Oliver's favourite place to get work done was a less frequented room deep in the Life division labs. Packed with dusty filing cabinets and boxes of old files, it's furniture was worn out and mismatched and the computers were just a tad older, but everything was functional. And it was quiet. A relatively undisturbed oasis where Oliver could easily pull a work marathon, finding both the focus and naps necessary for a speedy data turnover.

Today he was close to wrapping up one such marathon. Some of the more experienced Life technicians could estimate how long Oliver had been sitting in one place simply judging by the number of empty Dr. Pepper cans neatly lined up at the edge of the desk, and how high the assorted junk food wrappers were piled in the garbage. At the moment both amounts were substantial, but Oliver was currently indulging in one other necessity for life. He was getting in a couple hours of sleep to tide him over for the night, somehow able to nap in a nearly upright position, with his head resting in his arms next to the keyboard.

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