Natasha tested the programming software on the palmtop device as she drove along.  Everything seemed to be functioning okay, the devices she'd connected to the palmtop were working fine and the programming modules interfaced with them perfectly...Jonathon would have no problem interfacing with them, so she made sure his programming was able to fully access the data file, her right hand moving like a blur across the keyboard while she drove with her left hand.  Natasha's eyes flickered as she took in everything she was doing, her ability to multi-task quite superior to anyone else in the world.  Eventually she came to a stop by the park and rushed out of the car, falling out of the car and landing with a thud on her side and skidding across her back.  Samantha already knew she was here by the intense headache of many thoughts that suddenly entered her mind.<br/>"My sister is here."  Samantha mentioned to Sarah as she sat in the pocket trying to clear her mind.<br/>"Ow, ow!"  Natasha muttered as she picked herself up and rushed over to Sarah.  "Here, this will help you track your friend."  She explained, handing over the console with Jonathon and the extra components of the palm top that were lodged into the ports like abnormal growths from its rear and side.  "Now for Samantha."  She spoke, reaching for the gun...then realising it had fallen out of her pocket.  She glanced back, seeing it on the road and watched in horror as a bus ran over it activating the device, but at the same time crushing the gun as the two of them skidded across the surface of the road.  Natasha ran over to the crushed gun and shrunken bus, tripping over onto her knees as her breasts landed like squishy cushions either side of the bus.  Natasha let out a slight moan of pain as she pushed herself up, noticing the bus lodged in her cleavage, but thinking it safer for the people inside if they just stayed there for now.  Quickly, she picked up the scraps of gun from the road and looked over to Sarah as she stumbled across to her.  This was why Natasha never ventured out of the lab much...she was one of the clumbsiest people when it came to running, jumping...or even just walking, she always seemed to find something to trip over.<br/>"Um, could I ask you a favour Sarah....please look after Samantha tonight.  Oh, and I assume if she's small then she's been around one of my prototype guns...if you have it, could you bring it to the research facility in the morning along with the palmtop and my sister."  She then hobbled back to the car, still hurting a little as she looked to the clock on the dashboard.  It was quarter to six, she had to hurry back to the lab and have supper with Juliette...the bus full of civilians could wait in her lab until she got back she thought to herself as she sat down in the car.