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[b:168fa81e63]Mirror mirror on the wall..[/b:168fa81e63][/color:168fa81e63]
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[b:168fa81e63]Who's the deadliest Rogue o' them all?[/b:168fa81e63][/color:168fa81e63][/align:168fa81e63]
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Captain Cold? This is Kodako Takabe, requesting assistance from the mirror dimension. Evan is, well, he seems to be quite ill, and he needs you to make ice, if that makes any sense to you. He is very weak, and nearly unconscious, and these mirrors are not in my area of expertise, so if you could kindly make haste with an, an ice wall or something, it would be much obliged. It was on the very fringes of politeness that she made this request, because really. Her brain could handle either panic or proper decorum right now, and it was clearly favoring the first. Please, please hurry. She turned to Evan next, still holding the mirror. Please...do not leave me here alone.
Blue...yes, I have heard tell of such a creature. We have never...interacted, but that is simply because the services it charges for, I can do on my own. I assume you lot use it enough to be minutely familiar? I am done here, by the way. The wriggling probe dropped back in through the compact, curling up in her hand as she pulled its other ends out of her earpiece and eye, replacing her goggles. Without her work to concentrate on, the chill was back full-force, and she suppressed a shiver.
Amazing, really, the things Cadmus was working on. They were government-backed, and the secret parts of Uncle Sam's arsenal got all the best toys to play with. Uh, Evan? Not moving away from where she was connected to the computer, Ko waved him forward. When the government made you into their Mirror Master...are you sure you got all of the old one's tech? Because I am seeing a big chunk here in the storage records. It looks like they kept a mirror replicator, some kind of jet pack, and a...laser-powered disco ball?
Pulling a writhing, three-ended cable out of one of the pouches on her belt, Ko inserted one end into her right pupil, another into her earpiece, and allowed the third to snake out through the compact, forming a USB plug and attaching to the computer. Almost instantly, Ko found herself dropped into Cadmus' central database. Well! We hit gold on the first try, I can see just about everything. Only need to sort through it. You are looking for information regarding gene therapy, y- oh they did not. Going from casual to furious was a mood swing common to her dives into the Cadmus systems. I am going to skin them alive. Your gene therapy is here alright. Metahumans at the drop of a hat, through the use of self-replicating nanites that heal wounds and simulate minor powers such as super-strength and invulnerability. These are my designs. Worse, these are my designs exactly as I made them when Hiro and I were building my eyes in the first place. All the flaws are intact. I am taking these off their grid.
She couldn't leave the information there. Aside from the fact that her former employees had ransacked her work computer to pass off her inventions as their own, they'd made the error of leaving in flaws that could be deadly to a person who didn't know how to fix them. Ko had learned of all the bugs in her system the hard way. The painful way. Evan...I cannot give you these files. For one thing, they are mine. Then there is the fact that this 'gene therapy' is nothing more than techno-organic hoodoo. In the wrong hands, it could be deadly to millions. She bit her lip. However, if you give me a moment, I believe I can find you something even better.
Is that what I am now? Oh, father would be so pleased. The teasing sarcasm that dripped from every word was not lost on him, though she dropped it soon enough. Being bad every once in a while was kind of fun, so long as Wally didn't find out. Placing the palm of one gloved hand on her sink and the other on Evan's shoulder, Ko hauled herself up until she rested on her knees on the counter. Looking past him, the mirror dimension was infinitely dark, except in the places where other doorways glinted like stars. She took a deep breath, releasing it slowly as she offered him her other hand. Alright, pull me right on down the rabbit hole.
Ohh no, I get enough of that kind of talk from my intern, Mister McCulloch. If I had to worry about bed invaders from the dimension next door...well, I suppose I would have to set up discouraging traps, yes? Pushing away from the wall, she padded back to her bedroom. Let me guess, the game this evening is infiltration, hm? Better dress the part.
She'd learned from her last Cadmus-related adventure, and prepared accordingly. Finally, being obsessive to the point of ridiculousness was working out! Insulated, frictionless clothing in dark colors, shoes with proper tread, yellow-lensed goggles to protect her eyes and shield her identity somewhat...knee pads because being a genius doesn't exclude you from being uncoordinated. And last but not least... You know, I keep forgetting that I own one of these. The gun was real, and she kept it loaded, but she never carried it with her, and was always seeming to go up against opponents faster than her. Still, against humans, normal humans, it would be enough.
Well? Is this ready enough?