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[b]Kravin Industries, New York City
September 2nd, 2013[/b][/center]

Harlan Ryker was stressed. Word had come down that Sergei Kravinoff, the CEO of Kravin Industries, wanted results and he wanted them yesterday. Ryker felt like he knew this was going to happen when Kravinoff began dumping millions of dollars into that OsCorp throwaway’s project and as a man who believed the future was in engineering and not genetics he was quite irritated. To find his job was on the line now after Kravinoff finally began putting money back into what Harlan was in charge of was beyond frustrating. So he did the only thing he could do—he held a conference with his best engineers. So here he was standing in the middle of a room after he removed men from their work.

“Gentlemen, we have a pressing matter. Our CEO, Sergei Kravinoff, has decided that suddenly our research matters, but this is not what we had been hoping for. Mr. Kravinoff has said word from top of the chain that if we do not come up with feasible prototypes by the end of this quarter than he will be firing the entire department and replacing u—”

Harlan was cut short by the upset voice of Michael Collins, a man who was working on cybernetic advancements. “That’s bullshit, man!”

Harlan Ryker took a breath as Collins expressed his disbelief and his anger—all of which he understood. Kravinoff was insane to bring this all on them in such a short time. 

“We’ve been working here for half-a-decade with minimal funding and he expects results to suddenly happen by the end of the month? That’s unbelievable and you know it. What the hell is he thinking? It’s impossible what he’s asking of us.”

“I understand, but this isn’t about the sudden decision, I need to know where our projects lie—” Ryker moved his glance to another engineer. “—Ms. Zogolowski, how are you and Dr. Smythe faring?”

Elizabeth Zogolowski frowned, “I’ve been working with Dr. Smythe on his Slayer prototype and they are showing some difficulties, but we are better than we were last year. The artificial intelligence isn’t quite where it should be yet and we haven’t built much of it due to lack of funding.”

“Well we are getting funding, so can we get a malleable prototype up before next quarter?”

“In a month? I mean we have little choice.”

“Then do it.” Ryker moved his attention to another engineer, “What about you?”

“The phasing technology is far from ready; I still don’t really know the potential of the project as there are too many variables revolving around the concept.”

 Ryker frowned, “Put all of your energy on it, I want to see something.”

“Yes, sir.”

Ryker crossed his arms as he looked at the group, “Do what you can, make sure we have something to show to our CEO before we lose all of our jobs. You’re all dismissed, get to work.” With that sentence Ryker saw the scientists, programmers, and engineers shuffle out of the room as he plopped down in a nearby chair in a fit of anxiety. How the hell was he going to get something malleable out the door in just one month before their next quarter started? Why couldn’t Kravinoff give them until the end of the year to show him a prototype?

He didn’t know how they were going to do it.

The only thing he knew was they had to do it.