Working at NASA as a well respected scientist has a quite lot of ups and downs. Every move most of Xeno’ co-workers made were either always being watched or calculated especially when it came down to him. Due to Xeno being one of the few more brighter of the bunch and using his smarts for all sorts of things caused him to be put on a high part of regard when it came to calculating things and projects. Though that wasn't necessarily a good thing because hatred and jealously easily bloomed throughout Xeno’ fellow co-workers, it wasn't like they tried to hide it either at times. Xeno could easily tell his own co-workers perhaps wanted him out of the picture..

*A dim desk-lamp sat idly on Xeno’ cluttered desk, as files and papers were messily stacked accordingly to the alphabet and importance. Xeno knew he should be better at filing his stuff that NASA gives him, but how could he? He was practically worked to the bone at this point, without sleep too. On the other hand Xeno had other things to worry about, like how he already has almost been assassinated not once but TWICE! ... It was not fun to say the least, due to him having to be precise and act like he was walking on egg shells with EVERY move he took.

“Why must my co-workers act like such animals? Hiring an assassin to kill me? Seriously they could just talk to me, though perhaps they can't handle that conversation or intellectual property.. I've almost hit my wits with this damn crap..”

Xeno grunted softly to himself, as he threw his lab-coat to his chair without looking back to see if it landed on the floor or not. He was too tired to even care about properly cleaning up, especially since today at NASA was tiring to deal with. The glares from his co-workers were getting old at this point, He couldn't understand why they envy him so much.