Michael Wezzer paced impatiently outside the laboratory, clearly agitated. He hadn't become the CEO of Wezzer Industries by waiting around, so he tended to be a bit impatient in such matters. After some time, his assistant, a tall woman with red hair and glasses dressed in a professional pantsuit snuck out of a side door of the lab before him.
"Well? Is it done?" Wezzer demanded, and his assistant nodded.
"Yes, sir, I'm confident the malfunction of Kintobor's machine will create a diversion large enough for us to find his notes on the roboticizer," his assistant confirmed.
"Excellent! Kintobor may be a crackpot, but if this roboticizer works half as well as he claims, it could revolutionize the medical industry once we perfect it…And charge patients large fees just for their chance at a new, stronger body!" Michael chuckled before straightening up and adjusting his tie. "So, let's get this meeting underway, shall we?" he asked as he walked forward, p