My Brain Hurts Now... [Open to Company Members][NR]

"Testing in Progress. Proceed with Caution", was the sign that was hung on the double glass doors that led to the R&D department. It was on the outside so that if anyone wanted to come in they would see it and be warned ahead of time that Devon - or someone at least - was in there doing something potentially dangerous.

Devon had spent over a week putting on the last touches to the robotic suit she had created and dubbed as Wolfenstein 2.0: a much smaller version of its much larger 'parent' suit. Wolfenstein 1.0 - a nearly fifteen foot tall robot with enough intelligence to operate even when Devon wasn't manning the controls - was currently seated in the corner of the room with its eyes dimmed indicating it was in 'Sleep Mode'. Wolfenstein 2.0 was having no such treatment though as it was currently located - hanging from a hook - within a chamber that would look to be made out of glass. However, this was super safety glass, completely bullet proof and even explosion proof. There was a circular hole within the chamber that was on hinges so it could be open and closed, as well as a door that would allow someone to walk in and out at their leisure. Several guns were resting on a table nearby the hole along with a pair of safety goggles and ear protectors - on the outside of the chamber - all having obviously been fired at the suit which didn't even have a scratch on it. What remained of the bullet that had struck the suit littered the floor within the closed off chamber.

Devon, whose black hair was back in a messy ponytail, was cleaning her glasses on the edge of her white short sleeved top of her typical 'school girl' outfit that she wore black leggings and combat boots with. The jacket of her outfit was thrown over her chair by her desk which had several unfinished parts scattered all over it, and a very high-tech computer. When she was finished with the glasses cleaning she put them back on her face and straightened them out before staring at Wolfenstein 2.0 with a frown. "Still can't figure it out...", she said out loud before letting out a frustrated sigh.

Matt came walking into the R&D department, having never actually been in here before. He looked like he usually did when not wearing his suit, his hoodie on with the hood up. He'd heard Devon had been down here hard at work since Cala was nabbed, and Matt wanted to see what she was working on.

Stretch was still in his uppity mood, so Matt decided that he was just going to distance himself from all that. it seemed like ever since he got with that girl, an emo side of him came out; an uncool side that Matt didn't want to see. He seemed to throw the fact that he'd scored Jasmine in the air every chance he got, but was constantly jealous of Cala, even with the fact that Matt had been giving her space since that whole kidnapping thing. So, with his grandparents already planning on taking another road trip, Matt was going to be around the tower more often.

He came in looking around Devon's lab, looking at the two robots she'd built. One was way bigger than the other, yet both looked pretty scary. In a fight, Matt honestly didn't know if he'd win. "A vicious looking-creation," he said, sliding his hands into his pockets. "What do you seem to be having trouble with, tho?"

Devon was still frowning and staring at Wolfenstein 2.0 when she heard the doors of the R&D department open and close: suddenly remembering she had actually forgotten to take down the sign that was hanging up on the door. She looked over to Matt as she heard him speak and jerked her thumb towards Wolfenstein 2.0 in the safety test chamber. "It's too bulky...", she said simply as she unlocked the clear door.

She walked into the square mini room and unhooked the suit before carefully bringing it out. She laid it down on its usual table nearby Matt. "This is Wolfenstein 2.0." She then nodded her head towards the larger one. "He was my original creation, and 2.0 was just sort of an idea floating around in my head. Something I was playing around with after my sister had made a comment a few years back about needing some way to hide herself when you guys were out doing jobs and you were all suited up - this way people didn't get suspicious of seeing her always with you with the suit on and without."

"But, after what happened to Cala... well when I heard she lost all of her abilities, I figured my sister could do with a bit more protection. So, I finished this smaller version up. It'd be easy for her to move in, kind of like armor only more high tech and safer."

Her brow creased together as her slight frustration showed. "I just can't seem to make it any smaller. I tried different metals and anything thinner than this just wasn't safe enough - like it is now it's bullet proof. But, she still wouldn't be able to wear it under clothing, even carrying it in a bag with her all of the time is not going to work because it'll take up too much space, and I can't seem to think of another way to hide it. It's frustrating because I know that now she seems back to her old self she's going to want to get out there again and start doing stuff, and I don't want her face to become popular... I just don't see that turning out well, ya know? So, I'm trying to fix this issue before she wants to go out and start stopping bank robberies, and saving old ladies, and whatever..."

So Cala was going to be wearing a suit now too, then?...He sorta felt like someone was intruding upon the franchise, he sorta started the suit thing...but it couldn't be helped at this point, he supposed.

His father, when he was alive, was famous for his many inventions: the Nanoids, the suit, the Adhesive design, just to name a few. Another little known invention that first put him on the map happened to be Dimensional Compression. The ability to store many things in a small amount of space. It was the very device that allowed him to hide his own suit.

So, inside of his device was another device, just in case the first one failed. After retrieving it, he lie it on the table. It was long and thin like a pole, and had two blinking buttons on the top of it. The device would be folded so that it was easier to carry. "My dad invented this, it's a dimensional compressor," Matt said as he scratched the back of his neck. "You can store giant things in a small space. This one is a portable version, so it will hold about 1 ton worth of stuff. The button on the top is to take things in or bring them out again. The button on the side tells you if it's full or not. When the button is green there's room, when it turns red it's full."

The idea that someone else was going to be running around fighting in a suit When he'd been the first was a little disheartening, but the time for being childish was long past. He let out a sigh that sounded more like a groan though...

Devon looked at the device in amazement and then at Matt, closely. "Are you sure you want to give this to me? I mean... that will solve all my issues... but are you sure you want to give this up?" She was very thankful for the offer, and would put the device to use if Matt was sure, but she wanted to make sure he was.

She picked up the device, looking it over carefully as she waited for Matt's response. "This is absolutely amazing... I could never come up with something like this.", she said, awestruck. Was he really going to trust her with technology like this? He had given her the nanoids and she had never spoken even a whisper of his secret, and she had no intentions of telling anyone about this either, or where she got it from.

Matt gave a shrug of his shoulders. "It's just sitting there unused anyways," he said. "I have like 5 other ones back home too. I can't trust this kinda stuff to just anybody, but I know you'll keep quiet about it and put it to good use. It's no problem, really..."

Was Cala gonna steal into his spotlight as a metal suited fighter? It made his head itch, and he scratched several times. He couldn't help but to feel...a little thrown off. Maybe he had himself to blame for it. He'd been running and flying around in this suit for 5 years, and they'd been watching. Maybe Devon got inspired after he injected her with those Nanoids 5 years back...

Matt turned and started walking towards the exit. "See ya Devon, hope that solves your problem," he said, waving behind him while pushing open the doors...

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"Thanks. I won't breath a word of this to anyone!"

Devon nodded and then watched him leave. She turned back to the Wolfenstein 2.0 suit and got to work... this thing was already perfected and now she had a way for her sister to keep it hidden. Now, all she was going to have to do was convince her sister to actually use it. That was definitely going to be a battle.

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