The briefcase clicks shut. A disgusted tut comes from the man holding it. He places it on the ground for the man behind him to pick up. The neon greens and blacks drove him insane. The aesthetics simply just weren’t of his taste. A larger hand lifts the briefcase for him as he exits through a door which a minute ago, simply was not there. They walk through it calmly as hurried footsteps of business shoes could be heard. However the door shut before the owner of the steps could reach.
“Easy. They’re all just...too predictable. Isn’t that right?”
The larger figure simply grunts.
The smaller figure opens the briefcase, taking a formless blob into his hand and sliding it into a slot in the computer.
“The...final touch! Shep...ard”
“Are we ready?”
