"What do you mean, you can't create a weapon like this?"a calm voice asked.

The voice belong to a woman who was dressed in black. Two guns were strapped to her sides and she glared at the man in front of her. Her eyes where the color of emeralds, but they remained as cold as stone. Her hair was pitch black and she moved like a panther ready to kill anything that stood in her way.

The man who cowered in the corner of the room was her victim. She pulled out a long black knife which she trailed along her finger. A small bit of blood dripped off it and she pointed it at him.

The man was dressed in a white lab coat and he was shaking in fear. His thick rimmed glasses nearly falling off his nose. His pasty white skin was drenched in sweat and thin pale lips trembled.

"I need someone to help me," the man said getting on his knees.

The woman flung her knife and it landed half an inch from his head. This did not help his trembling and he rested himself against the wall of the lab. His face was down casted and he had realized that the woman was an inch from him. He looked at her with fear in his eyes. She pulled out the knife from the wall and pointed it at his throat.

"Are my men not good enough for you?" She asked her voice sweet, but her eyes held a lethal poison in them.

"The men here are fine, but they have no knowledge of scientific technology." the man said not dropping his gaze.

The woman pause for a moment and drew her weapon away from his throat. She looked at him and smiled devilishly.

"So do I need to go on a kidnapping spree at every well-known university or do you have a name for me?"She asked getting back into a standing position.

Nervously the man raised to his feet. Slowly he pushed up his glasses which had slid down his nose. A name had dwelt in his mind as he worked. He knew just the person who would easily be able to create such an object which she wished to have. He knew that if he did this that there would be a doom that would follow, but the thought of her men kidnapping so many young people. This was the better choice of the two.

"I have a name,Ms. Pandora" he said standing up.

"Oh, please do continue." Pandora said taking her seat next to the lab table.

"Leopold Fitz, he was a student of mine." the man stammered.

Pandora's face changed at that. Her face fell for a moment and scientist thought he was going to find that these were the last moments of his life. However her face changed again and this time was replaced with a smile.

" I don't know where he is, I just know that he was my brightest..." he began, but he was silenced by a loud thump as the knife grabbed on to his lab coat. He let out a loud yelp and desperately pulled himself away from the knife.

"Don't worry yourself, professor. You made things very interesting."