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Winchester's attention is somewhere else, she does little to show it. "What do you do?" I ask and take a drink from my glass. The coffee burns deep in my throat and I shut my eyes, relishing in the feel of it. "I'm a lab scientist for the most part of it. I own an impressive lab downtown. I work in biogenetics." Should I know what that means? Where I come from, *science* isn't important enough to be a subject in school. What does a race that doesn't get old or need medicine to heal need science for?

The scientist rummaged through Alex’s pockets and pulled out a badge. “A police dog, huh? How dare they send one of you here,” the scientist muttered, clearly unaware of the outside world beyond the company walls. It was as if everyone inside the lab existed in complete isolation, detached from any reality beyond their secretive work—just as one would expect from people deeply immersed in scientific pursuits.

That I won’t. For months now, I’ve fixed supernaturals up and sent them on their way, learning the blueprint of their species. How to fix them… but also how to destroy them on a molecular level. And every day these scientists make themselves a fancy new monster, and then have me heal what they’ve broken. Let them talk. I take a deep breath, muffling it in my mattress. Let them laugh. I release it, trying to keep my heart rate steady around so many predator animals.

It just showed me, what great leader she would be. "What are you?" Someone in the crowd yelled. A smirked was begin to grow on my lips. " I am a ...Lucan princess! I have lived many lives and now I am one of few left of my species!" I yell out , to make sure everyone could hear me. Hundreds of gasps were heard after my statement. After a moment , people started to yell "Lies!" "Lucans are extinct!" "Liar!" "Kill this impostor!" "They all died after the Great War."

But as I sat down at an empty research desk, eyeing the books for what seemed like the millionth time, something registered from what Jennivah had said last night. “He was a scientist, not a healer, after all.” A scientist. He was a scientist. And I had been looking in the medical section. The next several weeks I spent diving through every part of the scientific section of the archive, willing myself through sleepless nights to find any reference to Nyllan that I could find.

I throw my head back, my eyes at the brink of tearing up as my brain fights to try to make me understand that what I think has to be a joke really isn’t one. “You’re…You’re joking, right?” I ask as the lingering chuckles quickly dwindle. After a long moment’s silence with the unbreakable intensity of his authority, I scoff softly, shaking my head as I stammer anxiously, “I-I’m a physicist—a mathematician. I’m—I’m not an engineer. I-I-I can’t build you a bomb.”

“It makes you lazy. It is that easy, if you want it to be. I have complete faith in your abilities, when you’re properly motivated. You’re a brilliant scientist. For both our sakes, I hope you don’t disappoint me.” “You make it sound like it’s something I can do overnight!” I jumped up off the couch, the only way to alleviate the twitching in my limbs. I nearly tripped and fell. “I can’t—it’s just not that simple. I don’t have—even with enough funding, I can’t—and I don’t have—it’s not that simple!”

Diana chuckled. “Uh-huh, I know you’re experienced. “Do you think a genius scientist like me can’t bring anything out when they don’t allow me to? “All those R&D projects are recorded in my head! “Just wait, I’ll write a copy for you tonight.”

He is a doctor, yes, but also a scientist working on clever, genetic-based engineering in his “spare time.” I couldn’t understand half of what he was talking about, but the passion he expresses when talking about his scientific research is charming in a delightfully nerdy way. I think the word Tilly would use to describe him is “smexy.” His watch beeps, “Looks like my break is over,” he smiles apologetically as he points to his watch. We had been sitting in this cafe for an hour. “Oh,” I stand suddenly. “I’m so sorry! I wasted your entire break.”

He confidently offered his solution. While I still had my doubts. "Can you guarantee they'd be better?" Like we had argued before, I fed my curiosity. "I don't know, I have Hazel eyes, which means I'm open to any possibilities. All I know, I'm a scientist. With data, I try and see. I observe, then I write data until I succeed. We'll find a way... " -to be continued-