Carla had enjoyed the two hour tour of the her ancestral legacy. She had learned much history of The Clan of Understanding. She had especially enjoyed learning of the thousands of various weapons they had invented. The gears in her head had turned during the tour and she had come up with ways to weaponize and alter her body. Now as the returned to the Trans dimensional Viewing Room, her and Ionia spoke. Ionia: "Our clan included people of all colors and races because we only cared about the mind. In fact we would collect the most intelligent of less advanced people. As modern times show, most knowledge can be taught anyway." "How many of us do you think are still alive?" Carla asked. "Besides us and Ameer," Ionia responded, "I know of only one other descendant. The billionaire investment mogul, Dolan Crump. He hides his eyes and knows his history as well. In fact Ameer is the only one who truly doesn't know."

  As they approached the center window that led to the Math Dimension, the conversation continued. "With these 42 vials, we will devastate Ameer and his forces. Then the final phase of the plan can begin." She grabbed the vials of Soul Tech and brought up her golden brief case. It did not open. Instead she phased the vials in. She then pressed some images on the touch screen on the brief case. "The final adjustments. Specific abilities for specific vials. Now are you ready Carla?" Carla spoke up, "Yes ma'am" . Ionia pressed the screen on the platinum briefcase, and once again white light filled the room.

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  Meanwhile, in a non descript room where non were present, a light shone from a mirror. It dissipated and Carla looked around the room, and saw things that reminded her of a fair. "Where are we?" Ionia responded, "They are in the middle of a show now, but welcome to my adolescent home, the Morton Brothers Circus. They should be back here in about 20 minutes."

  The ladies waited and chatted more, then they heard a commotion from the hall way. They stepped out and the older members recognized her instantly. "Ionia!" the old ringmaster spoke excitedly. Ionia smiling: "Hello Brutus. It's been years. We need to catch up and I would like to ask you and the entire circus for a favor." She held up a vial, and Brutus Morton raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening," the nearly 80 year old man spoke.