8- Supernova, Bad

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Rachel worked the controls in the Baxter Building Lab

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Rachel worked the controls in the Baxter Building Lab. Reed approached Ben with an Electrode Needle. He tried to stick the needle into Ben, but it snapped. "You got a chisel round here?" Ben joked.

"If we're going to identify the source of the mutation, we need to isolate your recombinant DNA so we can activate positional genomes." Reed said.

Ben looked to Rachel for translation. "We need to give you a physical, so we know what got zapped." She said.

"Well why didn't you say so? You want me to lift some weights or something?" Ben asked. Reed shook his head. He approached him with an X- Ray Machine.

"No, just sit back. We have a good sense of your strength from the firetruck. We need to find the source of your strength." Reed said.

He turned on the X- Ray machine. The graph showed solid rock. They rays didn't penetrate. Rachel and Reed looked confused.

"How bad is it? You know I used to smoke." Ben said.

Reed grabbed a blood pressure machine, but the strap was way to short to wrap around Ben's arm. Reed stood stumped. He looked at his tray full of instruments. He picked up the little rubber reflex- hammer. But it looked minuscule compared to Ben.

Reed had an idea. He opened a drawer full of hardware tools. He pulled out a real hammer. He then approached Ben. "Okay, this might hurt a little." Reed said.

He tapped Ben's knee lightly, and Ben's leg kicked, slamming up. Right between Reed's legs. The ultimate kick in the crotch. Reed stretched up a few feet, then snapped back, wincing.

"We'll...continue this later." Reed said, with a high pitched voice.

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"Okay Rachel! Are you ready?" Reed asked.

"I'm ready!" She yelled. Reed had two cars in front of her. She was planning on moving them with her mind.

"Go when you're ready." Reed said.

Rachel closed her eyes and focused on cars. She thought of the two cars in the room. The two cars she had to move.

One red car.

One blue car.

Move the cars.

She kept her eyes tight shut. She then heard a crashing noise. She opened her eyes and saw the red car and the blue car had crashed into each other.

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