Revenge is best served indirectly

"You're all too kind my good Doctor." She said with a chuckle, she tilted her head in thanks to his respect. She drew her hand back and the flesh and muscle reformed perfectly. She fixed her hair and chuckled lightly. That was...not the reaction she was expecting. Though it was a flattering and appreciated one. Unfortunately the man likely still wanted his assistance in greater numbers. Hel made sure to keep herself relaxed an perceptive as always, making sure nothing could take her by surprise.

"Well... I'm glad to have made your acquaintance, Doctor. I am afraid that we shall part ways now. I have your number...unfortunately, I never keep the same number too long. I'm sure you understand." She said as she collected her purse and began to stand, bowing her head to the Doctor one more time. "I have your number, oh. Be a dear and forget me." Hel said with a wink as she walked out the door for the foyer. She would quickly making her way for her car.

Upon her return to her little apartment, she walked through the door and walked over towards her personal computer. Who was she kidding...it was a super-computer, built form scratch. Sitting there, at the computer was Mothman and Old Shuck. Hel smiled as she walked up to the monitor, noticing the scene from the hospital. With a little work and commitment, as well as sending her beloved friends to check the scene itself, the answer to her question was not at all surprising, yet somehow not at all expected. Hel smiled as she looked to the monitor, a picture of Time magazine on the screen as she chuckled to herself.

"Neal Winters..." She said with a pleasant hum. Now that was a brain she was just dying to pick it.

The doctor has an unreadable expression, returning to the bathroom to change back into his other outfit, his brain rushing from one subject to the next, planning his moves, thinking of his opponents countermoves, replanning… making calculations and ideas at an alarming rate…. His hands move about their work professionally, unknotting the tie and hanging it upon the hook… stripping the extravagant material off. He smiles as he thinks of the power that he is facing…

“She is quite a marvelous creature…” he murmurs absently as he finishes dressing, leaving the suit on the hook in the bathroom stall… Then he grins in fiendish glee as the Doctor exits from the restaurant, snapping his fingers and the disc of salt flares once with green energy… summoning acidic bile in three areas; The first is the table and chair where the doctor had sat, the wood and cloth melting away in a second, leaving naught but a wisp of smoke in the place where it rested… The second place is the cup that Mor had drank from, the water in which it was submerged shows naught a sign of its passing. The last thing that the acid dissolved was the fine suit, that Mor truly regretted having to destroy, but it was for the best… No sign that the Black Doctor had ever been in the restaurant remained.

Heading to the Café where his simple plan had been bypassed in its entirety the doctor sighs… a woman and her boyfriend were sitting in the booth… a pity, they would both be dead by nightfall; possibly even before, depending upon the generosity by which they use the sugar that the doctor had laced with cyanide earlier that morning. The doctor sits in the booth that is right next to the pair, casually leaning over and asking if either of them had seen his suitcase. The woman smiles and passes it to him. He had only been gone possibly twenty minutes… So much had changed in so little time he ponders as he walks to the hotel where he was staying…