<span style="font-style: italic">In a dark, dark time, there was a dark, dark land. In the dark, dark land there were some dark dark labs. In those dark, dark labs there was a dark, dark room and in that dark, dark room a blonde, a doctor and a researcher were sat. Like the pun of a joke waiting to happen. <br/><br/>Montana, the blonde for all intents and purposes, leaned her weight against the desk, combats pulled up to her waist, jacket buckled tightly, boots shined prim and proper and hair scraped back like too much butter on a slice of bread. True military habit leaking into her casual wardrobe.<br/> Alongside her outfit she wore an incredulous expression. <br/><br/>The doctor on the other hand had a face like the bottom of a boot and all the cheer to match. He was a man who had long ago grown sick of coughing up hopeful explanation after hopeful explanation and was looking forward to a much needed holiday.<br/>The researcher, the last of our company in the laboratory office, was pacing the length of the far wall and back, drumming his fingers on his clip board and fidgeting with his glasses. <br/><br/>Too much so for Monty's comfort. As far as she was concerned any male that eager wanted two things; a boot in the arse and one plane ticket straight home to his ma. <br/><br/>She scowled, eyes dropping back to the printed sheet in her hands. <br/><br/>She turned the paper over, brow knitted, lips pulled into the barest of scowls like it had physically asked her to calculate the square root of pi as she read through it for the umpteenth time Her tongue was perched between her lips like it was trying to see too. <br/><br/>"So," when she did finally decide to speak the words came out in a long suspicious drawl, "I do this, I ain't goin' back m'gain?" quick as a leaping Goliath of a spider, her gaze landed squarely between the eyes of the doctor, who almost flinched for the weight of it. <br/><br/>"The process is, as of yet, irreversible, yes," He paused, hand raised, "However the results are numerous and fascinating! By all means worth it!"<br/><br/>"Do it for America," The researcher piped in sourly, not looking from his clipboard, much too busy to be grappling with one stubborn redneck and her inability to read.<br/><br/>Monty shot him a glare that could have melted the shine from lemons, "It say here the side effects are numerous and will correlate directly to yer potential 'power'... what the fack's that answering, eh?! Hardly in t'customer relations business, are ye gents?"<br/><br/>"SIT back down Mrs Wilson!" The researcher scowled the loose threads of his attentions suddenly snapped up by the ex-officers ... [i]enthusiasm</span>, "We haven't presented you such a profound scientific endeavor for you to swear at! I'd have called in an art critic if I wanted that! Please get back in your chair or I'll have security buzzed up for<span style="font-style: italic">threatening</span>behaviour!" He disliked military. Disliked being in the same context as balloons 'dislike' pins or mice 'dislike' snakes. Her questions weren't invalid, but after they'd already spent an hour outlining the process with her already, she must have surely seen it from every conceivable angle by now!? Now she was just nit picking and teasing and he'd be damned if he didn't cut it's legs off at the first hurdle.<br/><br/>Monty sunk back down in the chair they'd left her, but not without sulkily muttering, "That's MISS Wilson, sonny. Mrs is ma dead Ma,"<br/><br/>The doctor winced caught in the crossfire of two sets of smoldering glares, "It means," he sighed looking back at the uptight blonde, "That should you develop wings your overall bone structure would probably dissolve in favour of a much lighter material as to accommodate for flight. The weaknesses in this case would be far easier breaks and fractures and disorientation from the much suddenly smaller body mass,"<br/><br/>"Should you develop pointy teeth you're going to be cutting your gums to shreds," The researcher added in a tone far too hopeful for Monty.<br/><br/>Doc bit his lip, paused and carried on, "Circumstantial weaknesses," he nodded dryly.<br/><br/>Monty sat for half a moment, mind turning over the possibilities like a pebble in her hands. After a fairly lengthy uncomfortable silence she spoke up, raspy southern drawl craving the static air around her, "Sign me up Doc.... for America, heh heh," [/i]