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JANUARY 25, 2025

Alyona had finished her bomb project from the end of last year, one that would be like a firework so that people wouldn't realize what was happening until it was too late. She had tested it on a test subject, and it had been successful. This all happened before the new year, and now that the project was completed and a handful was created and locked away with magic, she had a new project.

She was in her lab, writing all over the whiteboard that was in there with different types of mathematics and physics problems, and she was on the computer typing in code to figure out if it would be possible. Her hair was up in a huge bun, her glasses on and a pen in her mouth.

She was writing both on the wall, on the computer as well as a notepad that was next to her. The sound of the door opening did not go unnoticed, but she didn't look up or acknowledge the person that had entered her area.

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For forty-eight hours of the past seventy-two, Amani hadn’t stopped working for anything other than the casual eating, drinking and showering. Growing up, he’d moments like these without blinking to think of the consequences, his youthful body ready and prepared to take on long journeys so his experiments could find a conclusion faster than expected and he’d be free to pursue other angles of knowledge. However, nearing his forty decade of life, the middle-aged man didn’t have as much vitality. What he did have was hate, vengefulness, and a sick desire to bring down everybody he’d always seen as targets. It’s why he continued working on his last potion, blind to the screams of the two unimportant, worthless guinea pigs he’d found himself after days in the streets of London.

Finally, he watched as his research found the most successful result. Barely grinned at that, shrugging it off as another success; its real worth would be proven in the field, once it got permission to be used, if it did ever. He had grown restless to their ponderous pace, and though Amani knew the importance of waiting, the clock was ticking just as fast as his biological one. Careful hands took care of taking off his apron, a shake of his wand sending it off to a basket in which later he would have it washed. In that specific corner of the room, protective spells had been lifted so as nowhere else might be infected with the mixture of ingredients and possible - unwanted - results. He did mean to rest before, as it wasn’t an urgent task.

Something else Amani had come to know was this specific chambers - one of his three - was set close to Alyona’s, one of the few purifiers he’d ever revealed his true identity. Inside his chambers he felt no need to use the potion to hide his real face and body, and he figured the same applied to few, but existent people. Elaine was one of them, and so was her second-in-command. He had some idea Alyona might be working on something important, but decided to go there either way; his brain was still buzzing from his latest achievement and he didn’t mean to stop by sleeping. There were still twelve hours left before he had to go back to work, life and his normal routine filled with lies.

“May I?” She would recognize his voice, he knew. Knocked on the door once, twice, then waited. He saw and heard nobody anywhere close, the area was clean - and he could find somewhere to rest not as smelly as his chamber.