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"Substance of the soul? Macdougall?"

Doctor Curry sighed and held her chin in her hand. Back in the lab, she had something very delicate synthesizing, and had cleared her schedule to monitor it… but alas, her employer and benefactor had pulled her away for an emergency meeting. Something that seemed to happen at the most critical moments in Curry's experimental procedures.

Still… As much as Dr. Curry distrusted her assistants to manage the solution properly, it was something she could always repeat. The only loss would be her time, and some costly materials. If she scorned Chizuru Kagura and incurred her fickle wrath, the potential loss was immeasurable. After all - what other employer could provide you with a near endless stream of funds, facilities, and subjects to test your theories on?

So as annoyed as Dr. Curry was, the genius twenty-eight year old blonde 'bimbo' seated herself across from Chizuru Kagura's office desk and entertained the young, but ridiculously influential, businesswoman. Truly, Curry was shocked at how Kagura managed to build such an empire at such a tender age… and thereby paid her the respect she was due. She was a genius in her own right.

But right now, the conversation's topic was in Curry's element. Not Kagura's. She carefully educated the young CEO.

"Macdougall? 21 Grams? Nonsense. Of course not. I don't dabble in pseudoscience, Madame Kagura… and neither did NESTS. Macdougall was a hack… but Makishima wasn't. There are things in this world we cannot see, yet still may harness. One of them? The Soul. Do you follow?"

Chizuru Kagura's face said no, but she uttered an affirmative anyways. Curry didn't slow down, lest she be asked to explain further. The longer she was sitting here with her funding, the more opportunity her assistants had to screw up her synthesis.

"Makishima had nicknamed the project FETS. Perhaps partways as jest, partways for security. After all, it one one of his final - and most ambitious projects before he expired. The ability to transfer the soul from one vessel to another - much in the same way Orochi chooses his vessels. The process is as follo-"

Chizuru blinked at her with glazed eyes, and held up a hand - requesting a respite from what she (rather offensively dubbed) 'technobabble'. Curry complied and fell silent. She managed to sneak a glance at her watch as she did so.

"Curry… I trust you. There's no need to explain the intricacies of this… FETS. I have a situation with Yagami and his American. They've woken up in eachother's bodies, and as far as I can tell - all hell is breaking loose. Can you fix it?"

Curry arched an eyebrow?

"Somebody else's soul is living in that walking biological disaster? Well… we'd better set them right before the poor boy goes nuts. I can't do it in the field… bring them to the Tokyo labs, and I'll set them right."

Chizuru slumped in her chair and sighed in relief. She offered her a faint smile, and led with a follow-up.

"Well Curry, you never cease to amaze. One more thing - for security reasons… is there any way to detect when somebody has been swapped? Ah… under the influence of these 'FETS'?"

Curry stiffened very slightly, then offered an equally glacial smile. She kept her voice even.

"Unfortunately that's impossible, Madame Kagura."

"...impossible?"

Chizuru had obviously expected her to elaborate. Instead, Curry stood from her seat and offered a stiff bow.

"Apologies Madame Kagura… there are still some things I'm simply unable to do. Please excuse me."

Short and sweet.