[Redbane]

"Lyle... that bastard.... he and his piddly snivveling about how 'Vera that's completely unethical!' BAH! Who is he? Preaching ethics then destorying my work?! 'Vera you can't force people to birth your warped creations!' Watch me you fool..."
This is what's going through the mind of Verana Deblade as she waited in her lab, privately funded, middle of the ocean, one way in, one way out... and that was her. She adjusted her goggles a bit, the lenses having the magnifying power of her most powerful microscopes as she hovered over a petri dish, pipette in hand.
"He wants to play that way... I'll play that way," she muttered under her breath, removing her goggles, setting the pipette down, and putting the Petri dish in an incubator, "He gave his consent to work with me, so this isn't force at all..." her mind indeed worked in a warped way. Such was proven by the cages of her creations: chimeras of all kinds, attempts at creating mythical creatures. But they were dying, having been sabotaged during devolopment by Lyle. He struck her as one of those piddly humanitarian, animal rights, snivveling do-good-but-play-dirty types. She looked at the clock. It was late at night... or was it early in the day? Her clock was always off by varying amounts. She'd fix it later. But all that mattered was one thing... Lyle was asleep, deeply so, on an examination table. Oh how she loved chloroform for its sleep-inducring properties. She sat by and watched amusedly as he started to blink awake and struggle, his efforts doubling when he caught sight of his red-headed lab partner. If he was at her mercy, none of the other scientists would help him, fearful of crossing her.