Missy - Muscle-Retention Field

‘Who are you?’ he squeaked as Missy tossed her parasol towards him.

‘Here, catch.’

The scientist did as he was told, his fingers closing around the umbrella’s shaft. Immediately, he froze, unable to move.

‘Oops, sorry,’ Missy apologised, pulling the datapad from his grasp. ‘I forgot to mention the muscle-retention field that activates whenever someone else grabs my brolly. You won’t be able to move until I prise it out of your useless fingers, but don’t worry. You can still breathe, more or less.’

Missy strolled over to the door and used the datapad to reprogram the lock with a new passcode. ‘That should keep security busy.’

‘But will it keep them out?’ Yayani asked, holstering the laser deluxe.

‘Unless they can guess all thirty-two letters of my real name, I should think so,’ Missy replied, smashing the datapad against a nearby table before walking back to the petrified scientist. ‘Now, just what have you been up to, you naughty little beetroot?’

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