"Mmph!"  Rosenberg struggled for a moment, but couldn't possibly fight the Spoiler's incredible strength.  The air around them seemed to tense suddenly, as if alive with static electricity, but the effect quieted down as the hapless mystical reporter realized that she wasn't actually being<em>attacked</em>.  She still looked startled as he zipped off.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Dr. Omega's lab was much as the Spoiler had left it, although no ninjas were in sight.  (Which could mean one of two things, really.)  The doctor seemed to have a prototype of the Omega Ray Mark XVII constructed, and was busily tinkering with blueprints for some other mildly-insane device when the Spoiler arrived; it looked like some sort of anti-gravity belt.<br/><br/>"Ah, Spoiler.  So you<em>did</em>evade capture?  I was beginning to worry."  Gravity-manipulation devices were certainly complicated, although the Spoiler could understand the gist of it; in theory it would help Dr. Omega attain flight while being harder to shut down than a jetpack.  The design was<em>probably</em>sound.  "You've certainly stirred up quite a bit of trouble, you know."