Minutes Maid!!! Location:Cristals Mining Corps Main HQ Time: 07H15 Under a mane of dark emerald hair,a hidden communication device come to life with a switch of a mental trigger. -"The Dragon here!Shinning Razor,Situation?" -"Working on it,damn,Hate this dumb code names..." -"Stick to procedures,report!" -"I know...I know...kk,here are your two next playt..." -"Razor!!!!!" -"OK,OK stick to the procedures...Loser 1 security guard,hierarchy mid level,standard side arms and armor,Crimes class 1 and 2, status:disposable, danger level minimal,looser 1 stick with mega looser 1" -"contact?" -"less than 1 mn,Mega Looser 1 head researcher of Gen Section,hierarchy High level,unarmed and unarmored,Crimes classes 3 and 4,status:wanted for questioning else disposable,danger level negligible...Hold on! Mega Looser have a mini plasma backup pistol,black market type,in a back quick draw holster,recently used,upgrade threat to less than minimal level and status to wanted for questioning before a straight one-way travel to the Firing range for ballistic test..." -"I beg your pardon?" -"Just joking here...not really but...kk,better keep alive..." -"The Dragon off" ------------------------------------------------- -"Hey Donald!" -"Hey Mickey!" A typical morning for two worker of the Cristals Mining Corps,Donald Patrick Heinkel,your barely above average security expert and Michael "Mickey" Zebbio,chief of the human research section,walking nearly the full lenght of the complex to access the worst and more dirty looking so called "automated drinks dispenser",source of the less worst coffee of this whole HQ. -"Seem you got a new Security Super Chief lately,Donald" -"Oh man!You do not know the half of it!a Hell of a cold hearted bitch,flat as a board and..." ------------------------------------------------- The Dragon passed the corner of the corridor just at this moment,a mean smile on her lips... "The-hell-of-a-cold-hearted-bitch-flat-as-a-board and whatever you were going to said after that, order you as "Super Chief of Security"to run to the nearest security post and wait here for her return like a good child,Soldier boy!MOVE ON!!!" Michael Zebbio,stay frozen in fear as his friend runned out,unable to say or do anything,nailed on the floor by the most frightening eyes he ever see... -"Now,little Mickey,some simples rules for you to follow in the next minutes to come.First one:I ask question, you answer with the best of your limited abilities and by telling the whole true,I spot a lie,I break a bone... painfully.Second one:You try to run I remove the offending appendages you use to flee,Quickly.Third one:Try using this toy gun you cowardly hide in your back and I remove the offending appendage which tried to hold said gun,slowly,really slowly...Now that this simple ground rules have been clearly stated we could start the little talk..." The communication device in her hair return to life just before she could finish her sentence... -"Razor here,Incoming problem:Looser 1 as run to tell his mother,she is a 50 tons Mecha,weapons on board two 35 mm Grav vulcan,24 hell fire missile and two high intensity maser in 360