The barrage of sound hurt. There was no doubt about it. Andy found himself on his knees the moment he walked into Grant Anders' room. The sound reverberated through his head, each time seeming louder than the last, the pain never ceasing until Grant changed the sound launching from the speakers to something a little more relaxing. Though the calm music was an improvement over the brain-sploding noise, there was still something about it that made Andy rather uncomfortable. After checking the touchpad on his forearm to see if Bill was still functional, Andy obeyed Anders' order to sit, waiting patiently for the intimidating head of FTL to finish doing whatever it was he was doing.

After a short while, Anders turned to Andy and told him to rest his case. The man seemed laid back and relaxed, but Andy couldn't help but feel the slightest bit threatened. [i]'Ooh boy,'[/i] he thought, [i]Here goes my chance of getting funding.[/i]

"First of all, Mr. Anders, I am terribly, terribly sorry for barging in like this, it's just that Matheson was being a dick and I thought that you, his boss, would be more understanding of my need for the funding. Now, uh, for my proposal... I'm working on a movie, but I'm completely broke, and I really really believe in this project," Andy began explaining, his speech increasing in speed gradually as his nervousness grew. "The goal is to make the best action/thriller/martial arts movie ever, thraction arts, I guess, using footage taken from real life, which won't only add a bit more realism, but it'll also hopefully wake the public up to see how bad things really are here in Metropolis, and hopefully people will see enough of how crap it is here to take action against it and work together to make everything better."

Sweat trickled down his brow. His chest heaved up and down. Man, this persuading business was a bitch.

"I also have a camera drone, skills in martial arts and free running, which I can use to help you in I don't know what you need help in. Mr. Anders. Sir," he added, extremely desperate for the money. Hopefully it was enough. Andy didn't think he could argue his case any longer. Convincing was a very exhausting sport. All he could do was sit and stare at Anders in a respectful manner, hoping for the best.