Hades was a brilliant scientist, and aided in the designing of genetic blue prints of six other mutants and one for himself and one for each of his friends but after his upgrade (ability to control poison, phase and long life) want horribly wrong, there was a leakage in the lab and two friends died in the resulting explosion and spillage of toxic substances, 1 slowly died of poisoning and the rest dies an hour after the explosion as they had had contact with his skin so slowly and painfully died of poisoning whereby their blood was slowly all changed to poison. After he realized that he had killed all his friends, the ones he would have died to protect, he took the genetic blue prints and destroyed all the research labs with a vengeance, learning abut his powers in the process. Before he destroyed the labs he created for himself a scythe and blades that were ethereal and the other secret item that he had created for all his friends and moved what equipment he needed to a cave in a poisonous swamp, to hide away and research.

The year was 1935 and Hunter was in Germany. He was not here because of the new political events, of a man named Hitler gaining support. The reason for his visit had nothing to do with politics. He had heard rumors of a laboratory with technology beyond anything on earth to date. The mafia boss had called it TJ, technology jump.

That was the reason why he was in a remote area of Germany accompanied by a dozen well armed men. They were not his bodyguards, as Hunter was more powerful than all of them combined. What they were was a strike force. He could not hope to take the laboratory alone, so these men would help secure the facility.

At long last he’d found it. The signs of the laboratory were very well hidden, and none of his companions could see it, but they didn’t have his eyes. His eyesight was far keener than that of any humans, and he knew that this was the spot. He directed his men to the various entrances, covering them all. Once they were all in position he gave the order to engage.

And the world exploded.

He didn’t know how long he’d been unconscious, but he doubted it was long. Hauling himself to his feet he felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder. A large chunk of metal was imbedded in his shoulder. With a grunt he wrenched the metal free and tossed it aside. While painful it would heal in about an hour, so Hunter paid it no mind. Instead he surveyed the scene before him.

The area was devastated. What had once been a laboratory full of technological marvels was now nothing more than a heap of rubble. Nothing could have survived. Looking around he saw the bodies of his men. All of them were dead. They’d been good men, and it was a shame to see them wasted like this, but they were replaceable, and it was no great loss. With his purpose no longer in existence Hunter walked away from the crater. He had other things to do and had no desire to longer in Germany any longer. Conflict was brewing on the horizon, and while Hunter had often thrived in conflict he had other things he wished to look into.

Location Mongolian plateau

After almost 100 years of solitary research, testing and development and getting over the trauma of the accident and discovering more about himself, Hades decided that it was time to leave his “hole” and go out to face the world. To Hades the decision to have any contact at all with civilization was a big one for him. After nearly a hundred years he had come to a better realization of his power. (his “hole” could hardly be called small as it contained various research apparatus and had miles of tunnels, it had no doors to speak of course as Hades did not need any doors.)
The decision to reenter into contact with civilization was a pact that he had made with himself, that if he lived that long he would go to the site of the old laboratory to commemorate his friends, but besides that he also had a few other tasks he needed to do.

That night, Hades gathered up his weapons, tools and some other things, including the large scythe that was very much a part of him. He decided to attempt to locate any of his relatives or those of his friends first, then onto a meandering route to a forge/library high in the chillingly cold peaks of the Himalayan Mountains, then onto other matters.

Source: old scrolls from the library of the Master smiths
“In the custom of a society long past, there was a different social order as far as careers were concerned. Firstly came the standard fighters, the hired hands, they could also learn to be black smiths (on the lowest tier of all careers next to hired hands) and learn to forge crude/mass produced weapons for the population in general.

The next class included the elite, people who had mastered a few combat styles and weapon groups. The elite could then apply to learn the ways of the smiths, to learn the art of crafting more precise and deadly weapons.

The old saying went “To be worthy to craft a weapon, you must first know how to wield it, Do not require of a weapon more than you have skill”

The highest level was the class called weapon masters (also called combat masters). These were people well versed in all forms of weapons; they were masters of combat, armed and unarmed. They and only they are worthy to learn the ways of the master smiths, to be taught the sacred arcane ways of the crafting of master grade and perfect grade weapons, of how to combine technology and age old science to craft the deadliest of weapons.
In his life time, every master smith will craft three sets of weapons for himself. These will be the masterpieces of his life. The classes are Normal, Vengeance and Rage.

