<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1w6Sw.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Abigail Brand<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Agent Brand or Ma'am or Miss. Not 'Hydra-Hair.'<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Northern Egypt, Mersa Matruh<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Nightcrawler's psychosis was disconcerting, as was Spymasters revelation. So she turned to the still unconscious Mr. Fear and after a bit of searching the suits database, figured out that there was in fact a hypospray injector and loaded it with adrenaline. Knowing full well she could kill the supervillain via heart attack or other strain, she didn't hesitate as she jammed the injector into the villains heart and gave him a full dose of adrenaline to try and rouse him awake. Almost immediately there was a response as the supervillain suddenly seized up, his entire body tensing, then shuddering as she withdrew the needle from Mr. Fears chest, the injector needle itself apparently strong enough to punch through his light body armor.<br/><br/>His arms and legs locking up, trembling in mid air as his body seemed to arrest itself momentarily, gritting underneath the mask as Abigail leaned in close. "Is there an anti-toxin?" she then asked the supervillain as soon as she noticed the head under his mask finally shift, before falling upon her. He paused, then suddenly clutched at his wounded chest, before wheezing out an exhalation, his body staggering a bit as his breathing started to stagger, until after a moment passed and he gained more of his breath, she realized he was laughing at her. "Larry? Is there a cure?"<br/><br/>Still dryly chuckling he started to shake his head slowly from side to side, gritting through his teeth as he struggled to respond. "I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Matt after I poisoned his wife. You think you've won. I don't even know who you are and you're already a loser. There is no cure. No anti-toxin," he started to say with a chuckling laugh. But all he saw was the stoic armored face of Sandstorm staring down at him as she reached up and ripped off his mask, exposing him to the residue of the fear gas.<br/><br/>"And how about now?" she then growled icily, hoping he'd get a few lungfuls himself of his own medicine.<br/><br/>He coughed, loudly, specks of blood flickering across the collar of his jacket. "Sorry... doesn't work that way... I've already been vaccinated," he then replied with a big smile.<br/><br/>"Do you bleed Mr. Cranston?" she then asked, emptying her injector casing only to have it be replaced by a new one.<br/><br/>"Eh?" he asked, pausing just enough to shake his head incredulously. "What? You're going to torture me? I have no fear."<br/><br/>"Fear is just another form of anxiety. You can't be 'without' fear and still function as a normal human being Larry. Now I'm going to harvest your blood producing areas, and use the antibodies to synthesize an antitoxin to help pass your temporary immunity onto others. I guarantee you won't survive the process," she then said, aiming the fresh injector at his skull. "Now if I remember High School anatomy correctly, there's a lymph node in the cortex right?" she asked, waving it around his nose as she held him down with her other hand.<br/><br/>"Wait! You dumb fucking idiot. There's no cure! There's NO CURE! You can't synthesize a vaccine out of my BLOOD!" he suddenly screamed as she grazed the large needle point over his cheek, tracing it down around his larynx.<br/><br/>"Is there one here?" she then asked, tapping at his throat, before shifting the needle point to the armpit. "Are antibodies and lymph nodes even the same thing?" she then asked openly. "Maybe I'll hit all three."<br/><br/>"Okay! Okay! You can synthesize a vaccine!" he replied, his voice starting to sound frantic.<br/><br/>"Don't be afraid..." she cooed, tearing open the fabric of his sleeve with the needle.<br/><br/>"A blood based one. But it'll require testing. And a lab. The effects won't last that long! It won't matter!" he then screamed, showing that being without fear certainly wasn't meaning he was without anxiety.<br/><br/>"I don't have time Larry. You'll help me one way or another," Abigail then stated firmly, before pulling up the needle and leveling it with his skull again. "How can you help me?"<br/>---<br/><br/><em>Half an hour later...</em><br/><br/>Agents Kang and Tokoro raced down the steps to the bunker, followed by a mixed Italian Navy and civilian Egyptian medical team from the airbase when Abigail walked towards the bottom of the staircase, her helmet off and face exposed, long green hair blowing in the wind. "Bring the hematologist?" Abigail asked dryly as the two SWORD Agents, weapons ready, raced down the stairs, not noticing until they were almost in front of her, that her brand new armor was speckled with droplets of dried blood.<br/><br/>"No. Closest we could find was an oncologist," Agent Tokoro replied with a smirk as the medics moved up behind them.<br/><br/>"No worries. We figured it out," Abigail then said, tossing one of the Doctors a glass milk bottle filled with a strange, off red liquid.<br/><br/>"And the prisoners?" Agent Kang then asked.<br/><br/>"Mr. Cross is being detained below. He's been disarmed. Mr.... Spymaster has had a change of heart. In exchange for our cooperation, I've promised him a full pardon, and a suit of Mandroid armor when hostilities are over for him to play with. While supplies last," Abigail stated as the Doctor examined the solution and shrugged, realizing this must've been the antitoxin they synthesized.<br/><br/>"And Mr. Fear? What about Larry Cranston?" Agent Kang asked as the medical team moved in to find Nightcrawler laying on a feather down pillow on an army cot.<br/><br/>"He was very helpful. When this is all over, I'm going to add the charge of rape to his record, post-mortem," she then stated dryly before turning to Kang and Tokoro. "Take care of Kurt. We need to head back to Port Said. If it's not burning already, it will be soon." Without another word, she started to march back up the stairs and into the sunlight.