Daggart blinked, eyes wide as he did so. "The Asura comes into her powers." There she was -- an Asura, shaping the very clothes she wore. "No, I suppose not, Asura." Daggart said, in response to Berthe's question. As she stepped into the bio-pod, Daggart tapped something on his high-tech clipboard and glided over to a large screen. In the bio-pod, a purple beam would scan Berthe's entire body, as her vitals appeared on the screen Daggart was staring at.

He muttered a series of agreements until he came to a section that read Prodigy: 90%. Soma: Critical. The clipboard he carried fell to the floor with a sharp clatter before Daggart slammed a series of buttons on a nearby console.

"Desk! DESK! Get Devgru to the science wing, NOW! Bring Soma capsules! Tell Veda to start up Project: Source!" The man began pacing back and forth, his purple irises wide and darting all around the room, looking at nothing. "Nothing, NOTHING can stop this revolution! I'm close! I-I'm so close!" The calm, cool, collected scientist Berthe met minutes ago was nowhere to be found. He was replaced by a hyper, over-active melodramatic. All he was missing was foam at the mouth.

The large white doors opened to reveal figures clad in white, military-looking armour with white and purple firearms. Their helmets were odd-looking, like something out of a Star Wars film. Their visors were dark and thin, with a round, purple circle acting as an eye. They didn't even look human. "Sir. Devgru reporting."

"I know that, you idiot! Get your men in position in case she relapses and hand me the Soma at once!"

The soldiers did as they were told and handed Daggart a small white box with purple gel capsules inside of it. Daggart threw open the bio-pod door and jerked Berthe out of it. One Devgru soldier had his eye on the screen. "You really weren't kidding, sir. She's about to wake up."

"Which is why we need to get a move on. Once my tests verify, we may begin Project: Source. We're one step closer to becoming gods!"

Opening the door to the smaller interrogation-style room seen earlier, Daggart sat Berthe in the chair, with two of his Devgru soldiers standing in half the room's corners. "Now, Asura", he began, calmer than before yet still excited, "I'm going to put this in front of you, and I want you to do something to it. Whatever you want. I don't care." He placed a small plastic cup on the table. Totally empty.

"Sir. We should get you behind the one-way mirror, in case-"

"NO!", he boomed at a random soldier. "I have two guards in here already and besides, she doesn't strike me as a violent relapser. It'll be fine."