•National Academy of Science•
Ana
"You're not like, gonna randomly decide to slit our throats and murder us in the middle of the night right?" Ambrose said eyeing her suspiciously.
"I'm honestly considering that right now." Ana joked.
Ambrose flinched and grasped his throat as he hid behind Valerian.
"Relax, Ambrose. I don't have psychopathic tendencies." Ana said. She eyed Valerian up and down. "I can't say the same for Valerian though." She joked.
"HA HA HA. Very funny sunshine," Valerian said while faking a laugh
"You pushed Kalix off of a clock tower for Pete's sake, Valerian!" Ana exclaimed.
"I thought we were over that. He was infected with the virus. I had to eliminate him to stop the virus from spreading."
"But it managed to spread anyway…" Ana said disappointedly.
"Unfortunately so,"
"Wait, what virus?? How is it spreading??" Ambrose butted in confused.
