A shade? Bane grimaced. Not what he had been hoping for. He looked around. Three shades.
He watched as three scientists herded them downstairs with silver.
Bane shook his head. "Nothing helpful."
The scientists seemed cheerful this time. He heard "progress" and "epic-one power-investiture ratio".
But it didn't work. So Bane sat back down and drank a bit of orange. Nothing intoxicating on job.