Seitzman snickers, "It seems you have some waiting to do." Her sole clicks against the floor as she taps her foot. "Why shouldn't I," another click, "crush you like an ant? You're at my mercy." The clock keeps ticking as her toe keeps clicking. You stare up and meet her wicked glare. Sweat drips from your forehead while she is cold as ice.
"You little idiot. I have the plans, the schematics, to build another one. All of Montana's research. I don't need her device, and I don't need you around, you mouthy little rat." She lifts her shoe, heel and all. Your heart leaps out of your mouth, but you choke it back down. Tick, tick, tick.
You shout with your last ounces of confidence, "But you wouldn't want to waste this chance, right! With an already working prototype, you could have it all to yourself today." She clenches her teeth and puts her foot back down. She squints her eyes and crinkles her pointy, witchy nose. The timer on the matter transposer ticks and ticks.
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