Buisness meeting((Nightkill only))

He did come. Three minutes later, he walked onto the rooftop in a human form, sitting in the chair next to her. He looked up at the sky, not speaking for a moment. "A beautiful night." he said wistfully. "Truly is." He did not ask for a drink, and instead just waited another moment, the two of them enjoying the night.

Then he spoke up. "I apologize for my delay. I was occupied." he explained. "Being a known villain can result in troubles, such as amateur heroes wishing to engage in battle with you. Truly bothersome." Irritation was in Nightkill's voice, as though saying They thought they could handle ME? demonstrating his pride in himself again, even though he tried to hide it, and hid it relatively well.

The battle had been over quickly. Nightkill had paralyzed the young hero temporarily by sending a powerful electric charge through his body, and left him at the gate of a Starbucks before coming here.

Nightkill did not like having to fight, but would do it if he had to. It was regretful, but sometimes needed. A cold fact everyone had to acknowledge. If there was a God in the sky, looking down on them, Nightkill would have words to share with Him. In his opinion, if a God existed, it was up to the people of the universe to be His moral superior.

"So what is the purpose of this meeting?" he asked.

Nightkill paused. "You are being serious?" he asked. "For my DNA, you would hand over your entire company? And all of it's resources?" Nightkill chuckled. "Before we make a final decision, I would like to know why MY DNA. To create a body, you could take any DNA, even from that of a normal human." Nightkill stared up at the night sky. She wanted a new body, truly wanted one. And she wanted it to be a perfect body. This was very interesting information, and some Nightkill could use.

Nightkill looked over at Elena. The patch was decaying, and it would probably decay quickly. She needed this body, but Nightkill was slightly reluctant about handing over his unique DNA. Everyone's DNA was unique, but Nightkill's especially. He was not even human, and his DNA was equal parts mechanical and biological, a miracle of science, one that some would laugh off as impossible. The Anx race was clearly a brilliant one...Nightkill just wish he knew actual information about them.

Nightkill nodded, and calmly plugged the drive into his arm. He nodded, absorbing all the information into his brain. "I see. And I'll send you and the son the money." he said. "I assume you have a needle to take some blood?"

He paused, thinking. Certainly interesting, this deal. She really wanted a perfect body (he took some pride that his DNA was considered 'perfect'), and he didn't see much of a risk...but he had taken precautions with his DNA anyway. There had been an incident with a mad scientist a few years ago, and Nightkill did not want a repeat. His DNA was specially prepared...

Nightkill took the needle, and jabbed it into his arm. A short moment later, he handed the needle back to Elena Marie. "There you are, then." he said. He took his tie and wrapped it around the place the needle had been inserted in. "I hope we shall have a successful relationship in the future." he said, standing up and extending a hand for Elena to shake. "I will have to run soon, tomorrow I will be going to a crashed alien ship. We live in interesting and dangerous times, my dear Elena. It is best to have friends in these times."