New Project for Dr. Dork
Seargent Ron Naliboff walked into the tech lab, less than his usual half-friendly self.
"Fred," he said sharply, the two officers flanking him in no better a mood. That thing... that... thing, was just frightening. And its screams.... He didn't know how Simmons could stand it. "On your feet. Deactivate those things or whatever and grab your tool kit, your first priority project just changed. Double time."
More bots were coming, and they weren't happy. Reports of some NBE activity were being associated with the recent demolition of Qutar. Ron had friends there, and he'd be damned if he wouldn't get this expert to his place working on how to kill these things immediatly.
"Fred," he said sharply, the two officers flanking him in no better a mood. That thing... that... thing, was just frightening. And its screams.... He didn't know how Simmons could stand it. "On your feet. Deactivate those things or whatever and grab your tool kit, your first priority project just changed. Double time."
More bots were coming, and they weren't happy. Reports of some NBE activity were being associated with the recent demolition of Qutar. Ron had friends there, and he'd be damned if he wouldn't get this expert to his place working on how to kill these things immediatly.