Sydney wondered what she had ever seen in the Masters. It seemed like a lifetime ago. And it had seemed like a good idea at the time. She figured it would be good for a few thrills, a few big time robberies maybe, or black mailing the world with a ray gun on the moon. Not some kind of crazy ass vendetta.
What was the saying? The only thing needed for evil to succeed is for good men to do nothing. She'd done nothing. Maybe that made her worse.
Nice to see life could actually dump on her more beyond being transformed into something that might not even be human any more.
"We've got our own generator, right?"
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