Shifting her faceless stare to Bret, the figure sighed. "You're not a gene splicer. You wouldn't understand it. I've told you all you'll comprehend...Its your decision."
Looking down at her wrist, at a small screen, she smiled to herself, hidden behind the black glass. And they haven't even asked who I am yet...
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
