He had just finished ripping the chest armor apart to get to the secondary needles, the helmet contained the main booster section, which left a question as to what the others were for, when the intercom went off. He looked up, unmoving for a moment, before he slowly stood up. "That call was for me, right?"<br/><br/>A cheerful burble from one minion resulted in a most satisfying table flip, though not the table with the armor. "Minion One ninety one, clean that up, the rest of you, work on your assigned projects. If not assigned a project, work on the damned AEM! I want it running before tomorrow ends!"<br/><br/>Ten minutes later he strode into the meeting room, and took a seat, dressed in full armor, carrying his burst rifle, and drumming his fingers on the helmet even before he sat down.