented itself. Along with the aphrodisiac, the Coalition’s mad scientist had also managed to get a tracking device in the girl. While it was a gross invasion of privacy, Wyn had no idea what effects the drug could have on her friend, so this was a discrete way of monitoring situation. If anything went wrong, then she could show up and help out. Currently, it also served as a great way of tracking this girl down in this big city.

With location in mind, Dr. Thomas let her Camry come to life, and not a moment sooner was she off to find a lost pet.[/indent]