Brains found Gordon pacing in the kitchen, aggressively eating a banana, like it had accused him of cheating his way into WASP. Stress etched his every feature, so it was with some reluctance with he approached.
Every scrap of information he managed to get had been after a fight, the explosion and their situation, and now he suspected something else had occurred. The question was what?
'Virgil almost died and Alan is convinced it was him,' the young blond snapped, taking a chunk out of the banana, teeth clacking audibly. 'Expect'—Gordon threw the peel at the bin, spinning on the little scientist—'Penny just called. It wasn't Alan, obviously, it was attempted murder, so we can add that to this shit storm! Yay,' he sneered, leaning against the counter, palms flat and elbows locked, almost growling as he pulled in air through his nose. Like this he reminded Brains of a predator, felines in particular. Hackles raised and fur bristling: a warning to the world that he was not happy and if tested would fight. A fight that he was would win despite his size. He would win.
Brains crept forward carefully, mindful of the minefield before him, but he needed to know; this was his family, and he had a right to know what was going on, though it quickly became apparent that Gordon needed to talk, or at least burn off as much of the aggressive energy as he could, as any questions were willingly answered in detail while he paced, picking up another banana and eating it. The more Brains had learnt, the more he understood the anger and aggression, but there was also a worry that pricked the back of his mind.
Adrenaline storms were not the nicest way to go but easy to make happen. What worried him, though, was the missing vial he had noticed missing. Without thinking, he told Gordon of the odd coincidence, and found himself on the receiving end of a sudden barrage of questions. Brains had been conducting inventory for the medical ward on the island. They didn't kept anything overly potent—things that required that generally needed a hospital, not the small the few rooms here—but the small bottle of adrenaline was missing. He had thought it strange and a little worrying but nothing more. Things were often misplaced, and he had assumed it would turn up again, as he knew the bottles hadn't been used.
Gordon stalked round the counter, and Brains was actually afraid of the man.
'Who was the last person in the lab with you? Before you noticed it was gone.' That feline edge was back as he ran his fingers along the blackened marble top.
'Uhh, J-John,' he stuttered, and Gordon screamed. Screamed like a man possessed as he launched the fruit bowl across the room.