The Boss turned to the women, nodding at each of them in turn. “Dr. Yin, Dr. Yang, is the prototype ready for transport?” The one with the lab coat that said “Yin” looked nervously at her colleague, then back at the Boss.

“As we had indicated earlier, sir, we would like to conduct more tests with the invisi-wrap so that we can assure the Foozle can be—” 

“Silence!” Dr. Yin hung her head and her cheeks glowed red. The Boss gestured to the other woman. “Dr. Yang, when I requested the prototype be ready for transport today, did you understand the order? 

“Yes, sir,” Dr. Yang replied quickly. “You wanted it to be completed and ready”—she gulped—“today.” 

“Well, then,” the Boss said, “we’re ready to transport the team and finalize our mission to capture the Ching.” 

“As I said, before, sir,” Dr. Yin said, speaking so fast her words mushed together, “we have not completed the safety—” 

“Dr. Yin!” the Boss said, his voice bouncing off the bright white walls. He pointed both index fingers to the floor and shouted, “Shoot!” 

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