"The boy is fumbling around." The darkman in the trilby riddled.

"Look at him. He looks like he'll fall any second now." The woman joked.

"The boy needs to stand to be a man. He just walked under a ladder. Hmm… bad luck, kid." The man sipped his drink before settling it down on the table.

"That's a step-ladder... Oh wait! Wait! Awww… I thought he was going to hit it. It would've been hilarious to see the guy on top fall."

"A ladder is a ladder. It takes you up to where you need to go, My Lady. Whether it'd be two feet or the sky."

"Don't you dare! There is obviously a difference between a ladder and a step-ladder."

"There is also a difference between a lion and cat, but they're both felines, My Lady."

"I can banter a whole lecture on you about genus and species on how wrong you are. Lions belong to the Panthera genus while cats belong in the Felis. But as of right now, there are more important matters to attend to."

"Mmmm... " The man took another sip. "You're right, but so am I." The man sassed as he leaned on his elbow.

Regina gave her guest a mean and unintrigued stare before returning at the fumbling red attorney.

"It's way too early to take him…Maybe later tonight." She traced her fingertip around the rim of her drink.

"I don't understand. Why didn't the other one show too many symptoms?" The man readjusted the umbrella top of the table, expanding the leverage of shade.

"Because…" She secured the area, making sure no one would hear. "The suitor cells in his system weren't fully developed, but the cells still attained the proper DNA. There were excess amounts slithered into him. What happened is that his body didn't recognize the little ones as foreign, so his immune system got over that quickly. But if you see him now, he is very vitalized when it comes to stamina, strength, and…" She bit her finger teasingly, "Physical features..."

"I see… And the boy?"

"Well, in his case, it's a different story. The cells now are completely developed. They are causing all kinds of destruction in him right now." She leaned against her chair. "Well, I shouldn't say destruction, but his body recognized them as foreign, which I worried about…A fever is a typical sign of the immune system kicking in. However, in time, his body will submit."

The man tilted his trilby more forward, covering his eyes. "I do have to apologize again. I almost forgot the girls last night. It would've risked the whole job."

The woman sighed. "The deed is done. That is all I care for. I forgive you." She crossed her legs before taking a sip of her drink. "But you know what infuriates me the most?"

The darkman leaned back, readying himself to hear what the woman had to say. "What grinds your gears, My Lady?"

"Those darn antibiotics! I saw them near his countertop when we brought them home. It's not a bacterial infection." She leaned against the table, agitated, placing her fingers on her temple. "Those doctors over at that clinic need serious help..."

"Speaking of doctors… where is he?" He tilted his head back, that toothy grin shining as ever.

"He went to go take care of that bastard. To retrieve his identity papers… We don't need anymore of those tagging along, nor do we need the prosecutor getting involved in this, at least not that one."

The grin slipped away into an infuriated glower, "He got what he deserved."

The woman returned her gaze on the red attorney, still struggling to even stand. "Haha… At least he's almost home. I won't lie, he needs better taste in furniture."

The darkman gave her an awkward pokerface, holding one arm with the other. "Of all things, you noticed his furniture?"

She crossed her arms, "I had to clean him up, remove his clothing, replaced it with new attire and put him to bed. Of course I would notice certain details like that. The place seemed a bit tacky."

The man shook his head, finishing his drink. He was actually amused. "Classy..."

"He made it. Let's go… I need to see the doctor's progress." The woman finished her drink before leaving a tip on the outdoor tabletop, the darkman following her.

The trilby man and Regina entered the hideout. The darkman placed his hat on top of the hook near the lab entrance, releasing his black and white hair. She pushed open the steel doors to the stretcher rooms. Two men were strapped down, panicking against their restraints as they saw their captivators strut besides them. The muzzles on their mouths prevented screams from being any more audible than whimper. One of them writhed violently against the metal bars, creating marks on his wrist.

"You men were at the wrong place, at the wrong time." The darkman leaned against the stretcher, taunting his victims.

"I should put them out of their misery. We don't want them to suffer for too long, now do we?" Regina evilly teased, groping one of the men's bandaged neck mockingly.

She moved to the cabinet before removing syringes along with a clear liquid. "This should do" she chuckled lightly, admiring the fluid inside the glassed bottle.

The men shook in panic, rocking the stretchers as she stabbed the needle into the bottle, gaining a decent amount into the syringes. She intricately placed the bottle back securely into the cabinet before returning to her patients. The rumbling became violent as each of her steps approached them along with the needle, trickling liquid drops onto her gloved fingers. Her fingers snapped the syringes, ensuring there were no air bubbles.

"Time to sleep."

The needle sheathed the drip chamber of their IVs. The tip emptied its contents into the clear cylinder, becoming one with the solution of the small hose attached to one of their arms. The other spectator strapped down, watched in terror as the man next to him writhed violently, fighting back the injection from entering his arm. His strength degraded, slowly losing its tenacity before the man finally stopped. The last movement was a simple twitch.

The woman frowned before looking at the other man, shocked to see the limp man on the opposite side. "NEXT!"

"Calm down. The darkness will only shower you in its lie so you won't see the truth." The darkman spoke bluntly.

Regina gave the needle a light tug into his IV, feeling some sympathy for the man who now had tears rolling down his face. He too, was consumed in the tranquility of darkness. "They always exaggerate. It's only been twice."

The doctor walked from a dark room, the only light source being his holographic modifier. His gaze broke from the screen and towards his peers. "You're back, Madam?"

"Yes, I had to watch the boy. He's precious cargo... especially for our good man here." She draped her hand over the dark man's dress shirt before returning her direction towards the doctor. The dark man swallowed before digging his hands in his pockets.

"How is the progress of the girl's genetic makeup?" Regina inquired.

"Progress is slow... however, it should be extracted properly in a few days. Unlike the other targets' traits, this one is of, how shall I put it… in a sensitive nature. Something as complex as this is risky work, but I am more than confident that it will be retrieved by the time we gain the others." The doctor hissed pleasantly.

"Excellent!" Regina clasped her hands together in delight. She threw her hands together, dragging the dark man and doctor in her grasps. Her delectable scent rubbing onto them.

"As much as I enjoy the love, My Lady, I think we should let the doctor return to work." The darkman sassed before lifting himself.

Regina raised her brow. "I think I'd accompany you for tonight, for a beverage."