Beneath the strobe of an overhead lamp, two figures look upon a third as it lays prostrate on an examination table. The majority of the figure is covered in tight bandages spotted in dried blood.

"How is the prototype coming?" The tallest asks, fingers adjusting the cufflinks upon his suit.

"Better than expected, sir. We have collected enough recombinant DNA from particles left in the dueling rings to begin germination," the shorter, more portly man giddily states. His lab coat stained in food and spilled iodine. A mustard splotch decorates a spot just above his breast pocket.

"Good. And you are certain that Kurgen knows nothing of this?" His question is laced with deep concern.

"Absolutely, sir. As far as he is aware, we are just a financial patron helping promote his tournament." Mr. Labcoat reassures Mr. Suit with a bobbleheaded nod.

"It's beautiful, no?" Mr. Suit asks with a cluck of his tongue as other lab assistance come and start cutting free the bandages. Smooth porcelain skin is slowly revealed, inch by inch.

"It's"perfect." Mr. Labcoat corrects as his voice catches in his throat.

"And the other?" The suit queries while turning to look at his counterpart.

"No memory. The enhancements are in place, but she will have no memory." He says uncertainly before clearing his throat.

(cross-posted in the Hydra Folder ))