He stood up and reached for a dull grey metal chestsitting on his bookshelf. Back when he was his plain self he would'veneeded both hands to even lift...it considering it was mostly constructedof lead, now he could lift it effortlessly in one hand. His father was amedical researcher and for a time had worked with radioactive isotopes.At some point he needed a bigger container and rather then scrapping it.He'd given it to his son as a present. He'd never thought that he wouldneed it to hide. "This way", Robert said as he led her into the house, through a large living room, down a hall, to his bedroom. On the bed, passed out, was a blonde woman, whose dress was short and revealing. A worried look must have come over Hannah, because Robert shook his head. "Don't worry, there's nothing nefarious going on. She came home with me and, before we could do anything, she passed out. She obviously doesn't know her limits, at least as far as alcohol is concerned." "So, what do you want from. He sets to work and fiddles with a few of the wires, connections and asks about how they get into the house. Mimi opens up her back patio door and points outside to the side of the house. He promptly exits the door to take a look. Mimi busies herself by making a cup of tea while the man works. She hears the door open and close a few more times then his voice startles her. "Ma'am I think I figured it out! Could you please test out the internet for me?" His hand moving toward the computer room he. The laughter sped too, and became a howl. A white screen, and silence. A grassed field greened the screen, with the distant blurred silhouettes of trees. In the foreground, a single flower grooved to the slow beat of the breeze, on which the camera zoomed. It morphed, through some rather backyard visual effects, into a simple logo. After panning out, it was clear the logo adorned a large canister of nerve-gas. Clear, in that it looked as a large nerve-gas canister perhaps should, also aided by.