"Here's another question, R.H., and you may not like it." Mike had his shoulders hunched up as he held up an index finger. "What if the Powers Formula gets out, beyond the studio?"
"It won't," R.H. said bluntly.
"How do you know?" Mike asked.
R.H. chuckled. "We have it under lock and key."
Brad Martin, chief of security, stood with his arms crossed and a very serious grim look on his face. He wondered how safe the formula could be if R.H. was using the phrase "lock and key." Did the "king of movies" understand very much about modern-day security practices?
R.H. seemed to have no concerns or worries as he settled back in his plush leather chair, grinning like a Cheshire cat while all the while waving that magical cigar.
"Don't worry, my friends. To quote 'Raiders Of The Lost Ark:' "We have top men working on it.'"
"Who?" someone asked as if on cue.
"Top….men," R.H. insisted firmly then he leaned back and laughed.
While this went on, Brad pictured Fred the janitor who, with his short skinny frame and large white broom mustache, looked like the janitor featured in Archie comics.
Brad pictured Fred pushing a large wooden crate on wheels. In a spacious warehouse storeroom, Fred placed that crate among piles of other huge crates.
Once he got done imagining that, Brad had another thought. Everything should be fine, he realized. As long as the Powers Formula doesn't get out of the studio.
In a basement lab two miles underground from where Brad and R.H. were assembled with the department heads, scientists in white lab coats were so busy working they didn't notice when two vials of the Powers Formula went missing. Disappeared. Vanished. They were promptly replaced with two small devices that made it look, and feel, like the vials were still there.
The invisible thief smiled as he boarded a high-security elevator with two other scientists. The same formula that made him invisible kept his body heat from being detected, and since he was floating above the elevator floor, his weight would not be detected either.
After his little elevator ride, he should be able to easily leave the lot undetected. He could then deliver his two vials to two different places.
He would deliver one vial to Mammoth Studios; that was the deal he had made.
The other vial would go to a scientist friend to be duplicated and then distributed to members of the general public.
No one should hold a monopoly on superpowers.
Superpowers belonged to the world.