<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Dione3.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">The Countess</span></span><br/><em>Buxom CEO, Master Planner</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>0<strong>SPE:</strong>2<strong>INT:</strong>6<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>0<strong>AGL:</strong>2<strong>PER:</strong>6<br/><br/><strong>The League HQ</strong><br/><br/>“I’m more than aware of that, doctor,” The Countess replied snidely. “Which is why we must be ready for them at the museum.”<br/><br/>She led him through the maze-like corridors that spanned beneath the block of the Spire. If anyone didn’t know it by heart, it would be possible for them to get lost for a considerable time before stumbling upon an exit, or worse, one of their experiments or a member of The League. Deeper beneath the conference room sat the labs, an area where Synapse was quite familiar with.<br/><br/>“I thought that this would be a good time to implement one of our new prototypes,” she continued, activating the panel to one of the storage wings. The door opened, revealing a row of containment cells. They ranged from simple steel boxes to fully furnished suites, depending on the nature of what or who needed to be stored. “If The Order has a plan, then it is best we bring something they cannot plan for. Therefore, it’s time to let Miss Hyde to stretch her legs and get some exercise.”<br/><br/>At the end of the row sat a more ‘private’ area of holding cells. If it wasn’t for the rows before it, this would look almost like a regular living quarters. The Countess stopped at the furthest one and activated the door control.<br/>