Making her way after the taller male, she was so absorbed with the technology. Sighing as the phone she was operating had completely broken. “Oh erm… Twenty-five.” Smiling so politely, when really she was annoyed at that stupid piece of so-called ‘helpful technology’. “Definitely, have you read the Bulge? It’s like children write it or something and the boss, he’s a seriously mentally deranged psycho.”
He’d keyed her floor in, and closed the elevator and it started to ascend. Apparently she was going one of the floor, (his floor was also one of them), that had been registered on Worldmind’s scan as potential hideout places for the shapeshifter alien he was tracking. It, he, she (?) gave off a distinct signature but was confusing when it came into contact with oxygen. Earth was the perfect hiding place for it. “I have to agree on the boss. I’m pretty sure no one actually likes him. Well, I know this guy who works there. Takes great pictures, seriously underpaid. Maybe you could hire him.” Richard, of course, was talking about Peter Parker.
