Ah, pharmaceuticals. They smell strong. They do strong things to weak people. Some people would think about that first...

In a gable, there's a vent cover. It falls off. From the duct it covers, la Femme Taissia emerges. She's in a little black dress...and a pair of gauntlets.

With her bare arm, she covers her airway, and allows herself...a century, to adapt to the overwhelming atmosphere of this place. This factory might actually cause her to pass out. But then, they all do...and she doesn't necessarily have to be this close to one, to be tempted to faint.

High above the many reservoirs of chemicals, there's scaffolding. Much of it hangs from chains.

In no shoes, Taissia follows the maze of this scaffolding, throughout the factory. Down there, a lot of pharmaceuticals churn, as they're proliferated. She wouldn't want to know about a lot of the BS that goes into making some of them...

With a tube from her gauntlets, she takes many samplings from many of these tubs. They...don't seem to adapt to containment very well...

In a corner, there's a tub of yellow medicine. Via the scaffolding, Taissia follows it to this batch. Below, it bubbles and churns. A pure mystery, as to how it'll enhance humanity, once it's forged into the shape of a fair dose for an ailing human...

For this, Taissia prepares her gauntlets. If only her other samples would stop struggling to escape their containment...

Beneath her bare feet, the yellow medicine glows, with brighter yellow light. Above, Taissia freezes, like a brocket in the headlights. Around them, time slows. She can't stop staring down into it...and it can't stop glowing.

Above, some of the scaffolding swings from its chains. In this slow-motion, alas, Taissia can't tell that anything's swinging...

The light in the tub dies. So does the matching one in Taissia's eyes. She perspires, and fans herself, by constantly pulling the breast of her little black dress away from her rack. She has NO idea what just happened, but she sure hopes...

From the rafters, a masked man flies across the factory, via a moth-winged harness. He targets Taissia.

He broadsides her and knocks her down, causing her to scream. He spirals around a chain, slingshots back, and dive-bombs her again, as she's getting up. With his huge wings and weight and superior aerodynamics (she can't fly at all), he dominates her, with his terror...

He wears goggles...which appear to be moth-themed, as well. He sure looks scary to Taissia, with them on. She's a hardened assassin, but... He also wears a gas mask, and carries dual submachine guns in holsters on his harness. He looks like he's got some nunchuks, too... Not that Taissia notices. She's a little more preoccupied with his wings, and his speed, and the weight of his dive-bombings...as well as the fact that he briefly bops a few of her NSFWs, each time he dive-bombs her...

Like a helpless victim, Taissia must take it. But then, someone else soon arrives, who doesn't give her much time to plan a proper counter-offensive...

In the background, Taissia hears a door fall to the floor. Gendarmes swarm through. She panics. She thinks they're here for her...

She rolls off the scaffolding, without thinking. At the same time, she's forgotten where she is. She falls into the yellow medicine, of course.

As she goes under, she looks up. The Mothman tries to fly away...and ends up getting gunned down by gendarmes' shotguns. Crying shame; Taissia would've loved to test-fly that harness...

All around her, the yellow medicine glows. In her skirt, the other medicines she's stolen sense their chance to mutiny against their captor...and take it.

Within the tub, the yellow medicine explodes, creates a portal, and sucks Taissia into it. In her absence, the portal implodes...causing the tub's sides to fold in on itself. Soon, it looks like nothing more than a crumpled metal bulb...like a sore thumb sticking out of a factory corner. Or rather, a sore thumb that's doing time in a factory corner, like so much a child who's crossed one line too many...

The gendarmes arrive. Far away, they surround the Mothman's corpse. One's already called the paramedics...although the detectives are pretty sure he's DOA.

A few gendarmes have see the tub, and what it's done. It's the strangest damn thing they've seen... But then, that's for the factory's committee to behold. It's THEY'RE financial burden; not the state's... The state is socialist, and therefore, claims no liabilities...just as it claims no treasury.

They'll never know they've just missed a hit girl...or that the bounty on her head was enough to make the Mothman's bounty look like a rusty penny.