Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20190127200805/@comment-25389303-20190222232615

Helldrix took the scroll from Alexander's outstretched hand and glanced over its contents, and Arthur frowned at the look of morbid fascination that played on the young doctor's features.

"Project HeLa, hmm?" he murmured absently as he briefly reviewed the material presented. "Interesting...very interesting...long-term statis? I had not thought it possible - at least not to this degree..."

Helldrix paused long enough to usher his unexpected guests into a side room, which appeared to serve as some kind of private workshop, arrayed with many desks piled high with uncompleted weaponry and experimental prototypes, many of which appeared to have been abandoned mid-project and had since accumulated no small amount of dust in the weeks, if not months, that had passed.

"One of the biggest problems I've discovered during my experiments is preventing the immune system's natural rejection of the prosthetics I install. The more enhancements I make, the greater the chance of rejection, and death. But with this technology, I may overcome this troublesome obstacle..."

Nodding to himself, Helldrix strode over to a nearby desk, atop which a large gauntlet-like device lay. Picking it up and fitting it comfortably over his mechanical hand, he then collected several wheel-shaped containers of red Dust and clipped them to the inside of his lab coat.

"A deal's a deal, Doctor Nobel," Helldrix eventually told them, turning to face the older man with a firm gaze. "If you believe you can escort me safely from this facility, and agree to share any further knowledge you may have that could assist in my work, then I promise I shall do everything I can to save your wife."

Helldrix extended a hand in agreement, pretending not to notice the look of conflict and doubt written across Arthur's face as he watched quietly from the sidelines.