The elevator dinged. God himself cockblocked me at every chance. How did the elevator work with the basement gutted?

“Chaos Theory! You have done it now! Governor Jonas can no longer cover for you!”

A sleek black robot with a screen for a face rolled out of the elevator. It looked like a T.V. connected by a long pole to a tiny tank. A round man with curmudgeonly jowls floundered about on screen. Unfortunately, a large pebble blocked the robot’s path. The machine tried to roll over it but tripped and crashed onto its side.

“Chaos! Why is the screen sideways? Damn technology!”

I sighed and teleported the robot back onto its treads.

“Tombo, you run a technology company. You can’t say that.”

“Biotechnology! There is a difference!”

No, there wasn’t. His company sold machinery, too.

“Okay, whatever. Tombo, what the heck is this?”

I gestured at the Squat.

“Where is it? I cannot see!”

“Stop screaming. You don’t need to yell for me to hear you.”

I shifted him to the Squat and teleported a lamp into the room for light. The monster lay in a twisted heap.

“Chaos Theory! Did you kill my chimera? You bastard!”

“Hey, it was an accident. All’s fair in love and war.”

“You destroyed my labs and killed my test subjects! Do you know how hard it was to build this? Not only that, most villains do not take to the modifications! You will rue the day you poked the beast, Genewall Ltd! Justice shall be swift and ruthless!”

“The Squat destroyed your labs—your illegal labs—not me.”

Tombo grumbled and shifted his robot to get a better angle of the corpse. Iseult pushed off my back. He lifted the robot by its neck and stared into the screen.

“You experimented on villains?”

“Who are you? You look homeless! I hate homeless people! You should all be rounded up and shot!”

“I am a fucking villain.”

“Even worse!”

Iseult shook the robot.

“Did you capture a woman named Guinevere Paxley?”

“Stop shaking the screen! You are making me sick!”

“Fucking answer.”

Iseult held the screen steady. The robot’s treads rolled, but it couldn’t get away from him.

“Of course we did! You are looking at her! Our greatest creation, dead!”

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Iseult stiffened. Oh no. The Squat was…. Iseult crushed the robot’s neck in his grip. His face masked all emotion, but bulging veins on his forehead indicated his feelings.

“Chaos Theory, fucking find Thomas’s location. I want to speak with this bitch in person.”

“That’s not the best ide—“

“Fucking do it.”

Yes, dear. I searched through Three Faces, but Tombo wasn’t in any of Genewall’s buildings. I couldn’t find him in his houses or apartments either.

“Haha, you fools! You will never find m—“

“Found him.”

“What?!”

He stayed in his lakeside cabin outside Three Faces’ city limits. I stole food from there occasionally, not like he noticed. The man could buy a grocery store on a whim.

I teleported us into his office. Bright yellow lights lit the warm room. Red persian rugs, mahogany furniture, family portraits—his office had it all in spades. Tombo himself sat behind a massive wooden desk, so large I could lounge comfortably on it. In fact, I did. I teleported onto his desk, laying on my side with my head propped by my right arm.

“Come here often?”

“Chaos! You are getting blood on my desk!”

He jumped to his feet, revealing a button down shirt but no pants. Gross. I didn’t need to see that, ever. I popped behind Iseult. He was taller, so he could block the view.

“Why aren’t you wearing pants?”

“I am in my own home! I do not need pants for video calls!”

Iseult rushed forward and lifted Tombo by his neck. He shoved the large man against a wall. Tombo clutched at Iseult's hand and gasped for air.

“You did this. You fucking killed her.”

I shifted to his side and patted his shoulder.

“Iseult, this isn’t—“

“Quiet.”

He dropped Tombo to the floor. The man crumpled while rubbing his neck.

“Wh—!”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Iseult slipped a knife to Tombo’s throat. He gulped, fear setting in.

“Do not kill me! I am a figurehead!”

“You fucking bitch. Human experimentation is the lowest of the low. You are pure evil.”

I piped up.

“Don’t forget human trafficking.”

Iseult glared at Tombo. If looks could kill, he’d be dust.

“You still wish to keep your life?”

“Killing me is pointless! I do not have the power to decide Genewall’s path! They will not miss me!”

“So who the fuck runs Genewall?”

Tombo seemed troubled.

“We have a board of directors! They elected me into the CEO position!”

“Then I will kill them.”

I leaned on Iseult like he was a wall.

“Hold your horses. Do you really think that’ll be a good idea? Genewall still holds value. It’d be best if it doesn’t collapse. Let the law handle him. They won’t take kindly to his crimes.”

Iseult pushed me away, but I teleported back to my spot. He sighed.

“There are no laws for the wealthy. They killed Guin. I will not let them off for that.”

“They turned Guin into a monster. I killed her.”

She didn’t need to die. It was my fault. Iseult scoffed.

“Why do you defend these bitches?”

“There are many reasons. For one, Genewall patented the cure for Space Cancer. If they collapse, no one else is allowed to use it.”

Tombo spoke up.

“He is correct! We have patents for many medications! The common people will suffer if we fall!”

“The law allows this farce?”

I nodded my head, and Tombo grumbled.

“The law funds it! Governor Jonas ordered these biological weapons herself! We started the chimera project for her!”

Oh no. Surah, what have you done?

“Why would Surah need biological weapons?”

“To empty the Vilzone, of course!”