25th April
10:12 GMT -6
Magnificus looks pained. "A week?"
Thaddeus nods. "Yeah. See, we were trying to work out where Dad might have gone, and this was the only lab we hadn't checked out."
"But we're on Venus."
Thaddeus shrugs. "Yeah?"
Ow! I glance down and see Georgia looking disappointedly at the scalpel she just poked into my right arm. I might not be wearing armour but my environmental shield still works. Beautia snatches it out of her hand. "His name is Paul and yes, it would be a problem if you cloned him."
Georgia looks up at me, jaw set slightly to the left. "Are you sure? Because I could make some cosmetic modifications-?"
"Yes!"
Georgia tosses her head to the right and waves her left hand dismissively. "Fine."
"Not that I.. want to end up as a Possum or anything-."
Georgia scowls at me, and I suddenly get the 'Thaddeus Senior in drag' comment. "One time! And he deserved it! Stupid, deceitful-!"
"What exactly is he supposed to have done that justified-?"
"He only pretended to be nice to me to get close to her." Georgia points her right index finger aggressively at her sister.
"Ah. Well… That shouldn't be a problem, since I met her first."
She shakes her head. "Mom confiscated the Possumizer anyway."
"Hey, orange guy!" Thaddeus Junior waggles some sort of.. technological… "Where'd you get this?"
"That's an invisibility generator from one of Truggs' mercenaries. Are you working with him?"
"Nah, we stole it from your subspace pocket."
What? Ring, status of subspace storage.
"We were going for your lantern but I guess you left that at home."
Subspace pocket is currently empty.
What?
Georgia nudges her sister with her right elbow as she reclaims her scalpel. "Did you know he can cook?"
What?
Thaddeus Junior grins. "Yeah, turns out? Guardians don't bother locking subspace pockets." He shrugs helplessly. "Eh, what you gunna do?"
Find out how to bloody quick. "I should probably warn you that in our testing-."
"Yeah yeah, mental instability in unshielded users. But let's be honest here: with us?" He smiles at me and, yep, Thaddeus Senior with hair. "Who'd notice?"
"I thought there was some sort of truce in effect..?"
He tosses the invisibility generator to me underarm. It doesn't quite travel the full distance and I have to step forward to grab it. Ring, sub… Space. I guess. I mean, I can't carry it around all day. It's just.. whaw, I stick everything in there. Okay, okay, he can't have hacked the ring itself so at worst he's got hold of a few weapons, and he's shown the ability to make more powerful ones than anything I put in storage. He couldn't fit in my armour…
"Where's the rest?"
"Storage warehouse seven. Nice armor, by the way."
"Thank you, Thaddeus." Georgia tilts her head up, eyes rolling back into her head. Magnificus gives me a puzzled look. What? "I would be.. perfectly happy to just.. talk about the technologies I use in future?"
"Where's the fun in that? C'mon, we should go say 'hi' to Mom."
Thaddeus leads the way, but his shorter legs mean that the rest of us have to slow to a crawl to avoid walking into him. Magnificus sidles towards me as we go. "You know, since our first encounter in Qurac… I admit that the Kryptonian was a better fighter than me."
"He is trained for that sort of fighting."
"If we fought again, it wouldn't go the same way. I've been studying Systema and Judo with the mercenaries Lex hired to protect our research center."
"Have you been sparring with other super strong people? Because super strength fights are very different to the normal strength fights most martial arts are developed to be used in."
"N-. No. I mean, Arnold once or twice, but…" He frowns. "And exactly how many doctorates does 'Kon-El' have?"
"None, but he isn't one year old yet."
"He's-? What?"
Thaddeus glances back. "Yeah, Magni, it was in 'People'. He got made in an exo-womb pod and they had these weird telepathic aliens teach him stuff while he was growing."
"Oh."
"When you say 'how many'-?"
Beautia exhales sharply. "One. Are we really going to-?"
"My second thesis is nearly ready for submission."
Thaddeus grins, his posture becoming slightly more upright. "Two."
Georgia smiles confidently. "Three."
Thaddeus brings his right hand up to his mouth. "Soft subjects."
Georgia grabs his left shoulder with her right hand and jerks him around to face her. "Social psychology is not a soft subject!"
"Oh yeah? Where's your control group?"
We come to a halt as the younger Sivanas ignore their surroundings in favour of squaring up to one another.
"My control group! You can't even measure quantum energy states without changing your results!"
"That's because it's not possible, not because the underlying methodology is flawed!"
I turn to the senior Sivanas. "Should we-?" They've both fished out hip flasks. Oh. "Ah. Um, what was that about finding your father?"
Magnificus waves his flask. "Father was always meticulous about taking notes. They've probably scoured the laboratory Father was using when he disappeared -and the police evidence locker- for every bit of information they could find on exactly what he did to create that portal." He eyes a nearby corridor speculatively. "He might have left something around here, but if they've really been here for a week-"
"We have!" / "We have!"
"-they'd probably have found it by now." He takes a slug. "Father will either turn up or he won't. Whatever he made, he knows more about it than anyone else."
Beautia sighs as her younger siblings return to their bickering session. "And wouldn't that be the perfect way to spend the day."
Hm. She is the one I came here with. "Beautia, darling." She lowers her flask in surprise, blinking at me as I take her left hand in both of mine and bring it to my lips. "I find myself in need of directions to warehouse seven. Which I assume is far away from here. Would you be so good as to escort me?"