Normal was to be used everyday, not too special, requiring skill and was replaceable if lost.
If a master smith was defeated or wounded of had been on the receiving end of some injustice then he would use vengeance, more deadly with a balance of power and skill

The rage set was the master piece of master piece of master pieces; it was the work of a life time. The name is basically self explanatory, except with the vengeance and rage sets the weapons were also imbued with a special unique power that would not activate except under special circumstances.

If the master smith crafts ethereal items they can be summoned and banished at will, and often are linked to the user.”


First Hades went to a nearby city, and after making sure all his special clothes were in place he entered the bank there. He disliked having to do this but when transactions were of a sizable sum they did require a face to face meeting. After steeling himself, he concentrated into drawing his poison into himself, caging it. He finally succeeded. An hour later he emerged having reactivated his account and feeling thoroughly exhausted. He quickly left the city and with a sigh of relief, released his precarious hold on his poison, immediately the temperature of the surrounding air chilled. “At least that is over” he thought. He next procured for himself a laptop computer by a bit of phasing and nimble finger work.

Hades settled himself down and after extracting a black box from his robes and attaching it to the computer he proceeded to activate it. Scratching an imaginary itch on his bony chin, Hades took a breath of clean air, cracked his knuckles, and proceeded to leisurely bypass firewalls of the government agencies of many countries and wrote a program and sent it off to compile a list of relatives of his or his friends. Having accomplished that, he then piggybacked onto the signals sent by satellites to military spy satellites and altered their course slightly, hence from his nice spot in Mongolia got a very clear sharp birds eye view of sever locations around the world. Casually humming a tune he then ruthlessly erased all traces of his intrusion, gathering the data that his search program had compiled in the process. Hades was a genius, and had always been, he was quick efficient and overlooked nothing, well usually. Unfortunately he forgot to erase one single thing, his IP address which pinpointed the primary server he was using. He erased it as soon as he realized it, he even set it so the server would erase all transactions within that hour due to a “bug” in the system, but alas unbeknown to Hades his slight delay in erasing all traces of his intrusion had been spotted by a late night computer specialist who was over vigilant due to having too much red bull. The specialist called his coworkers who also noted the slight increase of data transferred between military satellites and the ground control, the increase was slight but to one of the few most distinguished (and perhaps well paid) computer geeks in the world. So Hades continued on, noting with pleasure that the a great great great granddaughter of one of his friends nicknamed claw by his friends lived not far from where he was. Hades deftly returned the laptop to its original owner who had not even noticed it absence, and who would probably not with pleasure that his computer seemed to run 5 times faster than before. Humming a cheery tune, Hades went on his way, robes and dust alike billowing out behind him as he covered the distance in great strides, but unbeknown to him his little eye in the sky escapade had set some wheels in motion.

Chris was notified when an anomaly was detected on several American military satellites. With the mutant registration bill that had been passed they had been ordered to keep an eye out for any anomaly in the military. They didn’t know the reason, but they obeyed the order regardless.

Seating himself at a terminal Chris had a look. He immediately saw that this wasn’t military activity, but someone else. Attempting to trace he could find which satellites had been accessed, but not for what purpose. They were spy satellites, but he didn’t know what had been looked at, all evidence of that had been erased.

Trying a different tact he began to trace where the hack had originated from. Here he had more success, and quickly found out the primary server that was being used. Soon after all traces of that were erased as well, but it was too late, Chris already was cross referencing the area. Unfortunately it was a wireless access area, but that still gave him an area to look in. borrowing a satellite himself he took some photos of the area for review at a later date.

Next he looked again at what the satellites could have looked at. While the area was vast, it would allow him to narrow his search in looking for whoever had done this. The three areas, each hundreds of miles wide, were the Himalayas, western Russia and central Europe. The areas were far too vast to go looking even if he knew what he was looking for. Instead he settled for assigning people to monitor for any and all anomalies in each area.

He also set people to search for every device that was within range and check each persona out, find out if they had they came ever close to having the ability that the hacker had. The first piece of what was a very complicated puzzle was now in place, and Chris was preparing to find the other pieces. He didn’t know what he was delving into yet, but when he got a clearer idea he’d inform Hunter if it turned out to be of interest.

