Millie

The first time Millie was suddenly cornered by several black SUVs, hooded and herded into one of them by burly men wearing suits, sunglasses and earpieces, she'd reacted as you might imagine anyone would. Except because she was wearing the black ring, her reaction resulted in the SUVs immediately melting into a thick gray goo that then quickly hardened around the men and stuck them to the pavement like flies to a glue strip. Still, whatever clandestine government agency had decided to target her did not seem fazed, did not give up, and each time they came for her the situation escalated, until she became afraid that innocent bystanders would get caught in the crossfire. She realized she would have to let them take her, but by waiting patiently to be delivered to the heart of their inevitably underground laboratory, she could do a lot more damage, enough to finally convince them to leave her be, and if absolutely necessary, to eliminate anyone who could not be convinced. She'd been through this cycle with agencies from 3 different countries before, and now, judging from the voices of her captors, it seemed that Russia would be her fourth. If these governments were only a little less enamoured with their secrets, if they would just communicate with each other, they would know to save themselves the trouble. Or maybe they would never learn without the benefit of a direct confrontation. Either way, she just wanted to get on with it, get out of here, and get some dinner. But she knew to hold off on the fireworks until the higher-ups arrived to witness the result of whatever experiment they intended to perform on her. She could pretty much guarantee it would not be the result they'd been hoping for.