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Tony Stark (sansiron) wrote in silverage,

"A rift," Tony repeated, reaching up to run a hand through his already mussed hair. "Fascinating. I think Misty just woke up here. Something like that."

The clock up on the wall showed that it was just past two. There was probably something that he had to do, as it was the afternoon and he'd yet to have his weekly meeting with his investors. They would probably want to hear about the missile he'd just redesigned the payload for. The missiles that, these days, he was only selling to the United States Government. It was a good contract, one he thought of everytime he saw the glow coming from his chest.

"I have a meeting in a while and lunch to eat," --a secretary to visit-- "Before then. And I want to take another look at their work before I head up." He gestured to the lab technicians around them. "So... I'll see you Monday morning? I get in between eight and nine."