Tyranny was allowed onto the lab grounds easily, She didn't even have to flirt, just announce that she was hear looking for employment and bam she was in, into the lobby...ok so maybe that wasn't so impressive but she felt like it was when she had gotten word from Roland that this might be a good place to pursue her much more exciting Career of being a dangerous vindictive woman. Well, she though it would take more savvy to get in.

She came to the front desk and handed over a manila folder with her normal resume on top, it had everything from her teenage minimum wage jobs up to her current occupation of nurse in the emergency ward at Methodist general. The last page held a long list of extracurricular skills. Her accuracy with several weapons, her proficiency with certain fighting styles, her efficiency with medicine and first aid and special abilities, were all there.

She handed her folder to the nine fingered woman and stated calmly. “ I don’t have an interview with anyone or an appointment, but I am simply a resource that this company can let fall into lesser hands. I expect a meeting with someone important with in an hour or two.”

Tyranny was one of those women that other women hated and envied for her ability to look good in anything. Then there was the time that she really put effort into it and made people stare, She wore a black skirt and coat with a white blouse, her hair in a bun, faux black chic glasses that were thin and stylish, high stiletto heels. She carried a small pda that after she announced her demand wrapped possibly as a request. She started tapping away at like she had better things to do. If someone was over her shoulder however, they would note that she was playing a very serious game of solitaire.

She sat with one knee over the other in a haughty too good to be here fashion. And tapped away. Wondering how long exactly this was going to take.

The young woman was not kept waiting long. In fact, she was kept waiting approximately ten minutes. This was the amount of time it took for Frank Newton to decide whether or not to interrupt his employer.

Slate was sitting in the Board Room, casually reading a book on chess strategy. There was a lime green squeaky hedgehog on the desk in front of him. It stared across the room at Frank for many long moments before Slate looked up.

Frank settled on a compromise, of sorts: he explained the situation to his employer. And he did not point out the hedgehog in the room.

“Ah,” Slate said. “Send her in, please.” He set down the book. Next to the hedgehog.

Frank simply nodded, and went to escort the rude woman to see his employer. And the hedgehog.

Slate had found it in the library, you understand.