Ambrose's guard sighs at the effort it's taking to drag him. "C'mon kid, give it up. You're gonna miss everything if you don't get to the viewing room in time. Don't you want to be there to root for your little sis or something?"

Ptelea was left alone for a few minutes before The Boss entered the room. His usual sleek cloak and small glasses had been replaced by a plastic white lab coat and thick safety goggles. "Ptelea!" He crows happily, "so glad you could make it." He ushers an assistant into the room who pushes a cart of miscellaneous tools including knives, saws and a bat. "How are you feeling today?"