New Prisoner (Cinna, NOT any other Untouchables)

Donovan sat at his desk, feet up, leaned back. It had been a long day, and he was ready to go home. But technically, he couldn't leave for another eight minutes. At least not without Alex yelling at him. So he sat, waiting, his eyes closed.

Within three minutes, he heard the lab door open. He assumed it was just Reever or somebody, so he just barely cracked his eyes open to see. However, they opened wide as he saw Jason walk in, carrying a figure in a black hood.

"Yeah, I'm here." he said, yawning. "Who's this? A prisoner, I assume?"

Donovan's face lit up. "Are you actually asking me to build an assassin robot? Finally! I have always wanted to build one, but because something like that will cost so much, Alex would never let me! But now I have to! Yes!" he yelled, finally taking notice of the prisoner.

"Oh, yeah, that's fine. Hmmm, a bomb specialist? I've needed one for a while now...maybe I'll keep him as a pet for a little longer." he smirked. "Now! I need you," he glanced at Resno, "To go get me my tools. And don't you try an escape, B.R.A.D. will shoot you dead. They're over there." he pointed to a wall covered in assorted tools.

Donovan sighed. "I didn't say bring every single tool. I said MY tools. Look at this one." he held up a hand drill in very bad shape. "Look at the name plate. It says 'Beryl'. I am, for one, not a girl, and secondly, my stuff is in better condition. Take all this back." he pushed all the non-perfectly polished tools into a big pile.

As he waited for Resno to put the tools away, he quickly surveyed his own. It was all there...except for one screwdriver. A hyperelectic one to be exact. Maybe he had misplaced it, he thought. Or maybe the prisoner had took it. He had no idea why he would take a screwdriver, so he just assumed he had lost it.

Soon all of his tools were laid out on his workbench very orderly. "Hmmm...Well, I'll have you start on the body. Needs to be strong, able to move and bend, and quiet. Pick a metal you think would be good, I'll let you know if it's okay. I'll start on the wiring." He pulled out a bunch of strong electrical wiring and began stringing it together as he needed.

After about five minutes of silence, Donovan had accomplished almost nothing, in the grand scheme of things. This was going to be a huge project, he realized. B.R.A.D. had taken a month, and this thing was even more complicated. Granted, he had been a beginner when he made B.R.A.D., but it was still going to take a very long time.

He set down his jumble of wires, and turned to look at Resno as he spoke to him. He was holding up the first part of the body. "Hmmm, yeah, that should work. It's awful thin though. Get some titanium plating to back that up. But drill holes in it, so the self-destruct mechanism can punch through it." he ordered, turning back to his work.

Donovan turned back to Resno. "Yeah, okay. I'll get right on that." he said. He grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and wrote on it:

1. Construct body of robot.

"Here you go." he said, handing the paper to his "assistant" and turned back around. Right now he was working on the remote detonation system for the self-destruct feature. Yes, he knew Resno could do this much faster. No, he didn't care at all. Explosions were fun to create.

Donovan began to turn as he heard Resno move behind him. But suddenly, the bomb specialist was on top of him and was trying to kill him with a drill. Before the tip could reach his skin, Donovan grabbed at Resno's arm and tried to throw him to the ground. "Bad move." he said, standing up.