Flanegan seemed to be devoid of the devious intent of vengeance that Lance orchestrated since the RoFlo production. Of course, as the Law dictated, there should be a TOR on every production floor. Apparently, Flanegan was assigned to SteamHaven for a reason. Lance hated the way Flanegan looked; his well-trimmed and gelled hair, his glassy face skin, almost perfect to look at. The very detail of a high-classer was portrayed in the guy in front of him.
"Lance Berkley, it's so nice to see you," Flanegan said, wearing his devious grin that Lance wanted to punch his face.
"Flanegan. Glad that you are assigned as my TOR," Lance said. Sounding as if he had the upper hand, and worked hard to suppress his gutful hate towards the guy.
"I am going to enjoy working with you, Mister Berkley." Flanegan mocked.
"Me too. I mean, Mister Leric had vested me the authority to oversee his weapons division, with the help of Doctor Zee of course."
