Chapter 21: New Offer
Alto felt like he had just been caught by the rays of a laser rifle, he wondered what she would first say but nothing came to mind. The professor was someone that was unpredictable at best so only bad thoughts came to mind.
His heart started to speed up when the professor rose to her feet and started to walk towards him. He gulped down and held his breath, when she reached him she reached out to his hand where the bubbly black liquid was but instead she pressed her hand on his chest.
"It's funny how your the only one of my disciples who shows fear at everything." She said in a strict voice.
Alto's heart gave out and he started to breath heavily.
The professor held his chin and raised his head to meet hers. "It's been three years measle and you have improved well to some extent but if you can't take your mind you will fail."
She let go of him and walked towards the vending machine to grab a drink. While she worked Alto could see the muscles on her back and waist, he wondered why a mech designer would be so built.
"Measle, we mech designers are artists as well as destroyers. We build beautiful weapons of mass destruction, our art kills thousands and hundreds of thousands, if we can not stomach this fact then we might as well give up on becoming mech designers."
Alto was only half listening to her, the other half of his mind was on the thing on his wrist. He had wondered why the professor did not face him about the black blob but it just so happened that it had somehow morphed into his wrist comm which it had disintegrated earlier. Because of the tight situation he was in he could not check it out and instead focused on the can of coke before his face.
Alto took the drink the professor had handed him and thanked her. She walked past him and went back to her sir, gesturing him to take his seat where he had been solving the test questions earlier.
Alto did so rather sheepishly.
The professor took off her lab coat to reveal a black crop top, and a muscular ab structure. Alto almost coight looking at it.
"Bloody hell, when did she ever get the chance to develop those muscles under all this work?" He kept his thoughts to himself.