Ammotech; one corporation of making weaponry and any sort of new technology that was associated with war equipment was their specialty. It was a pretty big corporation if they were merging with two other companies. It was going to be a pretty big industry if they collaborated with many more smaller companies that made grand weapons.

There was a man who was constantly slacking off at his job and instead of filing in claims or finishing reports which he would do at home if he had time since he was always with friends, family, and hanging out with co-workers here and there. He began to work on his report and had only 2,000 words when he needed more and had more then 250 spelling errors.

Dick was completely confused when he arrived at his job that the gate guy wasn't present but he went back to the usual and was rushing in and his chucks were slipping along the floor and he clocked in on the main floor but completely didn't pay attention to mutilated or deceased members around the area because they were scattered. Dick sat back in the chair and looked at his boss unsure if it was good or not. His boss pointed out the errors and Dick winced knowing he was caught and his life was on the line now because now his boss wanted to kill him. His boss sipped his energy drink. Turns out the energy drinks being passed around in the office were filled with some sort of chemical that messed with everyone's mind it made them hostile when Dick was running for his life from these blood-thirsty employees.

He managed to hide you in a closet with himself "Jesus, he's putting a whole fucking mob together." But, you were yelling. "Hey. Please be quiet. Okay?" He began calming Wally down and you and he covered your mouth but you almost bit his pinkie off and he was about to scream in pain. Dick pulled his hand away and wrapped his pinkie with dutch tape. But you snapped out of it and asked what happened since you had some of the drink. "The part where we are running for our lives or the fact you almost bit my finger off!?"