[color=f26522][b][h2][center] Abigail “Abby” Blavatsky [/center] [/h2][/b][/color]


Abby had a hard time trying to break the shapeshifter. The battle inside his mind was something she had not dealt with before. But one thing that helped her was that he was alone in this world with no one like him on Earth. And Abby could use this fact to break him utterly. Using her powers to show him false images of his former comrades speaking ill of him behind his back.  As well as pictures of humanity turning against him because he is an alien and not one of them. The ordeal of breaking the former hero took hours and was quite exhausting for Abby. But she was finally able to break him once he started to wear down mentally. She was able to utterly break him down and mold him into a useful [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a4/4e/73/a44e73982d97dd8641dcd67ee66cd2ff.jpg ]tool[/url] for the group to use.  One thing Abby noted was how helpful Kid Cosmo could be as her bodyguard. She knew she was not much of a fighter, so having a shapeshifting brute would be pretty beneficial. 

Judy congratulated Abby. But she didn’t seem to care as she was only doing this to learn more about her past. Although a small part of her quite likes the praise. Something she didn’t get a lot of as a child. For the time being, she needed to rest so she could mentally recover.  The villainess fished for her pills,which were now in a steel [url=https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/71gpLHMAvjL.jpg ]case[/url]. She took a blue and green pill and bit into it as she felt the calming euphoria of the medicine kicking in. Her whole body shook, and not long after, she put the case away into her pocket. Abby noticed she was starting to run low on her medicine.

From the information she had gotten a few weeks ago, the scientist who knew the recipe was living in Liberty City. The plan was to ambush him when he was alone, get the recipe so she could duplicate it, get the location of the other scientists, murder him, and then escape. It would be something she had done countless times before, and this would be no different. Before she left to conduct her plan, she asked Judy for a weapon to help her in a fight. The weapon she chose was a Brügger & Thomet Welrod. She thanked Judy, putting the gun into her newly acquired shoulder holster.  She walked to her car, got into her civilian clothes, and then drove off.  
 

A Few Hours Later. 

Dr. Harwood was holding a lecture about chemistry at Liberty Campus. Holding the attention of some of the students, although some seemed to be bored out of their minds. The old man was just glad to be teaching young minds. This was a much better arrangement than his previous occupation. Many nights, he has recurring nightmares of what he had seen in the laboratory. 

After the lecture, he thanked all of the students attending before packing up his things into his briefcase. Smiling and making small talk with the students who wanted to ask him various questions. He was more than happy to answer and discuss anything involving chemistry.  As the students left, he was soon alone in the room. He closed his briefcase when he noticed someone sitting at the far end of the room. From where he was standing, he couldn’t make out the features of the figure. “The lecture is over. You may leave if you like, unless you have a question for me?” He spoke in a noticeable Manchester accent. The figure stood up and started walking towards him. In their hand was a black leather briefcase. He could hear the faint sound of whistling coming from the figure. The tone of the whistling was “Ode To Joy.” 

[color=f26522]“I just wanted to thank you personally for such an interesting lecture. And I had a question I wanted to ask you, but I was too nervous to ask with all of those people around you.”[/color]  The voice of the figure spoke. And Harwood noticed it was the voice of a woman. Harwood squinted his eyes because his eyesight was terrible, and even with glasses, he struggled to see. 

“Of course, my dear, I am always happy to answer any of your questions.” Harwood smiled, but the woman's warm gesture was not returned. 



[color=f26522]“Thank you. My question is, do you remember me?”[/color] She asked, but the old man only raised a brow. Shaking his head, not being sure if he knew the girl. [color=f26522]“Maybe this will help jog your memory.”[/color] The figure rolled up her sleeve, exposing her arm. And on her arm was a tattoo of a series of numbers. The man gasped, recognizing the number. 

“Subject 24601!” and as he said this, the woman smiled like a predatory animal. 

[color=f26522]“Bingo! I have a few other questions I hope you can answer. One is chemistry-based.  First question, how do you make Lexzepam? And where is Dr.Fuchs?”[/color] The woman walked closer to Harwood, making him back up and was now sitting on a chair. 

“It’s very complicated to make. I do not think you would be able to replicate it by yourself. And i do not know where Dr.Fuchs is. I have not spoken to him in years.”  Now Abby was towering over the man. 

[color=f26522]“You're lying. You know where Fuchs is.”[/color] Her voice rose as her hand curled into a fist. A nearby table was being violently pushed into the wall behind her. Creating a sizeable dent in the wall. Reading further into his mind, trying to gain the location of her target.  As well as getting the recipe for her drug. 

The old man said he didn’t have any involvement in experimenting on her, but Abby was not paying attention to what he was saying.  Finding the information she needed, she had no further use for him.  Concentrating as hard as she could, focusing on the man’s heart valves. Using her powers to constrict it and induce a heart attack. The old man gripped his chest, falling out of his chair. He grabbed onto Abby’s pant leg while muttering something under his breath. 

“Ple…se…i did…nothi…ng…wrong…do…n’t…ki…l…me…” He said between his short breaths. But Abby was apathetic to his pleas for mercy. Moving her leg away and walking out of the room as Harwood let out his final breath. Walking through the building and to the parking lot, she was satisfied with what she accomplished today. 

Elsewhere, Tim was sitting in his office, researching the recent serial killings. Looking through the personal files of the scientist that were killed. Tim noticed that all of them had worked together on a project at Fort Jackson near Liberty City.  Recently, Tim had received some classified files that would help with his investigation. The American government funded a project to create super-powered soldiers.  One of the test subjects was assigned the code name “24601.” The profile of subject 24601 featured many pictures of a girl who resembled Erika. This led Tim to research Erika Muller further. His research eventually led him to find an article about a missing woman named Erika Muller a few months ago. The exact same time the Erika he knew was hired at the Daily Trumpet.