He was striding directly towards her house, having memorized maps of the area and having an acute perception of direction he was not wrong. Her name he had learnt was Melissa Stokes, she was a bright student, he had done a casual check on her and had discovered that she had been getting top of the class for most subjects. “Claw’s brains still run strong in the family” he smiled to himself. On his way there he noticed a car by the side of the road, surrounded bikes; he examined the number plate on the car and was mildly alarmed to notice that it was the Melissa’s number plate. Hades paused only long enough to phase his bag (the bad that he had recently “borrowed” as well as a topographical map of the area) into the ground. Then he literally sprinted to a nearby outcrop, phasing through here and there where the rock was thinner, he reached the top in a matter of seconds, peering he could just make out a group of people and then two or three far off, faint screams reached him on the wind. Looking harder he could make out a girl, which he was sure was Melissa.

The air around him literally dropped ten degrees, He clenched his muscles, and his body tensed until I shock with rage. His eyes which were normally cold and black, seemed to become almost aflame, it was strange to see a shady figure in black leather gloves, in a black cloak that shimmered as he moved, pinned together near the neck by a crest, the crest of the Laboratory. When the wind blew it here and there shone patches of light as the sunlight glinted off a thin chain mail type suit, all this inspires an icy fear, but his eyes, if you could see them one would almost swear that they were aflame, they literally glowed yellow red, they flickered and intensified.

Dropping all pretense of walking, he literally phased through air in a process that he did not know he could do but did it in pure rage. He was in constant motion, suddenly here suddenly there, a vision of Black Death and fiery eyes. He shot past the group of thuggish looking people before they realized it and came to a sudden stop in front of three people. There he stopped dead. What he saw before him literally made him boil with rage; there were two thugs, NO Vermin, raping someone from Claw’s family. “What are you doing?” he hissed, the words ice, froze the two thugs, and as they turned around, Hades sped forward and pointed to the one who was doing the raping. “Melissa I knew your father, I worked with him in the same lab”. “Stay calm” Hades said his voice shaking with barely contained fury.

All this time he had been standing still with one arm upraised. Hade’s are phased out of his glove and in one lightening motion plunged through the chest of the foremost thug. When his hand reached the heart it solidified, and in one savage motion he ripped it from the thug’s body, which froze for a second then crumpled to the ground with a look of absolute terror on his face. Hades then turned to the to the other thug, who had called to his friends who were now charging over. What Hades did not notice was that the dead thug had fallen so that one of his arms brushed against Melissa. “Are you ok?” he asked. She nodded, just as he was about to turn away, he snapped his head back round, felling as though struck in the heart with a hammer, he looked again an icy fear coursing through his veins. “No, it can’t be” but it was, he could recognize the quick signs of his poison. But before he could act the others were upon him. And he turned on them without remorse, blades flashing. Two he slit diagonally from the shoulder to the hip so that they froze then muttered muted moans as the top half of their body slid diagonally off the bottom half. Hades moved like an angel of death, now phasing through the ground, now phasing through a thug, some thugs got killed by their own friends as they aimed for Hades but missed. In seconds there was not one left standing.

He rushed to Melissa’s side, and could do nothing but stand there helplessly and she slowly died from a poison that he quickly recognized as his. He knelt by her and whispered over and over “I’m sorry”, but she turned her face to him and weakly smiled, and said “Thanks for saving me”. Then she fell limp and her chest moved no more.

Time seemed to stand still, and Hades seemed frozen with it, then slowly he raised his face to the sky and roared, a cry of range and pain. At this point he had an idea of what happened and suspected that my poisoning the first thug as his blood rapidly became poison he had become poisonous, and had spread it to Melissa.

He did not stay long just long enough to bury her and set a stone there. As he left the area, cloak flapping wildly as he practically flew through the air. There left behind was a stone with the following inscribed on it “To Melissa Stokes
Hades”
And then the emblem of the old lab and of Hade’s personal seal was etched into the stone.

Dozen’s of events had been flagged in each circle, but after delving into them all had been dead ends. Then a most unusual event had not actually been in one of the circles, but close to the server. Several men had been found dead. One had had his heart ripped out, two cut in half and the others each dealt with in a similarly brutal manner.

However, there was more to the story which was what really captured Chris’s attention. A girl had gone missing and a tombstone had been found near the bodies with her name on it. On top of that autopsies of the men showed that there was an unusual substance in their blood, but it degraded before it could be identified.

