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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
[b]“Well, if you two ‘kids’ are done playing flirting, we can get these weapons into production and put that son of a bitch down...As long as that’s alright with you, ‘hero.’”[/b] Anderson said in order to get the ‘meeting’ back on track after Chris had derailed it because of his flirting.

If this were a cartoon, Anderson’s face would be redder than an apple and steam would be billowing out of his ears. However, Anderson showed some self-control by not acting upon these feelings. There were bigger fish to fry, and at the moment Chris’ behavior was not one of them.

“’Kids’? People have used worse names to describe me. For instance, that metahuman that I faced while I was on my way here called me ‘Princess.’” Chris cracked a smile as he began to mention the nicknames he had been called. However, he quickly cut himself off because he could tell in Anderson’s face and body language that he was not impressed at all.

Chris turned back toward the monitor. “Well, Archangel,” Chris began, “It was a pleasure to meet someone who has a handle on technology that is [i]almost[/i] on par with my own technological genius. It shouldn’t take too long to figure out the problems that you sent to me.”

“Okay, then. When should I expect those ‘new toys’ to be operational? Repairing my armor should not take too long.”