Hairy Gregory: I'm sorry about the confusing fight scene .As the fight was told from Buttercups point of view and she did not know her foes name yet and frankly, I'd like to shroud some semblance of secrecy on her specifics from readers too though her name crops up previously at times. Hence the use of only her and other words for enemy. Sorry about that.
Blossom hugged the Professor firmly to herself as she hovered by his bed. The Professor smiled down at her sleepily while sitting, propped up on a pillow as he slowly puffed his pipe. He looked down at Blossom then his gaze softened then turned sad. He stroked her hair and spoke down to her in a sad voice.
"It is time for me to tell you of my past and yours"
As the time stretched on he watched as her visage became steadily shocked as he recanted his past.
Bubbles slowly swooped down and entered a desolate apartment building. As she descended the ashes blew into her eyes causing them to water momentarily. The top two floors had been ripped off and the next floor hardly existed anymore. Then below the mounting piles of ashes, was the only anomaly in the mystery criminal's crimes. The killing of a respectable though previously unknown clerk. When she came to the first room she couldn't have thought much. The desk was filled with old cold war accounts, especially of the tragedy Chernobyl which were all viciously scribbled in. Further in were masses of scientific journals and roughly tacked up blue-prints. Strange, you'd expect a clerk to have financial journals and that sort of reading material. Then a burnt piece of paper floated to her face. Curiously she picked it up then gasped in surprise. On the photograph, alongside the charred edges was an unmistakeable visage. Professor Utonium. He looked infinitely younger in the picture and he was wearing an U.S army uniform but it was definitely him. His face was circled with a large red question mark beside it and on the side partially obfuscated by the charring was the word Townsville.
She slowly tucked it into her pocket and continued on. Then she found something which definitely wasn't the property of a normal clerk. On the floor lay the remains of a large wooden bookshelf that had been burnt and then viciously ripped down onto the floor. Though a bookshelf was perfectly normal for a study, what was behind it was a different matter entirely. In the spot once hidden by the massive bookshelf lay a laboratory complex. It was different from the Professors, only a very small desk with a few small vial of chemicals but in huge rows were massive supercomputers each projecting its image on one of dozens of huge screens. Some were still working and she looked at the various images. One of them showed a vector image of a shape surprisingly like the pictures of the being she was supposed to be tracking. The next was a design for a futuristic looking armor. The rest were all static except for the final one. It displayed a collection of flickering text. She struggled to read it.
Log files. 1.23
I have… finished… imperium secured vast quantities… I have copied early work… can't correct dependence flaw though ready for first prototype… I have finally perfected the human. I will… infuse…life………..
Log file 1.24
God have mercy on y soul for the great evil I have…. To.. stop… flaw………………………………………………………………………….
Bubbles shook her head, trying to remember it. Finally she laboriously copied it down on a piece of paper and carried on. At the end of the room there was nothing but a large cupboard. It was completely empty. Strange, she'd expected it to have something inside. Perhaps that is what she came for. Under the table she found a small vial that had apparently rolled out of sight. It was filled with a liquid that looked remarkably like chemical x. As she got ready to leave she tucked it into her pocket along with everything else she had discovered and prepared to leave.