Part 4
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"Now then, here is a list of forms to be filled on various occasions for whatever you will do – you may find it to be quite useful. Your office is still under construction so you'll have to remain at your previous work space for now. The laboratories are on the second floor and there are compulsory meetings for all members held there as well every fortnight, the next of which will be held this coming Wednesday."
Billy winced internally. Laundry day.
"At said meetings, future plots, plans and projects will be shared and discussed; reports on which are to be personally handled by myself. Is that understood, Doctor?"
"Sure, Jefferson."
"Mr. Jefferson." He glared at Dr. Horrible. "Call me Mister Jefferson. If you don't mind." It wasn't a question.
"Alright." Dr. Horrible gently bit the end of his tongue.
"Now, as for your first victim..." Jefferson quickly resumed explaining bureaucracy and questioning. This question, though, was anything but mundane for the league's newest member. "Dead Bowie wanted to know if he could have her body."
Dr. Horrible blinked, his eyes hidden behind his goggles.
Have her?... Penny... Penny's body?
He kept up his appearance and, except for a slight change in his pitch when he spoke again, which lasted for half a second, he seemed perfectly calm. His mind, however, grabbled with the idea, replaying the phrase over and over again.
They wanted to use her – Penny. Penny was dead, she died – she's gone – she died and she's gone, forever...
In his own mind, time froze; nothing else could possibly be happening after this bombshell. Jefferson, though, only waited for 32 seconds before receiving an answer of some sort.
"Why?" He cleared his throat. "Why does he wuah-waant her body. For?"
Jefferson raised an eyebrow, perplexed by Dr Horrible's stammering tone. He chalked it up to being nervous – the man was meeting him, a renowned evil villain of great proportions, for the first time.
"I'm not sure. I think it was for one of his experiments."
"Experiments?"
"Perhaps. He and Professor Normal were working on some sort of project; you'd have to ask them about it." Dr. Horrible sat for a moment. He became awkwardly aware of his red lab coat and large goggles.
"Don't you have some sort of file on it?" He glanced around, there were cabinets everywhere, probably filed with plans and useless paperwork.
"Yes, well... They've yet to complete theirs..," he mumbled uncertain. "Now then, if you have any more questions? No?" he answered for the villain. "Excellent, we'll be in contact when your office is ready. Until then you're free to use the laboratory, you have your own of course, make sure to read those instructions for your forms and I'll see you Wednesday." Jefferson pasted on a smile for an instant before returning to his papers and gesturing Dr Horrible to the doors. Dr Horrible stood and left – feeling none too insulted.
Jefferson's secretary was still buried in paperwork and busy on his old-fashioned typewriter (Jefferson must have something against computers, Dr. Horrible guessed).
The hall was empty and, with one melancholy sigh, Dr Horrible made his way to the elevator. He pressed the button and took a look at the files Jefferson – Mr. Jefferson – had given him.
"You're not really gonna use those, are you?" The voice came out of – seemingly – nowhere and truly spooked him. It was female. It was from the woman who was perched at the window sill nearby who was staring at him dubiously.
"What?" he asked back, recovering from the flinch he assumed his goggled had hidden.
"Jefferson's always trying to steal other people's plots and whenever he can he tries to play it off as paperwork. No one's been dumb enough to actually do it though, except for Balmy Blauman and he was killed." It was Tie Die.
"Well of course I wasn't," he scoffed. "I'm an evil genius, so..!" He raised both eyebrows trying to make her suggestion as absurd as possible. He smiled a bit, now more anxious than ever for the elevator to come.
"Yeah right," she scoffed back but looked back outside, utterly uninterested in Dr. Horrible. Dr. Horrible felt a sting of distaste and was very prepared to reply with a witty comeback when the elevator chirped in.