Barfight!

Dr. Moses and I made our way to New York City. It was an amazing city! Far larger than Jo'burg, Pretoria or Cape Town! Well, as they say- everything is bigger in America. However, it was not the city of lights I remembered watching on television as a youth but rather a place plagued with outages and crime. We were told to explore the city and wait for outreach by our LFER contact. We ended up making our way to "What Ails You," which was the strangest name for a bar that I've ever heard of. The place was a bit of a dive, but I enjoyed the cold beer on tap- even if I tend to prefer mixed drinks.
 
The place was slightly busy. I took notice of a huge bearded man and his mother, quite possibly the biggest "momma's boy" that I've ever seen in my life. I barely came up to his shoulders even in my heels! And I'm not exactly a petite woman, even when I'm not in my svelte Honey Badger form. He did have a charm about him, introduced himself, and told me about how he was from a place called "New Hampshire." I know it's a province of the United States, but apparently it has something of a unique culture compared to its neighbors. I told him about where I was from and he was rather fascinated with my accent, he had a rather interesting one as well- different from the native and foreign-born New Yorkers.
 
Then a group of biker showed up, got drunk and started behaving rather boisterously. Suddenly, they went catatonic. I rushed over to one and called for someone to call emergency services. Not only did no one listen to me, but I noticed that the bartender was acting strangely: he seemed amused by the whole state of affairs. I noticed subtle physical changes in the bikers, and figured that now was the time for Honey Badger. I rushed over to the women's loo after warning Dr. Moses. He whispered to me that he noticed the same thing and suspected that the bikers were about to transform.
 
In the loo, I made my way into a stall and activated my bracelet. Dr. Moses had loaded the bracelet with nanites that would transform my clothes into Honey Badger's costume, complete with weapons. Their presence would then trigger my body to morph into my Honey Badger form, and it was rather pleasurable feeling myself grow three inches along with my muscles. Dr. Moses' formula certainly had some welcome side-effects as it disguised my body via changes in hair color, eye color, and facial structure. Of course, it didn't disguise my accent as I would find out later.
 
Once I had transformed, I made my way out of the loo and back into the bar. There, I found that the biker gang had transformed into a mutated versions of themselves: an animal hybrid (a "minotaur" from Greek myth), speedster, electricity controller, brick, and telekinetic. I taunted the group, recognizing that they were about to go on a rampage- hoping that they wouldn't attack Dr. Moses or any of the innocent folks at the bar. I didn't notice that the big man from New Hampshire was getting even bigger and becoming like a tree until he smacked the minotaur across the room. That's when the barfight commenced!