<strong>Helena Walsh / Lincoln, England</strong><br/><br/>Another day of work. Helena enjoyed her time in the lab, of course. If she didn't like it, she wouldn't still be doing it. But she knew the consequences of what she was doing. A glance at her dark blue scales, matching her eyes, was enough to remind her of what could happen if she did something wrong.<br/><br/>Not that the thought of possible mistakes bothered Helena all that much. Sure, she had been made comatose in the incident, and had her DNA messed with. But she was alive. Besides, what inventions were perfect their first time through?<br/><br/>Interrupting her own train of thought, Helena walked over to one of the stations in her lab. On top of that station, 30 shirts were laid out, with various levels of stiffness. Stifling a yawn from a rather long night, Helena ran a hand over each shirt, feeling them for stiffness. Activating a tape recorder, she spoke in a deep voice, with a heavy British accent. "Samples 1, 4, 5, 7, 9, 11, 15, 20, 23, 27, and 29 are unusable for the purposes designed," she reported, picking up each shirt and tossing them into a biohazard bin. "The chemicals have made those shirts too stiff, reducing the mobility to an unacceptable level."<br/><br/>Next, she grabbed a scalpel, slashing each shirt. "In addition," she continued after running the blade over each shirt, "Only samples 2, 8, and 30 held up when cut with a scalpel." Once again, she took the shredded shirts and placed them into the biohazard bin.<br/><br/>Turning off the tape recorder, she picked up the 3 surviving shirts, carrying them to the other side of the lab. Dressing three mannequins with the shirts, she then picked up a Walther P99. She wasn't a good shot, but from 15 feet away, she didn't need to be. Putting in earplugs, she fired 3 shots at each shirt.<br/><br/>Taking out the earplugs, she took the shirts off of the mannequins, examining both the shirts themselves, as well as pressure sensors placed on the mannequins.<br/><br/>Placing the pistol back on the station she'd picked it up from, she went over to the tape recorder, turning it on to report her findings. "Sample 2, while withstanding blades, did not hold up to small arms fire. Sample 8 reduced damage from small arms fire by 15 percent. Sample 30 reduced small arms damage by 45 percent. Therefore, it seems that the best combination is tetraloxinate 3 and sextachloride. However, too much sextachloride will make the formula brittle. Given another week, I believe I can find the balance for optimal results."<br/><br/>With that, Helena turned off the tape recorder. "That will work nicely with my night-time outfit," she said to herself, smiling faintly before heading to the cot she had set up in the corner of the lab. She didn't generally need to worry about intruders. The lab was hidden in the basement of a dilapidated-looking mansion. Most people would see the mansion's exterior and walk away. If not, the high-volt, low-amp charge in the handle of the mansion would be discouraging, to say the least.