"What is it?" Metis demanded, shooting a look at the group of researchers.<br/><br/>"Nothing, doctor," one replied. "Perhaps it's best to keep the subject completely restrained. For our own safety."<br/><br/>Metis looked back at Jupiter; the mask was growing ever more unslightly. Seeing it made her uncomfortable. She shook her head and looked up at the nurse station behind the wheelchair.<br/><br/>"I would like you to remove the mask, please. The least we can do is help make Miss Jones comfortable." She crossed her arms across her chest to reinforce her superiority. The age gap never deterred Metis. She was not some ignorant youth; she had gained her doctoral degree when she was ten and had been researching ever since. She had almost just as much experience in the field as her collegues and did not care that they did not truly respect her. Summing her brilliance to her 'evoluntionary defect', Metis was no better than the children they experimented on to her fellow researchers.<br/><br/>The nurse relunctantly followed out her order and removed the mask, her hand trembled as she unbuckled the latched. Metis nodded with approval. Checking the file for the final time, she walked over to the other side of the room towards the nurse with the injections. With the final preparations; Metis washed and gloved her hands.<br/><br/>"Nurse, could you record Miss Jones' pulse one last time before administration." She asked the nurse nearest to Jupiter. For some reason, she was nervous. Hesitant to carry out the injection, Metis watched as the nurse timidly leant over to take Jupiter's vitals.