Tad glanced back as he exited the coffee shop, a teenage boy was walking toward the exit, but Tad didn’t like the nose ring of the boy, he thought his hair should have been combed rather than left messy, and he was probably one of those punk kids that scratched his Prius last week outside of the coffee shop. Tad didn’t have any reason to believe it was kids that scratched his Prius but that didn’t matter, because in the end, Tad just didn’t like this boy at a glance, he released the door, giving it just a slight nudge back with his fingers. Kevin, was late, and everything was going wrong today. He woke up late and didn’t have time to fix his hair or even brush his teeth. His boss was a bitch that would yell at him if he didn’t have her Caramel Macchiato with one ounce of ice cold milk and a sprinkle of cinnamon on her desk at 9am sharp. It was 8:53am, and the office was 5 minutes away. He just might make it. The guy in front of Kevin at the door saw him coming for the door, but Kevin didn’t expect him to hold it. What Kevin didn’t expect was the door to be pushed back at him, his hand reached for the handle but slipped slightly and smacked into his knuckles. “Dammit” Kevin said as a splash of coffee shot from the hole on the lid and hit his hand. Kevin grabbed the cup in his other hand and quickly pushed the door with his shoulder while shaking the hot coffee off his other. The guy in front of him that closed the door on him glanced at him and gave him the slightly mischievous smile. Kevin furrowed his eyebrow at him and turned to look for a taxi. He raised his hand just a half second after a woman did. She got a taxi promptly, but Kevin couldn’t get another taxi for nearly three minutes. “Columbus and 71st please, and hurry,” Kevin said to the taxi driver, he opened his phone and called someone, “Hey Don. Yeah, I’ll be there in a few minutes, is Barbara in yet?... Good, hopefully she’ll be a few minutes late… I know I woke up late and then this asshole slammed the fucking door in my face just before he got in his tiny little bitch car of a Prius…. Yeah fuck that guy.” Alvin listened to the young man’s rant, this was his favorite part of driving taxies in New York. People never thought that the taxi driver was listening, or they always assumed that they were and wanted to vent about it after. Either way, Alvin loved it. “Please, a little faster,” Kevin asked Alvin. Alvin nodded and speed up. The light switched to yellow and Alvin sped up, second guessing the light he applied the brake. Yvette’s light turned green but some taxi was still speeding and she paused for a moment to see if he was going to be able to stop. Someone honked at her from behind and she quickly gave them the finger out of her window. Once she looked toward the road again the taxi had just stopped and she started to drive. Yvette was going to Central park to meet a man selling a laptop from craigslist. She turned onto Central Park West and stopped just past a church. Yvette walked to the intersection and entered the crosswalk. She didn’t notice the red hand light and began to cross anyway. Yvette never cared about those lights and would go when she wanted to, so long as there weren’t any cops around. Rob’s taxi slammed on its brakes. The taxi driver yelled out at the woman that decided to cross on their green light. Rob pursed his lips at the woman and looked back down at his laptop. Rob didn’t realize he accidentally hit undo on a formula he was working on. He reread the email he was writing and finished it off with: ‘Feel free to double check the work, but I’ve checked and rechecked it a few times. Let me know if you find anything.’ Alex finally got the email he was waiting for. He printed out one copy and walked to his bosses office. “I got the email with the formula. Who should I have double check it?” “It’s Rob, his stuff is always perfect, that’s why I hired him, just give it here,” Adrian grabbed the page and walked to the copier, making 15 copies. Adrian ran down stairs, got in an elevator after scanning his keycard, left hand and right retina. The elevator ride was quiet and fast, and after the door slipped open he walked out handing the stack of papers to a man. “Get these to R6, as fast as you can.” “Yes sir,” Derek was only in his 3rd week at Area 51, and had only seen Adrian Moriyama once before, but knew you never ask questions when he tells you to do something. He ran down two hallways, down another flight of stairs and made it to R6 where a group of scientist sat. He handed the paperwork to a woman and left. “Alright gentlemen,” Carmen handed the papers out quickly, “Let’s get this formula in place and run simulations. We need to make sure this is correct.” “This came from Robert O’Flaherty, I’m sure it’s perfect,” James said. “I don’t care if it came from the president’s office, run the damn sims, and make sure it works.” James nodded, and the rest of the team got up. They had scrapped the formula that was on the giant white board in the room and everyone ran to their desk to start the formula simulations. James’ computer’s fans spun up to full speed as the simulation put a major load on the machine. 50 cycles ran and everything was perfect, he stood from his desk and walked back to R6. He was the last one back in the room and every eye stared at him. “It’s good, 50 cycles and not the slightest variation,” James said as he sat down. “Good,” Carmen sighed, “We’ll upload it and the crew of Zeus VII will have it in a few minutes then.”