0.4 A Meeting of Minds - Part 3

When he thought of choosing villain as a career option, he assumed he’d be taking on superheroes on a daily basis. Well, at least his inventions would. He never really fancied himself as someone who’d be on a battlefield or in the middle of a conflict. However, now he felt like a Building Codes Violations Inspector. “Well, at least this is paying the bills,” he muttered to himself as the console seemed to float in front of his eyes. “I really should do this in the morning...” said the part of his brain that was already in bed. “Except, this shuts down in the morning. Do your job, you lazy swab!” yelled the oddly pirate sounding other part of his brain.

“Must be the heat from earlier,” he thought as he wandered into the large room. There was a solitary light that seemed to flicker mildly somewhere in the middle of the room. He let out a huge yawn as he shambled further into the gloom towards the light, his eyes struggling to make out what he was looking at. He was just short of smacking the side of his head to wake himself up when he realised he was standing right in front of the contraption. He could make out a form in a tube as his eyes moved from his feet to the source of the light near the ceiling. His eyes came to rest on another pair of eyes that seemed to convey everything from anger to fear to concern. Like as if a veil had been lifted from his eyes and his brain at the same time, he was shocked to notice a young woman floating in the tube.

Her face was covered with a breathing apparatus, as she floated in what seemed like a viscous fluid. She probably could see the shock on his face because she seemed like she was trying to get his attention. As the gears of his brain began to turn again, he noticed the rest of her. At first, he couldn’t believe it was possible, but slowly all the dots began to connect. The fact that she still had some of her usual outfit on helped him as well. This was Victory Girl.

“Just because he’s not dressed in uniform, does not mean he’s some well meaning passerby,” declared a voice from behind him. The Fixer still couldn’t get himself to take his eyes off her as the hope in them faded away. “There is going to be no help, no rescue for you. One way or the other, you will give up your secrets,” the voice continued, as the Fixer finally placed the voice. This was Dr Diablo. Presently, his voice came from directly next to the Fixer, “Yes, return to despair. You are never leaving here!”

The Fixer felt himself being guided out of the room by a pair of forceful arms. As soon as he was out the door, he felt a sharp jab to the side of his neck. “Find me the moron who gave this idiot access to my secure lab and have him terminated. And then, have this idiot…” the voice trailed of as the Fixer’s world faded to black.

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