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Nancy was a typical student, young pretty but not a lot of money to spend. So as you can might know, she take every small job to make some money. That is why this pretty english redhead came into this story.

Nancy had signed herself up for some medical experiments, this job became really populair because the government had a ban on animal testings. She was almost late, that is why she dident read much about this experiment.

The recall of Overwatch had surprised the Shimada. One thing he knew of Overwatch among others was that they had been law-abiding, but he remembered well the day Overwatch fell to pieces, its outlawing. Years in Nepal had kept him distant from global affairs, but the recall message managed to reach him, and it was just like old times. Winston seemed to be organising the whole operation, though what geenji did remember of the Scientist was his tendancy to get flustered, and the management of an ilegal military group would send any one human mad. Then again, Winston wasn't human.

   No one had anticipated their arrival, and no one moved quickly enough to stop it. "They" had descended onto earth and, without a word, began dismantling every military on Earth. Those who resisted or attacked were vaporized. The alien things looked like car-sized stars, floating steadily on their obtuse bodies. All humans had come to let the creatures alone, all but one, one woman who was determined to find every weapon still available and use them in an often dreamed-of war.

    Hilda sat in a metal folding chair in the corner of Bellatrix's furnished basement, trying her best to ignore her coven's ongoing meeting and get some much needed work done on an important potion for a very powerful and well connected client. But a room full of inflated eighteen to twenty-four year olds was hardly the proper work environment for alchemical research.