Trying to replicate what happened to me? Bruce thought in silent horror. "In the wrong hands, that would be devastating."
Just like that, Bruce's attitude changed as he felt a deep responsibility to stop any attempts to create more monsters like the Hulk... or worse. He sat forward in his seat and slid his glasses on to read the information on the tablet.
"When are we leaving?" he asked, pulling up an image of the vineyard in Southern Spain where these people were planning to congregate. "You realize I've never done this undercover work before?"