Dr. Donald Blake announced over the intercom that he needed to leave for a short time -- which he often did. Jane Foster assured him, over the intercom, that she would handle things while he was gone -- like she always did.
But this time things would turn out a little different.
Grinning lustfully, Fossy pulled Calvin Zabo into Blake's office.
"What are you--" Zabo began.
"I want to seal our new partnership with a ceremony," Fossy cackled. "I want you to fuck my dripping cunt on top of dear Donald's desk. I want you to fuck me every way you can, every way that crippled loser didn't have the balls to fuck me so that his desk pretty much reeks of my sweat and pussy juices. Then I'm going to wipe my pussy clean with his fucking pathetic doctorate!"
Her eyes gleamed.
"Then, once he comes back we'll have some more fun with that goody two-shoes loser."
Calvin Zabo smiled nervously. This cruel cunning in Jane Foster was quite sexy... but also a little intimidating.
* * *
Virginia exhaled a plume of cigar smoke as she studied the Cosmic Cube. It was difficult to know exactly what to do with this cube. Her mind wasn't tactical like Black Queen's was. It would be good to get her advice.
Besides, Virginia Hogan may be a cold-hearted, ruthless, ball-busting bitch, but that didn't mean she didn't like the idea of a friend, a partner in crime. Still, she should protect herself.
* * *
Carol Danvers and Janet van Dyne were having some tea together.
"Are you okay, Janet?" Carol asked.
"Yes," the Wasp replied. "I'm just worried."
"About Cap?"
"And about that strange blood of his in the lab. It is...."
It was really unnerving Janet. For some reason she couldn't stop thinking about it.
* * *
Just before Virginia went to see Stefanie, she made one quick use of the Cube. Just that when Stefanie saw it, she would recognize that Virginia was the best person to handle it directly. That she would trust Virginia with it and not try to take it from her.
Virginia lit another cigar and went to talk to her pal.