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“Please do that,” Geoffry said, and hanging up, he reached down and placed the blueprint he wanted to present to Queen in the only locking drawer on his desk.

Glancing over at Philo, who was tinkering with the inner workings of a couple motors and some what-chi-ma-call-its, Geoffry headed over to a series of worktables and sitting down on a stool, he began to lie out several blueprints. As he memorised what he needed to begin, he picked up a screwdriver that had been left out and began to tap out a beat that sounded like it was something by Kay Kyser.

Still tapping out a tune, Geoffry started to hum a something different, unaware he was doing so. After a moment, he stood and simply stating, “Be right back,” he began walking over to the elevator, changed course and instead headed for the stairs.

Heading a couple floors down, he entered a division that was working with plastic and, with some careful explaining, he talked his way into acquiring some. On a different floor that was experimenting with a rubber by-product called Silicon, he asked that a bit of the material be sent up to his floor. On a floor that was two levels above the one he worked on, Geoffry collected some copper wiring and from a floor directly below the one he worked on, he negotiated for some specific chemicals to be sent to his work station.

Returning to the worktables, Geoffry began to sort out the items he acquired and satisfied that he had everything he needed, he choose the tools he would need and after another look at the blueprints, he started working on what he called a micro-board.

d**k nodded. "Sounds good to me. We can take what few important prisons we can and bomb the place. No sense in allowing a place like to stay standing. I'll talk to the explosives expert on base."
Roy finished his food and nodded. He held up the sniper riffle he always had at his side. Signalling his role in all this. He would nest in a tree and pick guards off.

Was that a jibe directed at him? "At least she has a sense of humor," he thought. "Shall we adjourn to your room?" He finished his martini after asking.

Dinah chuckled and set down her empty glass. "Of course." She led him out of the lounge and to the elevator. "Penthouse, Ms. Lance?" the elevator operator asked. "Yes, thank you."

Hustling was an understatment. d**k had just managed to turn 2 cartons of smokes into 3 partial put together guns, that lead to 4 bottles of brandy and 2 cigars that lead to a gold watch which was now being traded for a dog and a month's worth of rations and 3 girlie magazines.
He tossed the reading material to Roy who chose 1 he liked and rolled it up to stuff it in his pocket. The rations would be poker chips in tonights game and the dog took to Damian like flies to a body.
Damian casually pet the dog who now growled at anyone who came near the boy. A large brute of animal d**k wanted nothing to do with the dog at first but he seemed drawn to the kid, so why not.
He looked up to see Virgil and smiled. Maybe the smile was too big. He quickly scaled it down. 'So whats the deal?" He asked Virgil.

d**k smiled. "This is more fun." He said simply. "I don't like being waited on, I don't like being able to snap my fingesr and have things handed to me. I like this more. It's a challenge, I meet interesting shady people, I can take pride in knowing that I can turn a can of pease into a stack of magezenes." He smiled. "This I can survive on if ever my wealth is gone." He added. "Money is a thing, it can be taken away just as easily. If I live in privolege and act as such, if I lose all that then I will die hungry."

The dog rested it's head on Damian's lap and Damian's head was hung down and his eyes closed. He fell asleep.
Roy reached for him to take the kid to a tent to lay down but thedog growled. Roy drew his hand back and growled back at the dog.

Dinah arched a brow and subtly removed his hand from her back. It may have been obvious that Robert was her "gentleman visitor" of the day, but she wasn't going to let him act as though she was already his after only a drink and some conversation. When they reached the penthouse, she tipped the elevator operator and pulled a key from her pocketbook. She opened the door and stepped aside. "I may be a lady, but my visitors always enter first."