You were carefully examining the piece of platinum you found before footsteps echoing in the corridor approached you. The familiar smell of tobacco filled his lab, and Stanley came up behind you and looked over your shoulder at the lab utensils on the table. Before speaking, he brought his cigarette to his lips, inhaled the smoke, and blew the smoke in a direction away from you.

"Brody says the submarine is nearly complete. Do you have a another task for me, Xeno?"