Max and Cat rushed out of the toxic waste storage facility and headed toward the decontamination showers. Both quickly got naked, both the man and the woman exposing their nude bodies to each other.
Max took each piece of ballistic gear off himself, not even worrying about recovering his arm as the wound was slowly closing. Cat just peeled off her carcass of living humans outside the shower room and let it die from radiation poisoning while she threw her prison clothes out.
This was not lewd or even sexy, just two friends quickly trying to scrub each drop of radioactive water out of their bodies before it was too late. Max was more worried about Cat's health than counting how many freckles covered that pale, plump, wild land.
"Hey, are you injured?" Max asked, as the nuclear material was gone, he could now focus on repairing the nucleus of his cells. It would take some minutes, but he would be fine. Regrowing a new arm would take a whole hour.
Cat made a nervous nod, happy that her skin was not red and she wasn't feeling nauseous. However, she knew full well the symptoms of radiation poisoning to be afraid of them. "Yes . . . I think so . . ." she mumbled, scrubbing her skin so much with her hands that scratch marks began to appear. For such a depressed girl, the idea of actually dying scared her a lot.
When they were done, they got out of the cleaning room and dressed in some white decontamination suits. Just white onesies with rubber boots.
The second they walked into the control room, where both Olivia and Ange were waiting, they heard the two girls talking with muffled screams in the background.
"So . . . wow! You got leukemia!" Olivia told Cat the second she saw her. After having watched the state they had left the battlefield in, it didn't take her a lot of power to calculate how much damage the radiation had caused the healer.
Cat stomped on the floor. "Dammit!" She yelled in pure frustration.
"Oh, don't worry, sis. It is just cancer, nothing that I cannot fix in an afternoon. We can even do our nails together! Like, literally, we would need to do them again since they will fall off from my homebrew chemotherapy," Ange exclaimed with a wide smile; after all, cancer for her was a kid's play. One could not make a proper dirty bomb without testing it a few times before, after all.
"Keep dreaming, harlot; I won't need your help!" Cat barked at her, her mind rushing through possible options and ways she could upgrade her power to fix this. However, at her stage of growth, getting more upgrades that would open this path would be extremely hard.
"Wait, but you cannot heal yourself," Max said what everybody was thinking.
He didn't see the girl tied to an office chair and gagged. The chair just stopped now from spinning as the two demons were having fun by seeing how fast they could spin it until Helga fainted.
Olivia had convinced Ange that it was a better method to incapacitate the supervillain than just strangling her. Honestly, the tanned girl wanted to mess with Helga without using the word "T" with Ange nearby to avoid triggering that psycho.
The girl took a deep breath. "I know," she mumbled, having ideas but lacking the resources to experiment on that.
"Are you really thinking about doing this kind of shit now?!" Olivia yelled at her, more annoyed by losing a healer than losing Cat.
They went through all those loops and hops to get her, and now she wanted to die. Actually, it was Max who was doing the heavy lifting, but that would not stop her from stealing those merits from the man inside her mind.
"How much time do I have?" The healer asked again.
"About a month, take it or leave it," Olivia lied, and then Cat rushed out of the room.
"More than enough," she muttered to herself, gritting her teeth and this time, not giving up and facing her mistake head-on.
"Wait!" Max yelled and was about to rush behind her as Olivia put a hand over his shoulder.
"Let her cool off; she has one year," the tanned girl confessed.
Ange's hands clapped together, her gaze beaming with happiness. "We have a full year to build up our sister bond!" She exclaimed and made a small spin of pure joy.
"Good luck with that," Olivia mocked her, rolling her eyes.
The man took a deep breath and shook his head. "Are you really trying to manipulate her again?" He muttered, too busy worrying about Cat to think about what to do with Olivia's shenanigans.
"This time is for her own good!" she exclaimed, raising the palms of her hands, trying to placate the man. Another vile tactic from this sly fox.
Max rubbed his temple. He trusted Cat that she would not do something stupid. "I . . . we need to deal with something else first . . . " he muttered and took the gag out of Helga's mouth.
"Well, you fools! Now that the man is in the room, your little tricks are over! I can take complete control over him!" She yelled with a triumphal tone and cackled with pure malice. It was day and night compared to what she did when alone with Ange and Olivia.
"How are you planning to do that?" Max asked with a curious tone.
Helge smirked. Her plan was perfect. "Easy! Hey! I am not only making you my number 2 if you obey me, but also I will give you the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to mix your genes with me!" She exclaimed, offering Max a chance to have babies with her.
Both Ange, Olivia, and Max stood in complete silence, not really believing what they were hearing. Even the tanned girl power was unable to predict such stupid words coming out of one of the most dangerous geniuses of their age.
"I know, I know, having the opportunity of giving your bloodline half of my genes leaves you astonished," she added, a smug smile so big that it almost surpassed Olivia's own smugness.
Max shook his head. "So, you want me to bang you?" He asked, just to double-check.
"Yes! The goal of all life is to make stronger children! Since I am already at the peak of perfection, I am willing to let you have a kid with me so you can make an improved version of you, but, well, a secondhand copy of me," Helga answered, as in her mind there was nobody more beautiful than her.
"I mean, even for me, calling your kids a secondhand copy of you is a little . . . mean . . ." Ange mumbled, getting what she was telling her but trying not to number all the imperfections she had to be a perfect genetic mate. Like her flat feet or small breasts.
Max squinted his eyes and gave a knowing look to Olivia. "No, thanks," he said, ready to show the woman that she was at the bottom of the totem pole.
Keeping girls happy was his main job as the pillar of the group. Now it was time to give Olivia and Ange something to chew on. Olivia was first, since, honestly, he wanted to do it since hydroponics. Also, since they had enough food and the power section were under their control, they could at least have a day off to sleep and recharge their batteries.
"What?! You dare to refuse my feminine charms?! Are you even human?!" Helga barked, offended by being rejected.
He grabbed that big-ass sealed-in spandex, making Olivia smirk. "Hmmm, Ange, leave us alone with Olivia; I know what to do," the man muttered.
"Oki doki, have fun you two! I will start to unpack stuff from the monorail and set up a small lab! Golly gee, it has been ages since I had so much nuclear material at my fingertips!" Ange exclaimed she loved cocks, but the power of the atom was too much to ignore.
"Oh, that is nasty . . . I like it," Olivia answered; that was something she could get off to.
"Are you really choosing that crook-nosed, fat-ass whore instead of me?!" Helga screamed again, kicking the air under her chair with her feet. The realization subtly came that she was literally on a cuck chair.