A knock on the oak door timidly encroached into the quiet, carpeted, and very well-furnished study space of Laurence McGreen. He cleared his throat loudly and said with resounding luster, "Come in."
A human form, short, thin, and dressed in white, walked in carrying a manilla envelope. "Sir?"
"Well, bring it at once!" McGreen's voice grew with his thrill of power. The small figure ventured forward and gave it away.
After some time, Alex spoke up. "Sir, we gave it a name."
"Oh?" McGreen barely looked at Alex.
Alex's eyes were aflame, teeth clenched, tongue forced silent by industry. "Project Backfire."
Hm.. I really liked this.. :) Well done. :D
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