It had been a week since the attack on the mansion as Theon returned to work. The building had been repaired and all that was missing was minor internal cosmetics. Everyone was back at work as Theon walked back into his office. He was wearing a black three-piece suit with a black tie and white shirt and his UND attached to his right wrist. He was walking back into the building after inspecting an out of city production plant. He walked into the lobby of the building, pushing past some of the plastic sheets hanging from the upper wall to block some of the debris from the construction.
The lobby was mostly still concrete with a white tiled floor with some leather furniture around the room. There was a front desk that the wood paneling on it was setting after being applied. The walls were still just regular drywall and were scheduled to be painted later that day. A series of lights were in the city and many more were being placed into it as Theon walked in. On the other side of the lobby were a set of elevators that were still being fixed and a set of stairs next to it.
"Ah, Mr. Murton," said a secretary from behind the desk. "Mr. Vincho faxed over the report about the progress of training the guards."
"Ah thank you," said Theon as he took the file filled with papers.
"Oh, and Mr. Vertarn is up in the conference room for the call to Solva," said the secretary.
"Thank you. I'll get Mrs. Sinder to get the tech ready for us. Any news from Doctor Vertail and Doctor Intervet?"
"Yes, I left the information on your desk in your office."
"Thank you." He tucked the files into his briefcase and headed to the stairs.
"Excuse me, hold the door please," said an Anthro. He was a male Anthro raven with black feathers covering almost all of his body. He had sharp yellow eyes and a short black beak for a mouth and nose. He had black talons for feet and arms instead of wings. He had a series of black feathers coming from the back of his hips to make a tail. He had a pair of holes in the side of his head for ears, covered by feathers. He had on a pizza delivery uniform and a warmer case for a few pizzas slung over his shoulder. He was thin and looked physically weak.
"Oh, Rex, how are you going?" Asked Theon as he held the door open for the Anthro.
"Eh, could be better," said the Anthro as he walked into the stairwell.
"Same as me. So, what's wrong?" Asked Theon.
"Eh, mom's not getting any better," said Rex. "I just hope that my boss doesn't cut my hours..."
"Rex..."
"I know, you're concerned. Oddly enough that a regular customer cares more than my boss."
"Yeah... So, who's the pizza's for?"
"Just a person on the third floor. I don't know who yet but ten pies is big." The elevator door open and a number of Anthros were at their desks, working as usual with a banner above them in the grey landscape of the building that was still being repaired. The banner read: Welcome back everyone!
"Hello, Mr. Murton," said an Anthro worker. "Hey, pizza's here!"
"Whoo, pizza!" Exclaimed another.
"Well that solves that mystery," said Theon. "Here, I got it."
"You just want a piece of it," said a worker.
"Yes, so?" Asked Theon as he paid with two $100 bills. "Keep the change as a tip."
"T-Thank you," said Rex as he handed over the pizza boxes. He tucked the bills away and headed back down the stairs. Theon put the boxes down, grabbed a few slices and a paper plate, and headed into the conference room. Inside Zeillian was sitting in the room while preparing for the conference. Zeillian was wearing a black two-piece suit with a white shirt and tie with his collar fur neatly tucked away under the collar of the shirt and his UND on his wrist. The room was still grey but had a small wooden table with a projector above it and a set of chairs behind it. The projector faced a white screen and a camera in front of them.
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Helix Operatives: Creation
Ficção CientíficaOn the planet Utopia there are two races that inhabit the planet. The two races, Sinderlos and Anthros, despise each other greatly. Sinderlos rule with a heavy iron fist, keeping the Anthros in poverty and under their control, some by other means. O...