Terry tilted his head slightly, before pushing his hair out of his face and shrugging. "I probably should get my own dossier then. Make sure they didn't put too many lies, damned lies, and statistics in it. Then I can get started on some of the designs. And I am also..."<br/><br/>"Gibo dahvbee."<br/><br/>He paused, and then looked back and down, seeing one of 'his' minions, as in the first four he had had, standing there. "A phone call? From who?"<br/><br/>"Hitew voohuck."<br/><br/>"Really. I thought he said he wasn't ever going to do business with me again. Probably should see what he wants then."<br/><br/>He turned back to the table, and gave them a cheery wave. "Duty calls, and all that nonsense. Have fun, and don't take over or save the world without me."<br/><br/>With that, he headed for the RV, though the minion carefully picked up the tray and started after him, taking slow, deliberate steps as it followed after him, though its speed was considerably slower.<br/><br/>It didn't take long to finish the call, and as it was a creation job for a more well known and high profile criminal, he couldn't exactly just turn him down, but he also just couldn't up and vanish from the base to deliver it. Still, he had a month to build the thing, so he could put it on the back burner, and he even had a number to contact them if he wanted further clarification on the design or if he finished it early and had an opportunity to slip out and drop it off. Still, he was in the lab, and could start building things until the dossiers arrived, hopefully including his own.