The Brat Scale

While Nick was undergoing surgery, a beautiful Black woman in a floral dress stood in the distance from the Steel Digital company building.

Seeing the police cordoning off the area, the woman took out her phone and made a call.

"Hello, Clairvoyant. Steel Digital is useless now. What should we do next?

Maya was in the Laboratory yesterday. She disappeared after the explosion.

Our Death Soldier project isn't going well. Do you think we should keep going?"

A voice altered by a Voice Changer came through the phone. "We have to continue. Death Soldier is what can change the world.

Don't worry about Maya. You can finish the Experiment without her.

You can move the Centipede Project forward first. Once you find the best Extremis Virus fusion ratio, the Death Soldier project will be all but successful.

The Extremis Virus can turn the human body into an energy source. It's the most advanced biological achievement we have. Combine it with mechanical weaponry to create a Death Soldier, and that's our future.

The world is changing. We need greater power, or we'll accomplish nothing."

The Black woman watched several police officers in the distance pointing at her. A smile tugged at her lips. She waved at them, then turned and got into a Sedan.

As she started the Sedan, she said into the phone, "What about OCP? Should I cut off all ties with them?"

Clairvoyant's voice turned grave. "Yes. OCP is under scrutiny. Don't let them expose you. George in New York is determined to investigate this to the end. It'd be troublesome for us if we came under scrutiny."

Holding the phone, the Black woman turned the wheel and drove away just before the police officers reached her. Looking at the confused officers in her rearview mirror, she chuckled.