“Um, I don’t think this is what I signed up for.” Half a dozen science-y gizmos were strapped to me, and another dozen pointed at me in a threatening manner.
“For once I am in complete agreement with Reilly,” Jack said, facing his own gizmos.
“We must determine the level of energy from the photons to verify the presence of positron interaction.” Dr. Keller’s voice came over the intercom, behind a sheet of impressively thick glass.
“Listen to the Doc,” Nat said. “And next time maybe don’t go doing whatever it is you did to do this thing.”
“Yeah, that’s helpful,” I muttered.
“I really want Hulk powers out of this,” Jack said.
“I’m afraid gamma rays do not cause that kind of mutation of—”
“No offense, Doc,” Jack interrupted, “but a few hours ago you would’ve said what we could do is impossible, so come on Hulk powers!”
“Ja, this is true. Well, I cannot promise such. Now, please remain calm. When I ask you to, produce your positron stream as we discussed.”
“The what?” I asked.
“Your freaky lightning,” Nat clarified.
“Oh. You know, I passed on being a science experiment in college. Back then they were at least paying.”
“Quit your bitching, guinea pig,” Kate said.