Mr. London and Mrs. Manhattan walked through the cavernous halls of an underground facility.
"Here it is. The assets that will change the world forever."
Mr. London slipped his hands into his pockets while Mrs. Manhattan's gaze travelled past the professionals in white coats and settled on the massive glass enclosure dominating the facility. Two enormous jellyfish like creatures floated within it, their bodies suspended behind the glass.
Nearby, two workers dressed in white carried glass cylinders filled with multicoloured mist towards a waiting crate.
"You've seen what it can do. This substance restored the power of a gun after a century." Mr. London glanced at her. "Now it doesn't matter what tier you are. One bullet and you're dead. Doesn't that make you feel like we've finally regained some control?"
Mrs. Manhattan met his gaze and gave him a small smile.
