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"Right," the woman scoffed. She shuffled off to the side for a moment, rummaging in the bins for some unknown object. Stopping for a moment, she pulled out a long metal chain -- best to take precautions. Plain rope wouldn't be enough to tie the boy down, not after his impressive display in the cell. Weakened or not, he could still be a potential danger.

Lillian stepped over to Demare, slugging him over her shoulder as if she was carrying a potato sack or something of the sorts. Returning to the room, she laid him out on a surgeon's table and secured him with the chain.

It was a while since she had... "operated". Tapered fingers ran over a neatly arranged row of surgical instruments, pulling out a scalpel from its holder.

"Now, what can we do with you?" she murmured, gazing over at the boy.

With a fluid motion, Lilly flung the scalpel at the boy. It landed a mere two inches away from the top of his head, pinning a fly in place by its wings. Scare tactics were so fun.

"There, there. We're going to make you... normal, to put it in simple terms." she crooned in a mock-sincere voice, eyes running over the drawer of surgical instruments agian. She would have to run some DNA tests, figure out what genes made the kids Legends and eliminate them.

Lillian extracted a large needle and an empty syringe, glancing over at the boy. She smirked, and swabbed Demare's arm with a dab of disinfectant.

"This won't hurt a bit," she said, grinning a cheshire cat grin. In seconds, she had a full syringe of blood ready for testing. Slipping on a pair of nylon gloves, she stepped off to begin the preparations. DNA testing was a lengthy process, but it had good payoffs.

Rows after rows of data ran down the screen, and the woman analyzed them with a sharp eye.

"Aha, what's this?" Raising an eyebrow, Lillian double-clicked to pause the scanning. A string of genes had appeared on screen. Non-human, at that. Scratching down a few notes on a legal pad, she resumed the scanning, pausing the flow of data ever so often to investigate a gene that had appeared to her as other-worldly.

"The DNA scan won't take too long," she replied, "but I'm not quite sure about actually... correcting the problems. We'll need to eliminate these strange genes from the body altogether, and God knows how long that will take."

Mayu stirred slightly, immediately feeling a sharp pain in the back of her head. It felt like she had been run over by a steamroller, reinflated, and run over again.

Taking a moment to recollect herself, the Legend surveyed her surroundings. She was in another cell, though this one was not as fancy as the one in the hallway. Ordinary steel bars, with a large padlock hanging from the door.

Now, lock picking wasn't her specialty, per se -- in fact, she had never even picked a lock before. She had seen it on television, however, and had memorized the steps taken to open such a lock. She needed something sharp. She eyed the door handle that she had stuck in her pocket earlier. It was sharp, but too large to fit in the keyhole.

She rummaged in her pockets for something sharp, and found just what she needed -- a screw that had not fallen when the handle was yanked off of the sliding door. Perfect. Now, if she could only remember how to pick a lock...

The Legend jiggled the screw around in the lock, hoping that the tumblers would catch. No click, another failed attempt. She was getting frustrated by then, and she had to stop to calm herself before she attempted to pick the lock once again. If she tried while she was frustrated, chances would be good that she would break the screw in half completely. And then what would she do?

Another jiggle. This time, a muted click sounded, and the padlock came apart. Mayu sighed with relief as she removed the lock from the cell door, pocketing the screw. She placed the padlock besides the open door and sneaked out silently.

She knew that watching all of those detective movies would pay off one day. As she came up to a corner, she peered over to check that no one was coming and quickly slipped out of the dark hallway. Now, she just had to get through this maze of hallways, find Demare, kick butt, and get out of the building with time to spare. Easy enough, wasn't it?

Okay, another split in the road. Mayu closed her eyes and pointed in a random direction. Left, she supposed. Traipsing lightly down the corridor, she found herself in the hallway of glass cells once again -- good, she had gone in the right direction.

Now.. she had to go right to reach the reinforced steel door. Turning the corner, Mayu once again started down the nearly endless hallway. She wasn't quite sure if they had even kept the boy in the room, they might have moved him like they had done to her.

Well, she had to take chances and make mistakes, she reckoned, even though this wasn't the best situation in which to apply the famous words of Ms. Frizzle. As she approached the door, she slowed her pace. She would take the two by surprise.

It was all or nothing now. Mayu slammed into the steel door, holding the door handle in her hand menacingly. Just as she entered the room, she realized how stupid of a plan this really was -- she was only armed with a broken door handle, Demare would probably be tied down, and the two were obviously well armed.

"LET HIM GO! OR.. OR I'LL.. THROW THIS SHOE AT YOU!" Mayu cried, kicking off one of her sandals and chucking it at the blond man.

Lillian shrieked in frustration, fighting against the shadows as best as she could. And she was losing.

"They're getting away.." she snarled, attempting to wriggle out of the shadows' grasp. They held on tight, and she could only watch as the silver-haired girl untied the boy.

Mayu had the chains loosened in a matter of seconds, and was hobbling over to pick up her thrown sandal. She stuck out her tongue as she ran towards the door, waving Demare over as well.