"So what do you think Professor?" She asked looking from her father to the android.

"I think this energy is absolutely fascinating" he admired as he looked at the ball of orbiting matter.

"Do you know what its made of?" Brick asked crossing arms.

"Well the substance isn't a solid more like a highly compact gas" he answered his eyes never leaving the ball.

"Well that much was obvious now what us it made out of?" The red eyed boy asked again rolling eyes.

"Well I don't know actually I must run some test" he smiled broadly like a child with a new toy. "So many tests" he chirped.

"What about Green?" she asked the answer still hadn't been answered since she took the thing to him but there still had been no answers.

"Well I don't know Blossom" the scientist frowned looking over to his daughter who was looking at her feet. "There has been no missing persons report filed and no leads" he continued putting the ball back into a tube.

"He's probably dead" Brick answered bluntly.

"Brick!" Blossom cried looking over to him.

"That's what happens to most people who opposes them that or he's a prisoner but I doubt that" he shrugged.

"But isn't Mr. Green a monster how would they be able to defeat a monster?"the Professor asked ruffling his hair.

"That damned scientist." Bricks answer was simple but not enough information.

"Well how's that?" The Professor asked after a moment of silence Bricks looked over them as if they should have figured it out by now.

"He has been using Mojos brain to give the people in the organization abilities. We don't know what they use but that's what the conclusion has led to" he answered raising a brow.

"Is that how Ronnie was able to play simon says with us?" She deducted.

"It's also how he was able to gain youth from the baby?." The Professor reminded.

"Of course it was Ronnie would of died years ago if not for that scientist" Brick answered darkly.

"But they've only had Mojos brain for 9 years the paper said Ronnie was over 100" Blossom questioned.

"They most likely had other scientist keep his mind alive." This time it was the Professor to answer.

"They can do that?" She asked remembering the old dercepted man.

"Yes by using children" the Professor seemed to cringe just by thinking about it.

"Children?"

"It's a practice using the young to benefit the old and more experienced however it was deemed to sadistic and cruel. The entirety of the practice was destroyed and never allowed to be done again" he explained.

"How do you know about it?"

"Well I was told about it by Raven when he found out how you girls were made." He answered as he started to pace. "He believed I did the same to you girls." He explained with a harsh frown.

"But everyone knew how we were made," she said. "No one ever questioned it."

"You seem to forget Raven comes from the deepest darkest part of his job he's seen the worst." The Professor frowned.

"Right" Blossom frowned she had forgotten with the eleven years of being around him he never showed his old life very much.

"You two should go i need to do some experiments on this guy" he seemed rushed his excitement not even being covered as he ushered them out of the lab closing the door.

Blossom didn't like it sure that was just one more class with her sisters but now she was out of student government. Walking in she sighed looking at the full class of student government only had 6 people in the class.

"Hello Blossom it's nice to see you again" Burrow told her with a smile which she returned.

"I already have a spot for you" he told her always on to prepare early.

"See the middle seat in the front row you can sit there" he told her with a smile.

Walking to her seat she noticed how Bubbles and Buttercup where in the middle row on the last seat and blink it the middle seat in the back. Which was odd Blink always liked being closest to the door.

"Todays we will be starting on speeches over controversial topics can anyone give me an example?" Burrow asked getting out of his chair.

"The vigilantes being heros?" Mike called.

"Why would you choose that?" He asked furrowing his brows.

"They have been on everywhere Townsville news as well as talks show" he paused seeping down into his chair as eyes flicked to him. "My mom told me," he told the class with an embarrassed smile.

"There probably just a publicity stunts" Billy throw in.

"I think there real" Juile called.

"Yeah right a bunch of super powered girls fighting a villain it's not even believable" Mitch scoffed.

"Yeah i bet there just actors and this whole thing is for a movie" Floyd added.

"They are not i bet they're real and Townsville is really in danger!" Mary defended.

"Then why aren't you scared?" Lloyd asked joining his brother.

"Because those girls seem to know what there doing they saved a baby and a classroom of people" Mary continued.

"Alright alright how about this instead well have a debate seeing as you all have different opinions on this." Burrow called reeling in his students. Continuing when all eyes were on him. "We will have a persuasive speech on whether these vigilantes are real or not."

"What is your opinion on it Burrows?" Mitch called.

"Well i think it anything is possible."

"So neutral?" Julie asked in a flat voice.

"Yes neural i find it easier then having a solid view" he told them.

"Why don't you write a speech then" Buttercups voice came causing Blossoms shrinking shoulder to stiffen looking back at her sister she had to suppress a glare. Why would she encourage this.

"Me?"

"Yeah you write one and present it with us as the neutral part" Bubbles chirped. Her to?

"Well I suppose but first let's put it down" he told them walking to his desk.

"Now for all the people who believe this is a stent put your hand up 1..2..3..5..8 alright" he said before looking.

"All those who believe its real? 2...6..7 alright"

"Neutral?" Five hands shot up.

"Mr. Sanders?" He questioned looking over to the wrestler. "Why are you neutral?" He asked.

"I just don't care," he said with a shrug.

"Well i'll give you until Friday that will be about four days to work on this. We will present then." There seemed to be an odd aura of confidence over the topic as silence took over and pencils began to either scratch the paper or tap along the desk.