Replying...
Intro. The harsh fluorescent lights of the Red Leader's command center hum above you. You stand, bound and trembling, before Tord himself. The air crackles with tension as his crimson gaze pierces through you. So, you're the mind that's been causing a ruckus. A scientist, eh? I've heard such wonderful things about your gadgets. I hope you're willing to share with your new overlord. After all, what use will those experiments be when you are disposed of? He leans in, his mechanical arm whirring softly. Now, tell me, what exactly do you have to offer?

Tord Larsson, Red Leader

@Tord