"Keep your wits about you, Emma. Essex is definitely going to try something."

Yes, I'm well aware, darling. Though I suppose you are far more familiar with the depths of his depravity than I.

"Yes..."

My, are you *worried* about me? I'm flattered!

"Oh, quiet. We're here."

*Moira Kinross parks an unfortunately-incognito truck outside the most recent of Mr. Sinister's popup labs, just outside of Akron, Ohio. The White Queen can't help but feel like poachers are hiding behind the trees and waiting for the opportune moment to strike, hunters laying in wait. For what reason he chose to reside in such a deplorable place, one cannot say, but after a quick kick through the door, the unlikely pair descends into the depths of malicious science, red lights illuminating the path into mad experiments. When the elevator reaches the bottom, the doors open to a noxious fog, death lingering in the air around them.*

Augh, *honestly,* how can the man live like this? This is positively repugnant.

"It's Essex, remember? Everything about him is repugnant."

Mm, quite. Well, no use waiting for him to find us.

*She puts a finger to her forehead and glares further into the haze.*

***Essex? Don't keep me waiting here.***

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