Melissa M (Marissa) Danvers.

"And then the dinosaur guy came onto the school's floor and then danced and then said goodbye!" Melody said.

"That's so lovely dearie, I love it." Melissa replied. "I got to go, I'll see you tomorrow baby."

"Not tonight? You've been gone for a week."

"I know baby, but mommy's got to work. Once we're done with the stuff here, I'll take you for breakfast."

"Promise?"

"Promise." Melissa replied. She kissed her daughter over the phone, turned it off, and sighed. She sunk in her chair and wiped her brow. The woman looked to a picture of her daughter, Jeffe (God bless his soul), and her. Thirty-two year old director of Asclepius special research division. One of the state's greatest corporations and quite possibly its biggest criminal organization. If one ignored the state's federal government, that is (badum-tish!) They flooded the market with experimental steroids, injections, and other specialty items and Melissa was overseer of this. True, she didn't just hand the **** out in person but she did give the go-to send off these chemicals. But it was for a good reason, with the help of the gangbangers and other criminal organizations Asclepius' medical data had skyrocketed in development.

Just last month they were finishing the test trials for an experimental steroid that could help patients walk again. It was noble, true a few of those who took the **** did develop brittle bones afterwards, but they were gangsters and freaks, no harm to the working-class man.

"Susan, we're going for a walk." Melissa said. Susan, her assistant for the past three years, got up and followed the woman. Right before she left, the woman looked out the window down into the city's skyline. It was a small city, but it was close to the state's capital. Yet, there wasn't much going on with the place. However, its boring nature made it the perfect place to hide Asclepius' headquarters. At least it should've been a perfect place, whatever dumbass member of the board decided the building should look like Lex Luthor's summer office suite. She growled.

"When I become one of Asclepius’ heads, I'm going to scrape off all of our insignia on the western wall." Melissa assured Susan who nodded to her boss’ proposal. She continued forward followed by her assistant The two entered an elevator, specially delegated to them and headed down the building's length. They passed the ground floor and ended up in the building's sub-level. Here they traveled through twisting corridors deep within the earth.

Finally they arrived in a lab; many people would say having an undocumented chemical lab underground was the makings of a supervillain corporation. And Melissa would say: "I'm ignoring you."

"How is everything?" She walked up to a familiar figure of Dr. Somme, one of the leading scientists for Asclepius' special division.

"Going swell, Miss Danvers. I do have to say though that my shipment of V-21 hasn't arrived yet."

"Apologies, but a certain P.I foiled our deal." Melissa replied. "You'd think after her tit-job she'd be joining the circus to show them off."

"Of course." Dr. Somme chuckled. Melissa briefly thought about Desire (Dez-I-Ray, she kept insisting), Romani P.I and pain in Asclepius's bottom. The two had a history stretching all the way back to twelve years ago when Melissa was just a young assistant to the corporation. The P.I gathered evidence and helped bust one of Asclepius' many corporate stooges. During this time, Melissa didn't know how, but Desire managed to find her one evening. The two met face to face on a lone roof and a relationship of mutual respect and hate was born, it was a night that would live on in Melissa's memory. It was odd to think the two had such a long history together; it was almost like a superhero/supervillain conflict.

“I got to stop thinking like that, she’s just a pest. I’m not a criminal, just a loyal employee.” Melissa thought.

Their relationship had slightly changed though, two months ago Desire appeared again and asked for a favor. Two favors actually, one was to synthesize a cure to a...well, from what Melissa could gather, it had to do with blueberries. The other thing was to make sure her body wasn't any maladies or afflictions, when asked what that meant, the P.I showed her current form. Melissa couldn't help but laugh at her. Desire's once supple bosom had inflated to balloon boobies that looked out of an erotic comic. After much haggling, the woman and Melissa crafted a deal that resulted in Desire gathering **** on a rival corporation. Still the P.I managed to tweak Asclepius' nose, even though it wasn't overtly her fault, one of their allied smugglers had been busted by police. It was done in such a way that their previous deal wasn't nulled.

So caught up in her thoughts, Melissa didn't notice that a worker rushed towards the group and babbled about a wrecked terminal. Melissa’s assistant ringed in her ears, but it was already too late. The room exploded and the director was knocked into a wall. Liquids splashed, electricity sparked, and people ran about in terror.

"What the hell?" Melissa got up, dusted her suit, and took charge. She gripped terror stricken workers, pointed to downed employees, and helped people to one of the emergency exits. She gazed about the slowly crumbling sub-lab and looked to a figure retreat deeper into chaos.

“Wait! The exit over here’s closer!” She raced over, the other person must’ve been panicking. Going forwards, she jumped back in fright when a familiar whizz passed her ear. The woman wasn’t an idiot, she knew the sound of a gun when she heard it. More bullets passed her by and Melissa retreated. Unfortunately, a stray bullet opened up a nearby container, spilling liquids across Melissa’s back. Then another bullet popped itself into a terminal exploding other volatile chemicals into Melissa’s body.

Panic, horror, and fear entered Melissa’s body. Was she going to die? Desperately, she slid behind a desk and felt more chemicals spill across its surface. The shooter kept firing, opening more containers, beakers, and whatever else there was. Fluids dripped over Melissa’s body while she hid. The directors did her best to calm herself.

“I should’ve told Melody how much I loved her.” She morbidly thought. Sitting in the middle of this hectic destruction, Melissa’s teeth tightened feeling an intense pain in her gut. Did the bastard manage to shoot her? Oh god, did a bullet rupture an organ, was this internal bleeding? Melissa looked down to see if she got shot and scream.