This was a major event and even if it was unrelated it warranted looking into. The check on all the devices had been complete, and nothing had turned up. All the computers that had been active when the satellites were accessed the users had an alibi. One of the computers registered use when satellite images showed the owner to be drinking coffee in a shop and talking with a friend.

Chris had concluded that the laptop had been borrowed and used, quite possibly form that man, but unfortunately that told him little. He now had two unrelated incidents, the computer use and the deaths. While they had no obvious connection, they were both serious anomalies, and both warranted looking into. Chris didn’t believe in coincidences, especially not since working for Hunter.

After retrieving his belongings, Hades continued onwards, all the while cursing himself for his stupidity, for overlooking the effect of his poison. Well, at least he knew now, but it was too late. He, Hades, the one who had sworn many years ago that he would try his best to protect the offspring of his friends, to lay down his life for them if necessary. Yet he had failed, he was a mutant, a deadly one, a strong one, one named after the Keeper of the Dead, and yet he had failed. Some time later, and after he had decimated all wild life within sight, Hades cooled down. After some experiments he now knew that his poison could be transmitted by organisms that he had poisoned. Yet he wanted to be sure, so he decided to conduct some tests. The death of the bandits had stirred long dormant rumors that the specter of Death that was thought to have inhabited the peaks in the region had returned. Fear had spread through the surrounding nomads and small villages and tribes; some claimed that the sight of a dark cloaked wanderer heralded death, that fact did not bother him in the least. What did bother him was the fact that some were suggesting that this demon of death was due to the Stokes family. Hades next move was to track the source of that particular rumor to one small village. They had just signed up to be his first test subjects; they just did not know it.

Holed up for many years, did not mean that Hades had been sitting on his haunches, oh no, he also had some other inventions of his to test.

Upon reaching the village, Hades stopped waited and observed. Hades was a patient man. Death rewarded those who were patient and since his name meant lord of death he was even more patient. He was a thorough man, and one who like thinks perfected. Sure, he could improvise with great ease but he considered that slightly crude. He might disappear for a few years, but you could be sure that when he returned he would have a perfected new gadget to use. He never wasted too much nor too little effort, everything was precise and he liked it that way. O.H.S had been the only exception to that rule and he was determined to keep it that way. He had discovered over the course of time that he had in fact two different types of poison, one that paralyzed and another that sapped life and strength (he was working on a modification that allowed it to effect inorganic materials for a short amount of time but he still needed some special ingredients and tools)and that by concentrating he could combine there two types of poison in different ways to create variations, so frighteningly powerful, some pathetically weak.

Soon after the incident in the village another anomaly showed up. A large area was found devoid of all life. Everything had been killed by an organic compound that seemed to be the same one found in the dead men, but once again degraded before it could be identified.

Some new and deadly chemical had been developed, and Chris knew that this would interest Hunter. However, at the moment he could tell him little more than it existed. He would wait until he had more data before informing Hunter. Until he could go to him with something substantial there was little point, so he didn’t waste the time, and instead focused on intensifying the monitoring of the area.

Through watching he rapidly learnt the ways of the village. First came the communal meal, he thought of attacking during that but discarded, he wanted to try something special. When the communal meal was finished all the people gathered to hear the news, and it was that night that he heard that the village planned to spread the news that the Stokes family brought ill fortune to the area and would push for them to be excommunicated, that decision sealed their fate. Then came a celebration time, where the whole village celebrated the end of a day, there was much dancing and singing, and it was during that time that Hades decided to strike. He waited till the party had well and truly started, and then he slipped behind the main throng of the people, phased into a nearby outcropping of rock and concentrated. If he had been out in the open you could almost have seen the greenish/whitish color in his hands intensify. He concentrated as much of his poison into his hands, then he calmly stepped out and grasped the necks of two unfortunate people. He held their necks gently as he channeled the full force of his poison into their bodies like never before. He let out a soft primal growl of pleasure.

