Neon Nights

She sighed, looking a little melancholy.

“Come on.”

She led him towards the planning room, closing the door.

 

She went over to the whiteboard, uncapping a pen. She began writing, her sharp penmanship spelling out Destroy Warehouse.

"Okay," she began, turning to him. "What are our goals? What do we want to accomplish right now?"

 

"Okay, yes," she said with a nod. "What else? If we don't focus on this, then what else do we do?"

 

She jotted down one more point.

• Eve

"Okay," she acknowledged. "So, if we don't physically go in, what are our options?"

 

She pursed her lips, leaning back against the white board.

“What do you mean?”

 

She considered this, sitting down in her chair.

“How would we do it?”

 

“You’re proposing a drone that can drop explosives that would level the entire warehouse?”

 

She sighed a little before writing "robots" under the "destroy warehouse" notes.

"Okay. What else?"

 

She rested her head in her hands.

"No. None that immediately come to mind," she said slowly, and he would be able to recognize her tone; she was about to bring up the original plan again. "But..."

 

She sighed, glowering at him for a moment.

"Okay. Uh... okay. A compromise. You send me in, but the explosives are around the outside of the building, not inside."