From the Inner Monologue of Bentley 23
"Everybody get down! Everything in this laboratory is now the property of Agence Byzantine! Comply peacefully and harm to you will be minimal!"
The costumed, make that tacky costumed, thugs rush the lab. I'm in the middle of trying to beat the latest girl in Screwball costume's Robot Unicorn high score, so I don't pay it much mind. They've got French accents, so I'm not too worried. I mean, I don't get giddy over anything less than an elite A.I.M. squad. Reminder - forge security clearance for their holiday party.
They start herding everyone together, clubbing one guy unconscious when he tries to protect his station partner. I guess they grab me last since I'm in street clothes. Don't 'look' like a scientist.
"Who is this? Which one of you does the child belong to?" One of them grabs me out of my seat and pulls me up. He really shouldn't have done that. "Answers me!" He finally looks at me now. "Which one of them is your parent, boy? Who are you?"
I just smile.
"I'm Bentley 23."
The faint smell of urine immediately tells me they've heard of me.
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