It did not take long for the poison to take effect, and as the people at the back were touching the people at the front, it spread row after row, with Hades pouring more and more pure poison into the people, who, when their blood had become poison did not die yet, but actually contributed to the spreading of the poison, so that as it spread further and further from Hades, it actually grew stronger and faster. Soon all but the village chief who was leading were infected. It was not a pretty sight; they all started wearing these insanely huge grins on their faces, then they started rolling energetically around as if they had ten times their normal strength. Wave after wave of them went don and the sound of laughter filled the air, as they died the poison disappeared and the green hue that was on their faces faded to leave no trace. Then Hades calmly stepped through the rolling masses, similar to walking on water, calm and composed. He slowly moved up to the one man left standing, the chief, the man who had pushed for the excommunication of the Stokes family. He was shuddering by this time. “I have given them the poison of laughter” Hades whispered, in a voice that echoed on the rock outcroppings, echoing back. “You however will not have the luck to dye like them, I have something… special for you, just for you” he said his voice trailing off. Before the man could react Hades phased forward, out of his clothing, touched the man on the forehead and phased back into his clothes before they collapsed.

He gurgled, tried and failed to say or scream, his body contorted in pain, he spasm-ed and contorted and rolled around for a good half hour in absolute and indescribable agony before he finally died with a look of absolute pain, horror, agony and fright forever etched on his face.

Out of all this carnage strode Hades, onwards without looking back to vanish into the darkness from whence he came.

Another incident cropped up, this the largest so far. An entire village had been decimated. But it was not that they were dead, but how they had died that intrigued Chris. All save one were dead with big grins plastered on their faces and the compound in their blood, but once again before any attempt at analysing could be done it degraded to nothing.

But one man had died differently. The same compound was found in the village leader, but instead of dying with a smile he looked as if his final minutes had been spent in agony. There was defiantly a link here, but so far there was still too little data. He would have to wait for whoever was doing this to strike again before he could start drawing conclusions.

Having sated his anger, Hades did not kill again for a while. Taking his bearings he set a course for the Himalayan Mountains, killing only those who tried to attack him, and those were mostly bandits. Hades also “hitch hiked” a lot, traveling such distance was relatively easy for Hades who just phased into the chassis of any vehicle traveling in the right direction, and still the rumors spread of an angel of death drifting here and there. In a matter of weeks Hades had entered the region of Tibet. Leaving behind a gruesome but very thin trail of dead bandits and still the rumors preceded him.

Upon reaching the Himalayan mountains, he rapidly found the entrance to his hideout their, it was just as he had left it all those years ago. To his delight and prediction, the fusion reactor started without a hitch. (Hades had designed the heat output to be channeled through millions of vents so as to mask the presence of the lab, although there still was a rise in the temperature of the whole mountain range). He also started his server switching program, so that when he accessed the web his location could not be traced, and if by any miracle it was it would be all over Tibet. There Hades rested fitfully for the first time in months. When he awoke he would have a lot of work to do.

Chris looked for anymore killings, but didn’t find any. Instead he found two things, first of all there were suddenly small pockets of heat all over the Himalayas. Cross referencing them with a geological survey they all seemed to be coming from a vast network of small passageways through out the mountains.

Secondly a computer user with similar methods to the one who commandeered the spy satellites was appearing all over Tibet. Every possible server had a record of the user, usually minutes apart on servers miles apart. Either he was moving really fast or he was server bouncing. It was a very sophisticated program, and he knew he couldn’t give a more accurate location for the user than Tibet.

The fact that both of these occurrences happened within minutes of one another led him to believe that they were linked, though how he didn’t know. Nor did he know what they meant, nor if they were linked to the killings. But one thing was for sure, since that first instance with the satellites there had been a string of unusual events in and around the area. It seemed the more events that happened the more confusing this became, but Chris would persevere until sense could be made of these seemingly unconnected pieces.

When Hades awoke, he felt much refreshed, in high spirits. Being in his old hideaway, his personal hideaway really brought out the boy in him. He tinkered with this and that, upgraded a system of two, decided to redesign and upgrade the cooling and heat ventilation system. This done he successfully reduced the thermal emission of his fusion reactor by 50%. He then extracted some of his genes and wrote a program to scan and analyze it and compare them with the upgrades he had designed and prepare the serums. Hades also set his construction bots to a)reconfigure and reconstruct his personal testing and training area b) start to build and stockpile project Undead Army.

He then proceeded to enter an area so deep so hidden that even the original builder did not know it was there. Hades entered a dark circular room which looked like the inside orb except for a flat wall at the far side. His finger began to glow with a eerie green glow as he traced a series of strange symbols into the air, leaving behind a glowing wake of green glowing poison dust. The symbols complete he muttered some words and with a flash four bolts of electricity shot from two walls, the floor and the ceiling all hitting the symbols. They immediately ignited and burned brilliantly and then faded. Hades paused for a bit till he heard the faint sounds of rumbling deep within the bowl of the mountain range, it had begun.

