“With all due respect, sir, that is the stupidest idea I have ever heard.”

The “sir” whipped around, stormy gray eyes ablaze. “Says the man in the suit with wires hooked up to himself, all targeting the brain stem. Of the two, I would say my idea is bloody brilliant.”

The scientist, who did in fact have wires hooked up to him, snorted in disgust. “You ordered this, you know,” he spat. “You wanted someone to test out your shields. Nobody else would do it, you paranoid freak.”

The other man huffed. “Watch your tongue, Fredirekson. You’re tap-dancing on my last nerve.”

“Shame,” the scientist replied. “Because I was having oh so much fun bickering with you while I work. Get out of my lab.”