The Ancient One's companions were concerned with his bad temper.  He couldn't be anything but just, but still the way he was dispensing justice lately was beginning to weigh on even them!  Now they were flying far north, out over the sea, to an island in the cold Atlantic.
"Ah!"  The Ancient One's male companion commented, "I have relatives around here."
"Hopefully," The Ancient One remarked, "none where we're going!"
They landed on a barren, rocky island that seemed deserted.  But The Ancient One made his way to an outcropping of rocks behind which was a steel door.
"What have we got here?" his female companion asked.
"A facility built by The Nazis," The Ancient One answered, "in World War II as a rest stop and resupply base for their submarines.  But now someone else is using it.  Looked like doctors."
The Ancient One took on his human form and was garbed in a white lab coat and pants.  His companions followed suit.  The Ancient One operated the touch pad on the door and they quickly entered.  The Ancient One went to a wall panel, opened it, and took out three i.d. tags.  He quickly handed his associates theirs and donned his.
They made their way down the hall and were suddenly intercepted by four burly security men carrying M16s.
"What are you doing here?"  one of them snapped.
"I'm Dr. Starr," The Ancient One answered, "Dr. Richardson has sent me to inspect the facility.  We were just dropped off by helicopter."
"We weren't notified of any arrivals!"  the security man snapped.
"That's because we're not here!"  The Ancient One remarked, "Never were, never saw us, never heard of us!"  He took a card he'd gotten from the wall panel and handed it to the guard.  The guard took it, and looked at it.  The Ancient One snapped "The ameba is gold!"  The security man nodded.
"Yes sir!" he snapped, "I understand, sir!  Welcome to the facility, sir.  Anything you need let me know."
"All I need right now," The Ancient One answered, "is the whereabouts of Dr. Leech."
"In the main lab," the security man snapped.  "Shall I inform him you're coming, sir?"
"Not if you want to keep your job!"  The Ancient One snapped.
The security man nodded, snapped "Move out!" to his squad, and they quickly disappeared.
"Lock on their vibes!" The Ancient One ordered.  His companions did so.
They made their way through the facility and entered a modern looking laboratory with very expensive looking equipment.  Everyone looked at them strangely.  Someone spoke to an individual in the middle of the room. He turned, frowned, and came over.
"Who are you?" he asked.  The Ancient One gave his cover story.  "Well at least I should have been informed!"  the man remarked.  "This is highly irregular!"
The Ancient One looked to his companions and then to the other people in the room.  His companions immediately understood his unspoken command and took up position where they could easily strike.  "I've been sent for a progress report," The Ancient One snapped.  "That's a simple matter.  Understandable enough.  We've a lot tied up here.  We wanna make sure we're getting our money's worth.  Have you begun work on the anti psychic virus yet?"
The doctor stared for a moment then answered "No.  With the destruction of the last prototype we're right back to the beginning again.  We're going to have to start from scratch!  We're into the process of identifying individuals with the psychic gene, and preparing to remove them to the facility so we can begin trials.  We made considerable progress before in a short time.  It is believed that with an all out effort we can have a virus ready for dispersal in as little as two years.  To lessen the chances of being discovered we are selecting subjects in third world countries.  We believe these areas may be less monitored than developed nations, and we can easily obtain young and vital subjects for experimentation."
"You mean children," The Ancient One snapped, "you mean you intend to kidnap children to experiment on."
His host looked irritated.  "Really, doctor," he remarked, "I can't understand how anybody with the group could call them children!  They're vermin, extra terrestrial trash that should not be on our world, that are interfering with the glory and the destiny of the true people!  The only way we can be free of their influence forever, is to eliminate all of them, and the virus should do that.  It is estimated it will wipe out 65% of the world's population.  But those that will be left will be the pure, the wholly, human, not the dredges of the universe."
The Ancient One nodded.  "While I'm here, doctor," he remarked, "there's an experiment I'd like to conduct.  Would you mind helping me with it?"
"No!  Not at all!" the doctor remarked.  "Since 9-11 we've got more than we need.  The fools aren't asking questions about the budgets any more, or anything.  My equipment's yours, doctor, help yourself!"
"Good!" The Ancient One snapped.  He suddenly shoved his hand through the doctor's coat, and into his chest, yanked something out, took the doctor's hand, and put it in it.  "I've always wondered," The Ancient One remarked, "how long it would take somebody to die after I ripped their lungs out.  Time that for me, will you?"
The doctor looked down, his mouth wide open.  He tried to speak, but no sound came out.  One of the men in the room cried "Oh my God!" but before he could even move The Ancient One's male companion grabbed his head and quickly snapped it.  The man crumbled to the floor.  Then his male companion grabbed something off the counter and threw it with such force that it penetrated the other man in the room's chest and protruded out his back.  That man, too, sank to the floor.  The remaining person in the room, a woman, screeched, turned and started for the door, but The Ancient One's female companion drove the palm of her hand into her face.  She half rotated in the air and crashed to the floor.
"Armor!" The Ancient One snapped.  "Clean this cesspool out!  Don't leave anybody alive.  I'm going for the computers, and to transmit everything we can to our friends."
His companions transformed and headed off.  As The Ancient One made his way to the computer room he could hear screams and shots all around him, but saw no one.  In a few minutes he had accomplished his goal and rejoined his companions.
"Small problems," his female companion remarked, as she came up herding six children before her.
"Where'd you find these?"  The Ancient One asked.  "They're not supposed to have any subjects here yet."
"This little one," his companion explained, "said they kept telling them they were norms, they needed them to make a baseline."
"Damn!"  The Ancient One moaned.  "Well, there's nothing for it." He split in two.  "I'll stay behind.  There's an emergency boat.  There's a settlement a day's travel away, where they'll be taken in.  Implant in their minds that they were on a ship and it sank, and that's all they know."
The Ancient One's female companion looked at him like she wasn't quite sure she believed what he was going to do, but then nodded.  One of the little boys looked at The Ancient One's two forms with great curiosity.  "Gee!" he remarked, "Even Superman can't become two people!"
The Ancient One laughed. "No, he can't can he?"  he remarked, ruffing the child's hair.
They quickly gathered up what funds they could find to give the children, then departed.  As the boat sailed away from the island horrendous explosions ripped it apart.  The Ancient One's female companion looked at him.
"Do you think they'll ever get the idea," she asked, "do you think they'll ever understand we're not going to let them make that stuff?"
"I hope they do!" The Ancient One remarked, "Because their calculations are all wrong.  If they release the virus it won't kill 64% of the population, it'll kill 97% of the population!  Won't be much left."
"Ouch!" his male companion remarked.
"Yeah!" The Ancient One agreed, "Yeah!  Let's get on home.  We've done enough for tonight."
"Aw, come on!" his male companion complained.  "There's gotta be some fun we can find on the way home!  These dim wits just got me warmed up!  I need some more choppin' time!"
The Ancient One stared at him a moment, then nodded.  "Let's go see if we can find those voo doo nit wits that are sacrificing the children.  That should give you some exercise!"
"Yeah!"  his male companion remarked, "Yeah!"