It had taken only a few days for the rubble to be cleared, a process Lawrence Limburger was far too well practiced at, and already construction on a new tower was underway.
In a cramped, portable site office, Limburger was holed up, licking his wounds and stewing with hatred for the wretched wench that had betrayed his trust and ripped him off for thousands of dollars. Sure it was mostly counterfeit, but that wasn't the point. No, he didn't want that woman dead. He wanted her to suffer painfully and horrifically for the rest of her life.
He was musing over the possibilities of unnaturally extending her life in order to cause more pain when a knock sounded at the door.
"What is it?" he asked, sounding defeated.
"It is me, my marshmellowy goodness." Replied Karbunkles shrill voice as the office door creaked open. "I have some thing that will please you."
"Unless it is that vile woman's lifeless body, I will be very disappointed." Limburger warned.
"All but." Was the scientist simple answer.
Karbunkle had captured Limburgers full attention. A broad, fanged grin split his face,
"What have you got for me, my malpracticing MD"
"These." Karbunkle laid several photos on the desk in front of Limburger. Some were normal some were a strange and colourfull, but all were of the same thing.
"What exactly are these Karbunkle?" He asked, his patience waning.
"Do you remember me telling you that I had a personal interest in fertiliser bombs, my Ever Eviler One?" Limburger nodded vaguely, so Karbuncle continued, "I took last week as an opportunity to get some photography of the explosion, you know, for sentimental reasons. Well, as you well know, there was no explosion to capture, but my cameras did snap these."
"You are offering family snap shots of the person who I despise most right now?" Limburger was ready to explode with rage.
"Ah, Sir, let me explain. These shots are all of that woman, the colourful photos are from a heat sensing camera" there was no notion of understanding from Limburger, so the doctor continued. "if you compare her heat signature to that of the biker mice, you will see she is quite different."
"And what it that supposed to mean?"
Karbunkle smiled a smile that embodied pure evil and spoke mercilessly,
"She is cold-blooded. Therefore she is not human. We can use this to destroy her."
Limburger felt the happiest he had in a week.