Alexander Denton was an attentive man. From the pristine quality of his double-breasted suit, to the consummate clarity of his office and even the minutiae of the day-to-day operations of his company, he demanded perfection. He was a tireless man: it was said that nothing could escape his attention. Right now, he was sitting behind his black desk upon polished golden floorboards, illuminated by the mid-morning light shining through spotless floor-to-ceiling windows.
His head of research, Dr. Daniel Meadows, squirmed. Alexander’s heedful eyes were fixed on a conspicuous stain of hastily caught tartare on the right breast of his visitor’s shirt, his eyes also caught the small line of missed whiskers at the base of his neck. He studied the man’s eager abjection to gain approval, a smile stretched between his cheeks, sensitive eyes leaning somewhat forwards as he sat on the other side of the desk.
Returning his attention to a holographic monitor between them, Alex continued to watch the remainder of the footage Meadows had delivered.
Matthias was visible between the shoulders and arms of the second row of the crowd. The observer appeared to be shorter, the visual feed from their retina revealed a neck craning between elbows, struggling to keep line of sight. Beyond the clutter of arms, Matthias was studying the exposed controls of the malfunctioning teleporter booth, and pressing buttons.
‘I’m assuming we’ll be getting to the point forthwith,’ he pressed Daniel.
‘Yes,’ Meadows effused, smiling. ‘It shouldn’t be a moment.’
He watched as Chris arrived, and the proceeding confrontation. When Matthias drove his arm into the stasis field, he leant forwards, watching closely as the false coating fell from his silicon, the field dissipating from within.
‘My, that is interesting..’
‘Absolutely, sir, the..’
He drew Meadows silence with a raised finger, watching as Matthias withdrew his exposed sleeve and the woman from the teleporter booth.
‘Impossible. I know. Only a nanite swarm operating.. several decades ahead of current aftermarket technologies could have penetrated that field in time.’
He reframed his posture, closing his hands upon the desk. ‘Thank you for bringing this to my attention.’
‘That will..’ Meadows stammered to confirm. ‘Yes.. yes, sir, yes. Thank you, Mr Denton.’
Meadows rose slowly from the chair and left the room betraying a hint of confidence, his head held just a moment higher.
‘Meadows!’ Alexander barked.
‘Yes, Mr. Denton?’ Meadows paused at the door, looking back.
‘This came from Natural Robotics?’
‘It did, sir.’
‘Thank you. That will be all.’
‘Sir,’ Meadows gave a smile and hurried from the room.
Alexander folded his palms behind his head and replayed those few seconds of immediate interest.
‘Matthias..’ he murmured. ‘Phone. Jameson, Security.’
The video paused and was overlaid with a dialog: “Connecting..”, followed by the waveform depiction of incoming audio.
‘Jameson,’ asserted a clear, deep voice.
‘When you have a moment, get to my office. I have a new project to discuss.’
‘Will do,’ James replied.
‘Oh and Jameson.. hold all other concerns, this will take a priority.’
‘All other concerns, sir?’
‘I’ll be right there.’