Elliot, against the backdrop of pure chaos looked so out of place, simply immaculate, his wavy head of hair looked almost secured with not a strand out of place, his shirt was grey not a crease in sight and his trousers were black jeans, I've never seen him dress casually, he was always dress shirts buttoned to the last and dress pants ironed so sharply the folds could cut you
"Why were there so many failures in this batch?" He cuts through all of them heading straight for the box in the corner and picking up the bound folder
He pauses eyeing the folder in his hands turning it from side to side
"Is something wrong Master Elliot?" One of the aides asked, a short-looking man in a lab coat, black gloves, and goggles too big for his head
"No, nothing at all..." He flips the folder open glancing through the pages "..... All these were made with the same batch?"
