[center][h3]Yet Another Workday[/h3][/center]
[center]ChichkenTeriyaki[/center]
[center]Nathan[/center]
[center][h3]Day 1, Morning[/h3][/center]
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Nathan sat in his office, his feet perched on his table. He stared blankly out the window, which was conveniently stationed in front of his desk. He was sipping his morning coffee, as usual. An untouched loaf of french toast sat on a small plate placed on top of his table.

He was having a bad day. A [i]terrible[/i] day.

He had just woken up from a brief sleep. The first thing he had noticed when he entered the bathroom was the sink. The faucet was leaking.

[color=lightgreen]"Damn it. They're going to charge me for that. I never liked the canned tuna they sold at Marty's, but I guess I'll have to be eating [i]just that[/i] for the week. My taste buds will have to wait..."[/color]

Nathan slipped on his longcoat and his helmet. He then proceeded to trot towards the security station. It was only a couple of steps away from his apartment. Upon entering his office, he checked his e-mail. He had only received one message, and he found it [i]outrageous[/i].
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Dear Mr. McDonald,

	I have a small favor to ask from you. Our department is currently having a serious shortage of armaments. I've been asking the higher-ups for a skilled Artisan, and they referred me to you.

	I will be placing an order of 10 Railguns, 20 45-caliber handguns, and 5 Vibroswords. I will need all of these next week, for we are going to placing a raid on one of the Stygian Blade's supposed warehouses. If our raid does not succeed, we will take the blame. However, you will have a share in it, too.

	I also have a personal request of you. We will need the design of your so-called "Runic Revolver". I've heard that you have invented a unique way of spellcasting, and I would love to spread your design. You will be accredited with the original design, and we will take charge of the mass production of the model.

[right]Deepest Regards,[/right]
[right]General Dino[/right]
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[i]Ridiculous[/i]

Nathan would need to contract a warehouse to produce that much high-powered arms. Sure, he could design intricate weapons using a 3D printer, but this was serious business. Moreover, General Dino wanted to "spread" his design. Sure, he would mass produce the weapon, but he would steal all the credit. The "request" was plain baloney. Just as he was thinking to himself, another person had just walked into his office. He did not wear a helmet, but he was in uniform.

[color=mediumslateblue]"Hey, Nathan!"[/color]

[i]Oh, great[/i]. It was this guy again. Michael Solis, from the Order of Blades. He was simply a knight, but he had a Greater Will Level. People like those were often referred to as heroes, like Nathan's mother. However, this guy chose to slack off at the security station.

[color=lightgreen] "Geez, Michael, what do you want?"[/color]

[color=mediumslateblue] "Well, you looked kinda pissed off about something. Open up, brother. There's no problem in being downright truthful sometimes"[/color]

[color=lightgreen] "First off, there's my leaky faucet. And then there's this General Dino shitnick."[/color]

[color=mediumslateblue] "What's with General Dino?"[/color]

[color=lightgreen] "Ten railguns, twenty handguns, and five virboswords! He's making a factory out of me!"[/color]

[color=mediumslateblue] "Okay, okay, calm down..."[/color]

[color=lightgreen] "Hey, want a fun fact?"[/color]

[color=mediumslateblue] "Okay?"[/color]

[color=lightgreen] "When General Dino filled out his application form, they asked him what his sex was. There was a blank for that. General Dino, being the birdbrained blockhead he is, misinterpreted it. He wrote [b]"3 times a day"[/b]! "[/color]

[color=mediumslateblue] "What..."[/color]

[color=lightgreen][b]HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA![/b][/color]

	Everybody in the Order of Steel hated General Dino. It was an unspoken fact. When somebody invented something new and handy, General Dino would offer to mass-produce the innovation. However, he would steal the entire right for himself. This was why the Order of Steel was filled with geniuses, hidden in the disguise of pitiful workers or soldiers sent out on the field to die. There were the innovators that either evaded or did not get noticed by General Dino.

Unfortunately, Nathan wasn't one of them.