"She's yours," Lindsey replied easily as the elevator came to a smooth stop and the doors slid open, revealing Lindsey's office. He walked off, pleased to find that the security team had been on the ball.
The zombie was held at a distance between the two guards, looking as agitated as the animated dead could. Not much in the way of intelligence, it would attack anyone in the office once released from its bonds, which was why they used them in security in the lower levels.
Lindsey turned to Alema. "There are plans in motion," he replied before nodding to the zombie. "Will this suit for a demonstration?"