Deep within the mountain in a vast cavern, there stood millions upon millions of vaults all stacked and arranged and ordered, soon one vault was removed from its storage and was drawn into the darkness. Far away in another section of the mountain, from hidden recesses, robots appeared and unfolded and proceeded to delve into the depths of the cryogenic storage to search and retrieve vials and take them through doors which suddenly appeared out of the rock face, and just as quickly disappeared again. Annwn lived again, and it was quick to shake off its decades of slumber.

Back in the lab, after checking that all the necessary mechanisms had been activated, Hades allowed himself to relax and his thoughts to drift. FLASHBACK: “The rows and rows of equipment and computers hummed and operated with efficiency that should not have existed in that era. The loudspeaker boomed “Preparing to activate Operation Hushed Casket Beta part one, commencing in three two one…” FLASHBACK END

The beep of one of the command consoles telling him that all was ready startled him out of his reverie. He shook his head and cleared it of all the stray thoughts that his flashback had stirred up and gathered himself to do part two of his plan.

Currently his poison affected all organic material, but Hades had been working on a formula which could allow it to also affect inorganic material, either temporarily weakening their structure or lower their density, or both. To complete that he needed to expose the compound to radiation in different strengths and powers in a particular sequence. The filters and their operating system he had already prepared, but the source of radiation he needed, and he had already the sat photos the military satellites had so helpfully and unknowingly given him of the location.

Out of the depths his vehicle awaited. It was one of his favorite prototypes. It was powered by a six fusion cells, and was capable of moving a match 5 of half throttle, but most importantly, it was capable of going into phase mode. In which it could fly through anything. The down side was a) the experience was uncomfortable to say the least b) the vehicle Eridanos had to be traveling at a certain speed before it could enter phase mode.

Everything loaded, he drew another set of symbols, opening and aligning a series of caves, so that he essentially had one long cavern to act as an acceleration ladder.
“Pluto system check initiated, all systems green.” Just before he fired the engines, he drew a final set of systems, after which the sleek black winged vehicle rose, hovered for a second and shot forward, accelerating from zero to near match one in under one second, shooting from the mountain and entering phase mode.

Chris noted the drop in heat at the points around the Himalayas, but not back to the normal temperatures of the surroundings. Motion in the mountains a short while after caught his attention. A vehicle of unknown origin was rapidly gaining speed, but Chris had enough time to establish it’s trajectory before it got to a speed the borrowed satellite couldn’t follow. Setting up a series of different satellites to follow the projected course he prepared to monitor the vehicle.

Speeding past cities and forests at inhumane speed, Hades felt acute discomfort, but soon he was there, at one of the few free sources of powerful radiation on the earth, Chernobyl. Knowing he was out in the open and vulnerable to being detected, he rapidly setup his apparatus, attached a transmitter (sending signals back to the general area of Tibet) and activated the signal source switching device to prevent people detecting the position of the experiment, fired up Eridanos’s engines and sped back to the lab.

His experiment concluded Hades next move was to test the power of the serum that he had designed years ago. He had discovered that when he was about to die, instead of just dying, he would dissipate and dissolve his particles scattering, and it would take him tremendous amounts of energy to regroup himself and it would take almost ten hours. So with the printout of the gene analysis, he selected the serum that, he hoped would decrease the energy and time needed to regroup himself after sustaining serious injury. This he did and injected into himself, then he sat back and waited for the reaction to happen, placing himself inside a bio-safety tank, before he did this, he activated programs to gather data on the experiment and to delve through government secret and classified experiments as well as private companies to see what the world’s technology was up to. There were only a few places which his program flagged and revealed that his normal program could not penetrate, and one of them was called Mondragon Labs.
The data his program gathered he read throu and gave a cursory glance, but this Mondragon Labs, interested him, and he decided to send a very special program to check it out, with a click of a button he sent it hurling it’s way through towards Mondragon labs. Having done that, he settled into the Bio-safety tank, took the serum and waited for the effects to take effect, after that he set the Bio tank to test it by forcibly making him disperse and timing his recovery time.