Del stood in the basement of the mansion staring at a computer screen. He tapped away at the keyboard furiously, lines of code raced against Del's typing until he made a sudden stop. The program was finished, or at least until he found another bug with it that he surely would. Paper was scattered across the table that housed the keyboard. His algorithm, his research, his blueprints. Del rubbed his eyes, he had woken up early and had went straight to working on the program. The program was the voice within his suit that was linked to the much better and much bigger computer Del had back at his own base of operations. He had linked the voice to his gloves, that were always.....on hand. 

Eventually he ascended the stairs of the basement and made his way to the rec room. He saw two identical girls playing pool, an armless man and the FBI agent. He sat on one of the couches in silence beforeacessing a small computer on his wrist.