S2-ENF-009 - HYPNOSIS

“Okay,” said Dr. Blithe. “This one was way too easy.”

“Ruff,” said Emilia Lucent, sourly. “Ruff, ruff.”

“Usually I have to work a little harder to pull off one of my legendary pranks. But with Carol Song and the rest of the 1-A Artemis containment team out of the way, all I had to do was sneak a few subliminal messages into your morning workout playlist. Now you’re mine to command.”

“Ruff.”

“You too, Melissa.” The trio of researchers, consisting of one smugly grinning handsome man in a lab coat and two extremely angry-looking beautiful women in no lab coats, were strolling through the center of Berlin, before an audience of curious punks and cheering baristas with nose rings. At least, Dr. Blithe was strolling. Emilia Lucent and Melissa Cifuentes, who between them had at least five advanced degrees in such fields as Theoretical Physics, Very Hard Maths, and Gender Studies, were crawling on all fours.

“How are you feeling, girls?”

“Ruff! Ruff ruff ruff! Ruff! RUFF!”

“That’s adorable. What good little puppy dogs you are. Now, kiss.”